Chapter Fifteen

Apollo

"See you later," I murmured against Glass's lips. I didn't want the kiss to end, but he was already pulling away. We'd had some sticky fun in the dirt, and I was in dire need of a shower. I had dirt in places it had never been before. Uncomfortable places.

"I've got to open my shop and sort out my assistant, honey. Once I've done that, I'll go collect some of my belongings to leave here." He plucked at the button down that he was wearing, that was creased and smeared with… best not think about that. I hoped he didn't meet too many townsfolk on the way home. "I'll be back before you know it."

I heaved a sigh, already missing him. This fated mate speed of connection thing, was scary. Glass was there inside me and thoughts of him being too far away didn't feel right. It made me… anxious.

He rubbed his lips over mine, warming them. "Don't fret…" Furrows appeared over his forehead as he stared at me, then his eyes sparkled as he reached to pat his pockets. A wicked smile curved his lips.

Uh-oh. What did he have planned?

"I think I have the perfect solution. I've got something that will give you plenty of time to think about me." This time, his hand slipped into his pocket, and he pulled out a butt plug.

My heart did a little flip as I gawped at him. Who carried a butt plug in their pocket? My mate, it seemed, with the way he continued to look so damn pleased with himself. My cock thought it was party time, and I made an alarming squeak as Glass twirled me around right there in the dirt. "Erm—"

"Let's slip this into your ass. Then, when you miss me, I want you to get up and walk about. That should help, right?" I couldn't see his face as he bent me forward and slipped a finger into my sticky ass, making me groan, but I was sure that wicked smile of his was firmly in place.

The butt plug appeared in front of my face. "Suck it. Make it nice and wet so I can slide it right in." His voice was deep, demanding and husky, and it sent desire sparking through me.

I was panting as I parted my lips and sucked on the plug. The metal felt heavy against my tongue while his finger moved slowly in and out of my ass, causing my cock to throb and my muscles to clench, wanting more.

I sucked on the warming metal, wishing it was his cock, although I wanted that in my ass. Or maybe his stalk. Would he fuck me with that, too?

"Of course I will," he murmured next to my ear, then his tongue swiped over my lobe before he bit down.

More shudders ran through me, and I was sucking and fucking his finger, feeling my release nearing. I groaned and mewled as the butt plug disappeared, along with the finger from my ass, a string of spit falling against my chin.

"I'm so close," I complained.

"I know, my sweet lion. Now you'll have lots to think about," he stated. Right as the spit-coated plug slid over my hole, he twirled, then inserted it. The slight burn lasted a second as my ass muscles snicked around the bottom of the plug, holding it in place. I groaned anew as Glass helped me to stand. The weight of it tugged down and gave me a sense of fullness.

His smile was pure evil as he twisted me around. He kissed the tip of my nose. "See, you'll not be thinking about me leaving, because all you'll think about is me coming back to,"—he trailed a finger over my bobbing shaft—"you and sucking you until you come down my throat, wailing my name."

Holy crap, he was right. Was that good? I'd no damn clue with my head clouded with the need to come. One more kiss and Glass whistled as he strode off down the pathway at the side of the house.

I looked at my naked, aroused cock and groaned. How am I supposed to go into the house like this?

Carefully, I suggest. You wouldn't want to traumatize the others.

His laughter filled my head as I considered if groaning could be a full-time occupation.

I crept back inside, desperate not to get caught when each step had me stifling a moan as the plug rubbed on my sweet spot.

"So, are you happy to see me or has someone got a butt plug up their ass?" Gordon muttered from the kitchen doorway, looking wide awake.

Shit. "Were you spying on me?"

Gordon lifted the cup of coffee he liked in the morning and waved it at me. "I came to make coffee. Is it my fault when I looked out the window there was a live porno going on?"

Blushing, my damn cock never wilted, despite my shame. I stalked—or limped because of the plug in my ass—to the door, nose in the air. "Next time, close your eyes."

"I like your confidence that there'll be a next time." His laughter followed me all the way up the stairs.

Sometimes, being in a pride sucked!