Chapter Six

Glass

I took a deep breath as my mate went limp, taking a time out against me.

Ricky?

Yeah?

Could I take you up on replacing us? My mate is, uh… sleeping.

Passed out from sated bliss was more like it, but sleeping would work.

Ricky didn't even bother to hide his amusement. Sure thing. Five minutes.

I knew I'd pay for it later in endless teasing, but I wanted to get Apollo rested so he could pay attention to my little problem, which needed taking care of.

I could have left Apollo as he was, nudity wasn't an issue around shifters, but my mate's ass bore my handprints and I didn't want anyone but me to see my marks on him. It didn't seem as if Apollo's brain was coming back online anytime soon but with a bit of juggling and experience, I managed to slide his boxer briefs and sweats over his ass, and popped him on the seat. Holding him with one hand, I chucked the cock ring, cuffs, and everything else we'd taken out to look at, back into the bag.

"You gonna come back to me, darlin'?" I murmured in his ear, smirking as he chuffed, but didn't wake up.

Note to stalk. Come first next time.

Burke walked in, noisily sniffing the air. "I thought you wanted to finish your shift."

"Apollo's tired."

"I can see that." His lips twitched. "You fucked his brain quiet? Well done."

I wanted to protest, but it seemed my boy was a screamer.

I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs and Ricky bounced in.

"You should have waited for me," he scolded his mate, taking him in his arms. "I need to be here for you, baby. Those stairs are too steep for you."

Burke rubbed his cheek against Ricky, and they snuggled together. I hoped Apollo and I would find that quiet contentment together… maybe when Apollo was wrapped in ropes from leaves to roots. Red ropes would look amazing against his creamy skin. I took a moment to imagine it before I stood and heaved Apollo over my shoulder.

"Now you're here, I'm going," I declared. "Could one of you give me the bag, please?"

Ricky picked up the bag and peered in. "What the stalk!" It wasn't him who made the swap then.

Then Burke had to have a look too. "Ooh, what's that?" His eyes went wide. "Glass, wow, just wow… I mean, who knew you had that in you?"

I took the bag out of Ricky's hand before they went through the entire contents. I didn't care if they knew I was into kink, but a stalk's toys were his own.

"Buy your own fun." I headed to the door to the sound of their chuckling and then had to turn as I thought of something. "Where is Apollo's bedroom?"

"Turn right at the bottom of the stairs, second door on the left," Burke told him. "You'll know you're in the right one. It looks like an explosion in a glitter factory."

I had no idea what he meant until I opened the door. There wasn't an inch of space that wasn't covered in color and glitter and sequins. I was glad of Burke's warning. "Great Rhu from above. What the stalk is this?"

"I like pretty things," Apollo sleep-slurred and then fidgeted, so I let him slide off my shoulder. I held him while he got his balance, stroking his back as he swayed a little. "Whoa, that's a real head rush."

I tugged him close to me. "Lean against me."

He tilted his head to look up at me, his brows knitted together. "Did we finish the shift?"

"Well, you did, lion of my heart. You passed out. I called Burke and Ricky to take over."

I saw the moment Apollo recalled what had happened, and a pretty blush swept up his neck and his cheeks.

"You could have stayed watching the monitors and let me sleep it off," he protested.

"But I have a problem." I tugged his hips against mine and rocked them gently. "I need you to do something about my custard." My stalk had wilted with the lack of action, but the luscious feel of my lion's body against mine was enough to make it stand up straight and ready for action.

"Do you want me to blow you this time?" He went to his knees, but I stopped him.

"Strip and lay on the bed." His eyes went wide at my order, but he didn't move. I raised an eyebrow. "Apollo?"

My mate licked his lips. "I think—"

I pressed a finger across his lips. "You need to stop thinking. I'm going to cuff you to the bed, then bury my cock inside your ass and fill you with my custard."

And if we're very lucky, you'll be pregnant before I uncuff you.

His eyes widened so much I thought they were going to pop out.

"Pregnant?"

"I guess you heard that." I pressed a kiss to his full lips. "I want baby stalks and cubs with you."

He shivered in my arms. "It's too much."

Fuck, here I go again, being too intense. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Or I did, just not the rushing part." I guided him easily to the end of the bed and stripped him, making sure I smoothed my hand over every inch of creamy skin. Then I picked him up and threw him on the bed, grinning as he squeaked.

"Where's the bag?" I muttered, looking at where I'd dropped it. "Found it," I said gleefully, grinning sexily at my mate.

I tipped out the contents and found the soft leather cuffs. I eyed the bed, groaning at the lack of posts. "We're going to have to change your bed. We need bed posts. Put your arms above your head."

"Yes," he squeaked and crossed his wrists so naturally my heart ached. This lion was made for me.

I cuffed him, kissed his mouth, then the tip of his cock, feeling it twitch. Then I stood and stripped in front of him, letting him see every inch of me, my stalk standing proud, custard dripping from the tip in anticipation.

"This is waiting for you," I assured him, hefting my dick. Soon I'd show him what it was like to be fucked by a rhubarb, but today I was all man.

‘You're fuzzy," he murmured, looking rhubarb intrigued.

"All over, lion of my loins." I climbed on the bed. "And I'm going to rub the fuzzies all over you," I teased, giving him a wicked grin.

Apollo shivered again, then he noticed what I held in my hand. "Where did you get the lube?"

"From the bag."

"Is it a Kinky Poppins bag?"

I knelt between his legs and squeezed out some slick. He was an omega, and I had already opened him, but I didn't know if he'd provide enough cream for us both to make trifle.

I pressed one finger inside him and knew the lube was redundant. His clenching channel was slick and ready to take my cream. I tossed the lube aside and kissed his hole with the tip of my stalk, then I leaned over him and pressed in, both of us groaning as I slid into the warm, welcoming heaven.

I want to play with you all night, but I need to come.

He smirked up at me. Do I make you come on demand?

I glowered at him, and his smirk grew wider. The only one who gives demands is me.

Yes, sir.

My glower turned into a contented smile. I was his sir. We were one.

I pushed hard into him, eliciting more groans from both of us, then he wrapped his legs around me, his fingers clutching at the pillow. The room filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, flesh on flesh. I gave him no quarter, he didn't ask for any. This lion was mine. We were noisy and passionate. I'd found a partner who could match me.

Always. His smile was sweet.

Forever. He had to know that.

Then my climax barreled through me, and I filled him with sweet custard as he covered me with cream, both of us yelling loud enough to be heard in town. My orgasm went on forever, my world shooting through my balls and into my mate. It was perfect and endless.

"Ravished by my rhubarb," Apollo murmured contentedly, and I released his hands, so we lay quietly together.

Cum-drunk, sweaty and sticky, our legs entangled, the bed was a total wreck. I didn't care.

I held him closer, rubbing my nose up the crease of his neck. "Shall we do it again?"