Chapter Thirteen

Apollo

Whatever I expected from feeling the hairy stalk in my hand after we'd bitten in human form, it wasn't this all-consuming need to shove the stalk deep in my mouth. Deep enough that the fuzzies would tickle my tonsils and any other part it could reach before the urge to shift became impossible to deny.

My mouth elongated, and my teeth became lethal weapons. I got a full mane blow out while I growled around my stalk. In this form, I was the bigger, scarier one. Only I wasn't, I was anything but.

My stalk took control and rolled around my tongue, commanding my attention. Bite me, lion of mine.

Shudders ran through me as I got down on all fours and used my paws, keeping my claws retracted as I moved my alpha stalk between my front teeth and bit. Juicy rhubarb flavor, tart and sweet, filled my mouth. Then my lion got a full-on load of custard cum. It slicked the tiny fuzzies, mixing all the flavors together. My lion purred in pleasure and my two-foot-long cock came out of its sheath. I rubbed the spiny, bumpy surface against the earth. The short coarse hair covering it was nothing like that of my mate's fuzzy stalk. Teeth releasing, my stalk rolled out of my mouth.

Getting the urge to roll onto my back, the stalk maneuvered itself to the bulbous, webbed head of my cock. Then things got interesting when the tiny fuzzies caressed me. My lion shuddered and roared as cum covered my sticky stalk. It ran right into the places where my teeth had marked him.

Holy moly. Now that's how to claim a mate!

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Scenting dinner, I walked into the kitchen with Glass following behind me. It was like the best walk of shame ever. Burke stood at the stove making something with garlic, onions, tomatoes and mushrooms. Although I'd had a sweet-fest, I was ready for something a little more substantial.

Are you saying my stalk isn't substantial?

The tone made all the hairs on my body stand to attention, along with another part of me that had no business being active after everything we'd done.

No, sir.

He grinned, and I relaxed when his expression turned teasing. Because next to your lion cock, everyone could get classed as insubstantial.

Giggling, I turned to find everyone staring at me.

Blushing like a beetroot, I shrugged my shoulders, giving them a ‘what' look. "Can I help with anything?"

"You helped with plenty," Gordon groused. "Like sending us all outside to dig up the garden so we didn't have to listen to you two going at it as if the world was gonna end." He gave a heartfelt sigh and glanced at Randy, Drew, and Leonidis. "We're traumatized by you all!"

Burke chuckled and shook his head at Gordon. "Behave, we're not that bad." He glanced at me, continuing on, "Nah, I've got it under control. The babies wanted spaghetti sauce, so that's what we're having. Is that alright for you guys? I could make something else if you like?" Burke offered, smiling as he stirred the pot and rubbed his barely rounded belly.

Pregnancy really suited him and Tim, although Burke's climbing activities were a little alarming. His babies loved making him climb trees and poles. They just didn't know how to get him down.

Tim sat at the table, but not on a seat. Instead, he perched on Maximus' lap and gave Gordon a cheeky wink. "You'll get some rhubarb, love, then you'll understand."

Gordon made a kind of bleating-grunt as he stomped to the counter and grabbed the plates. "We'll see."

I glanced at him, my gaze narrowing at the mumbled comment. What did that mean?

About to take a step towards the table, I froze at the loud banging on the front door.

"What now!" Gordon exclaimed and stomped in the opposite direction, out the back door. Leonidis got up and chased after him.

"Am I missing something?" I asked when everyone seemed undecided about who should go open the front door.

"I'll go," Glass murmured, stroking a hand over the side of my neck where his mate mark was.

I glanced at the others when they stared after Glass. "He's my mate." I made sure to point that out, because he had every right to be in the house with me.

Tim wiggled on Maximus' lap to see around his shoulder, trying to peek down the hallway. "Keep your mane on."

"My mane is just fine," I growled at him.

My stalk loved running his hands through my mane and it drove me wild. He promised to make me come just like that.

"Behave, both of you," Maximus murmured as Glass returned with another man wearing a sheriff's badge. He had muscles everywhere and a demeanor that said, ‘Don't mess with me or else'.

Well, lookie here.

You're mine , Glass said pointedly.

I know and I wouldn't want to be anyone else's, ever. But that doesn't make me suddenly blind… sir. I tagged that bit on, wanting to be sure I didn't get my ass spanked… although.

I'll warm that ass of yours later, don't you worry.

His grin had more teeth than my lion as he turned to the man whose nose wrinkled as he looked about with interest.

Was he hungry too?

He looked hungry.

Behave! "This is our sheriff, Butch Valentine." Glass stepped aside, motioning to the others at the table. "Sheriff, this is Maximus, pride leader and Tim's mate." He pointed to where Burke stood. "That's Burke, Ricky's mate. The others are Drew and Randy." Glass glanced at the back door. "There are two other pride members, Leonidis and Gordon, but they're outside right now."

The sheriff tipped his ball cap at us. Then his dark gaze turned to Maximus. "So, are you the incomer who decided to put up security cameras in my town in my absence?"