Chapter Seven

Apollo

I could tell the rest of the pride had blocked me, and I couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction at that. We'd been locked in my bedroom for… who knew how long. My body and the bedsheets were sticky and smelled of cream and cum. In my wildest dreams, I'd never have thought having a mate would be so perfect. Yep, things had been tetchy in the beginning, and if I could go back to the first time I'd figured Glass was mine and start afresh, I would. I was a slave to his stalk, and I could really use all those wasted days to do what we'd done a hundred times over.

He chuckled and glanced at me from his seated position, leaning back against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. "We'll have plenty of days to do all the things running through your head." He wiggled the phone. "But we need a bed frame and some other toys."

My cock, which should not have been up for anything, perked right up at the thought of other toys. Did I know I was a kinky so-and-so? Absolutely not. Was I? Totally! Whatever Glass suggested, I was in, one hundred times yes.

"I know, my lion. I know," he smirked, his gaze traveling down my body to my plumping dick.

Glass had gone to the kitchen an hour ago and brought up some food. I'd heard some murmured conversation, but he'd returned and fed me to replenish my strength. Who knew finger food could be sexy? I gave him my best flirty smile when his attention moved back up my body. The caress of his gaze on me added more fuel to the kinky fire he'd lit inside me.

I watched from hooded eyes as Glass dropped his phone on the nightstand and trailed a hand up my thigh. He rubbed his fingertips over the top of my leg, not quite close enough to my cock, which bucked and was now fully hard.

"Now look at that," he almost cooed at me, and I blushed as he licked his lips. "Do you want me to wrap my lips around your cock?"

Hell to the yes!

His chuckle was dirty. You'd like that, wouldn't you?

I nodded eagerly.

He shook his head and tutted. "I think your pretty lips should find themselves stretched around my dick." Back was the wicked smile that sent electricity straight to all the good places. "It's time to get a taste of my custard."

Argh! Custard… oh fuck. Did he actually mean he tasted like custard? I thought it was a euphemism, like a lion's cream. He rolled off the bed, totally unaware of my growing concern.

Ever since I was little, I'd had an aversion to custard. It made me gag and retch. Cum didn't taste like custard, did it? There was nothing on any website that suggested that. But did it then stand to reason that his stalk didn't taste of rhubarb but of the actual custard he kept mentioning?

His thighs bunched as he walked toward where my legs lay and tugged on them to move me so that my head was balanced on the edge of the bed and I was looking up at his cock.

My mouth watered despite my concern as I eyed the thick, veiny length. I'd never had a cock in my mouth before, but I had practiced with a banana. Would it be the same?

"You got a lot going on in your head. Let's see if we can empty that mind of yours."

I was up for that because I didn't want to think about custard.

He took hold of the base of his cock and tilted it towards my lips. "Open up, my pretty."

The tip of his cock brushed my lips, and I inhaled his sweet scent. Oh rhubarb. I could totally do this.

My lips parted, and he slowly swirled the head against them. I couldn't resist and I tongued the head. "Argh!" I gagged at the flavor, doing my best to stop the following retch.

My stalk didn't seem to understand that the noise I was making wasn't me having a fun time, and he pushed the head of his cock between my lips and against my tongue, which I was using to try to push him back out on automatic pilot.

More custard flavor spread over my tongue and my mouth filled with saliva as I did my best not to swallow or panic or retch.

"Open wide, my pretty lion, and suck me."

I really wanted to obey him, and my new submissive side battled with the side of me that knew without a doubt I'd be puking on his cock if I swallowed another mouthful of custard.

"I can't," I mumbled, embarrassed at denying him.

"You can, if I say you can," he growled, in a tone that said he was the one in charge, not me.

That was totally fine usually, but custard was a hard limit. We hadn't talked about that before we started. With his cock in my mouth, how could I negotiate?

I twisted my head to the side a little, spit and custard dribbling out the corner of my lips. "I can't," I mumbled again.

He eased back and the second his cock left my lips, I rolled over and started gagging and retching, spitting the custardness out of my mouth and onto the carpet.

"Shit, are you sick?" He crouched down at the side of me. "Maybe I should have waited a bit longer. We only ate an hour ago," he said, sounding upset to have caused me an issue. Only it was the wrong thing for him to be worried about.

He rubbed my back, seemingly unconcerned about me acting this way. I swiped the back of my hand over my lips, feeling mortified. I side-eyed Glass, trying to figure out how to explain my little issue with custard.

His dark brows arched up. "Little issue with custard. What do you mean? Is my custard… bad?"

Oh, to the lion gods. I buried my head in my arm, hiding from him.

"No, mate of mine, talk to me. We don't get to hide from each other again."

I sighed heavily and glanced sideways at him.

"I don't like custard," I whispered and then held my breath.