15. Dylan

Ihad assumed that after we buried Jake, we would return to Moon Burrow, our mission complete.

However, when Whizz suggested that we stay the night at nearby inn or motel, I agreed with him.

As I began to look for decent motels in the area, Whizz drove us to a nearby joint where we ordered take-out to enjoy later.

”The Lemon Soda Inn looks decent,” I told Whizz, showing him the pictures of the room and the property on my phone screen.

Whizz nodded in agreement, his eyes focused on the images.

With our food in hand – burgers, fries, and shakes – we made our way back to the truck.

After inputting the inn”s directions into his phone”s GPS, we set off towards our destination.

We arrived at a charming-looking property on the outskirts of town, the Lemon Soda Inn.

The bed and breakfast was a white building with hanging flower baskets and a cute picket fence.

After parking the truck, we made our way into the building. The inside of the inn was decorated with antique furniture and warm lighting.

A kind old woman in her sixties greeted us from behind the counter. She checked us in with a friendly smile.

”Since there aren”t many customers tonight, I”ll give you our best room,” she said.

We thanked he and with the key in hand, we made our way to our room, take-out bags in tow.

As we settled into our room, the fatigue of the day began to catch up with us. We spread out on the comfortable bed, ready to enjoy our dinner.

I couldn”t help but notice that Whizz looked relaxed for the first time that day.

I popped a fry into my mouth while Whizz surfed through the TV channels, eventually settling on an action movie.

It felt nice, just relaxing with Whizz. I found myself lost in a daydream, picturing the two of us chilling in the living room of our own home after a hard day at work.

Maybe in this dream, I could surprise Whizz with dinner and his favorite dessert.

My cheeks heated up as I realized how far my thoughts had wandered.

Whizz and I were only beginning to get to know each other, and here I was, already imagining us playing house together.

It was way too soon to be thinking about such things, and I mentally scolded myself for getting ahead of myself.

After we finished our meal, I gathered the trash into one bag, preparing to dispose of it properly.

“I’m going take a shower,” Whizz said, slipping out of bed.

”I”ll pick the next movie,” I said.

“You could join me, you know,” Whizz said with a wink.

He took off his jacket and his shirt.

My mouth went dry and I couldn’t help but admire the hard muscles on his chest, arms and shoulders.

Whizz didn’t wait for my reply. He entered the bathroom but left the door open.

I had no intentions of refusing his invitation. I was out of my clothes in minutes and soon joined him in the bathroom.

I gazed admiringly at Whizz as he closed his eyes under the shower.

Rivulets of water ran down his hair, his body. As if he could sense my presence, he opened his eyes.

“Come here,” he said.

I went, like a puppet on a string. A willing one. I ducked in the shower, glad it could fit both of us.

Whizz turned off the water, then bent his head to kiss me. Gripping his shoulders, I kissed him back with equal passion.

I loved the feel of his slick body against his mind, his hardening cock rubbing against my own.

Whizz trailed down his fingers down my chest and ribs as he took my mouth.

When his fingers finally reached my dick, I moaned. Whizz worked me until I was thick, the cock head glistening with pre-cum.

“Whizz, I want you in me,” I whispered.

Whizz turned me by the shoulder, so I was facing the wall. I spread my legs willingly for him.

“Please,” I said.

Whizz slid two digits in me and seeing I was wet, he gripped me by the waist and entered me.

I gasped, savouring the feel of Whizz’s dick inside me.

“So good,” I murmured.

Whizz pumped in and out of me, settling on a rhythm which suited both of us. I gripped the tiled wall, panting as he reduced us both to needy animals.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered and I did as he asked.

The next time Whizz entered me, he brushed against my prostate.

I arched my back, crying out. Whizz kept aiming for the spot and I continued working my prick.

It didn’t take long for me to reach climax. At Whizz’s next stroke, the pressure building inside me burst open.

I came, painting the wall with my cum.

Whizz entered me a few more times, before filling my ass with his seed. He groaned, then bit me on the next.

I gasped as he didn’t let go.

I could sense my rabbit half, waking inside me. Whizz was drawing him out. I knew what was happening.

Whizz was giving me his mate mark and I wanted it so badly.

“Yes,” I whispered, sensing his grizzly side, merging with my rabbit half.

He held my hands, as his teeth pierced skin and hit bone.

The mate bond flared to life between us, and appeared like beautifully and silvery threads.

I turned, facing him after Whizz pulled his mouth back.

“Bite me back,” Whizz told me and I did, leaving a smaller mark right above his heart.

When the deed was done, we stared at each other for a few quiet moments. Whizz opened his mouth, but I put a finger to his lips.

“Don’t tell me you regret what you did,” I told him.

Whizz shook his head. “No, but I should have asked you first.”

“Whizz, I knew what I wanted the moment you set me free from my cell. You,” I said simply.

I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Whizz held me close, kissing me back fiercely.

When I pulled away, I let out a nervous laugh.

“Actually, now I’m wondering if it was me who took advantage of you. You were grieving earlier and?—”

“Hush,” Whizz said, kissing me again. “This is a celebration.”

“Of what?” I asked.

“A new chapter of our lives,” Whizz said, smiling.

I couldn’t help but agree.

A week had passed,and now we were having breakfast at my new apartment.

It wasn”t anything grand – just a small studio space – but it was mine, a place I could call my own.

When I had first invited Whizz over to see it, his reaction had overwhelmed me.

He had turned to me, hugged and kissed me, and then he simply said he was proud of me.

Whizz had no idea just how much those words meant to me. I was truly moving on and the future looked promising.

In the present, I hummed a soft tune while I flipped pancakes on the stovetop.

Whizz worked on making toast, and the whole scene felt remarkably domestic and normal.

Finally, we sat down to eat, and I couldn”t help but find my fingers gently rubbing Whizz’s mate mark on my neck.

After our trip to Greenfield, it had felt like we’d taken a significant step in our relationship.

Whizz smiled at me from across the table, and I couldn”t help but return the smile.

”Are you nervous about your first day at work?” he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

I shook my head, feeling surprisingly calm about the prospect.

”The last time I dropped by the kindergarten, another teacher introduced himself. His name is Kyle, and he”s an omega shifter like me. He”s also a new hire,” I explained. ”I think I”m going to fit in just fine.”

After breakfast, we both got ready for the day ahead. Whizz insisted on driving me to the kindergarten, even though it was just a short 30-minute ride away.

”I can take the bus, you know,” I teased him, though deep down, I didn”t mind his occasional possessiveness. It made me feel cherished.

We left the apartment and walked over to where Whizz had parked his Harley.

He grabbed two helmets from the compartment under the motorcycle seat and helped me secure mine in place.

I could do it on my own, but Whizz occasionally liked to fuss and I let him.

”Do you have everything you need?” Whizz asked.

”Right here,” I said, patting the new leather work bag that Whizz had surprised me with a few days ago.

I had been delighted when he handed me the present casually. It made me feel really special.

”I feel like a kid on my first day at school,” I joked. ”But I”m good, Whizz. Really good.”

Whizz regarded me for a moment, understanding the underlying meaning of my words – that I was adjusting to my new life in Moon Burrow.

He nodded and then said, ”Get on.”

Half an hour later, we arrived at the kindergarten, which was located in Three Hills, not Moon Burrow as I had originally hoped.

None of the schools in Moon Burrow were hiring, so I settled for this one instead.

As I dismounted from Whizz”s motorcycle, I noticed a blond-haired guy in his twenties waving at me. Kyle.

Handing Whizz his helmet, I grabbed my bag and walked over to him.

”Hey, Dylan. Principal Adams assigned me today as your guide,” Kyle said with a friendly smile.

I couldn”t help but think about how it was always hard being the new guy at work.

Principal Adams had mentioned during my interview that some of the older teachers had been with them for years.

It was a relief to have someone my age like Kyle whom I could relate to.

Even though we”d only spoken briefly in the school corridor after my second interview, we seemed to vibe well.

Having a friendly face on my first day would make the transition into this new environment a lot smoother.

“Nice,” I said.

I heard familiar footsteps behind me and turned to see Whizz approaching.

Strangely, Kyle”s expression paled a bit when he saw Whizz. Maybe he was just uncomfortable around alpha shifters he hadn”t met before.

Or it could be Kyle didn’t have the best experience with them. Either way, I tried not to think much about his reaction.

Whizz must’ve also noticed Kyle’s discomfort, because he introduced himself.

”You must be Kyle,” Whizz said, extending a hand.

”This is Whizz, my boyfriend,” I said.

It still felt odd, introducing Whizz as such. The mate mark felt warm on my neck and I corrected myself.

“My mate, I mean,” I said.

Whizz seemed pleased by my choice of words, because he was grinning so handsomely.

Kyle quickly hid his earlier reaction with a warm smile.

”Don”t worry, I”ll take good care of Dylan and show him the ropes,” he assured Whizz.

”Shoo, I”m good here,” I said to Whizz. To Kyle, I said, “He likes to hover sometimes.”

“I think it’s cute,” Kyle said.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave,” Whizz said. Then he added, “You forgot to give me a kiss.”

I laughed and leaned in to kiss Whizz on the cheek.

With a final nod, Whizz got back on his motorcycle, and I couldn”t help but notice Kyle watching our interaction too keenly.

Maybe I was overthinking it. I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, because was I was too excited about my first day.

”Sorry about that,” Kyle said. ”I just broke up with my boyfriend recently. Watching you two reminded me of him.”

“That sucks,” I said.

“Shall we?” Kyle asked quickly.

“Let’s,” I agreed. “I’m excited to meet the kids.”