10. Davien

Chapter 10

Davien

After checking my phone for the hundredth time and not seeing any messages from Errol, I muted it, frustrated at not hearing from him.

Not that he should have messaged me. His life was full of work and Grams, with little room for anything else, whereas I was single. No family I was close to and no elderly grandma to take care of.

I was dozing on the couch, clicking through TV channels, when the doorbell rang. I'd ordered food earlier, so this wasn't a food delivery, and my friends always phoned before turning up at my door.

Hope flickered inside me.

Errol? my unicorn asked hopefully.

Maybe .

Not bothering to peek through the spyhole, I flung open the door. Errol had his back to me, and he jumped at the swish of the door as it opened. The thing he was holding launched into the air, but my shifter reflexes helped me catch it.

"Gods, you scared me, and what was that?" He pointed at what I had in my hands.

"Looks like a cake." I gave it to him, but his hands were trembling, so I held him and the confection. "Yours, I believe."

We stayed as we were, both clasping each other and the tin.

"No. You with your fanciness." He jerked his chin at what we were holding. "Did you go to a class to sharpen your reflexes?"

Did those exist? How did I explain my extraordinary ability?

"Ummm, I play a lot of video games. That helps. And I juggle."

Do not . My unicorn called me on my fib.

"Oh, wow! Maybe I should try that. My reflexes are shit."

I ushered him inside, him holding the cake tin.

"This is a nice place you have." He peered through the window at the back garden. "Perfect for a dog or kids."

He gasped, horror etched on his face. "Not that I'm hinting about the future or our future." He lowered his voice. "Or anything."

I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring grin. "Now what's in here?" I tapped the tin.

He made a face. "It was supposed to be a cake, but it wasn't the prettiest, and after the almost fall on your doorstep, it's probably crumbs."

"Crumbs are great with ice cream."

He removed the lid and we studied the cake. It was intact—sort of—but lopsided, with a dip in the middle that a pool of icing couldn't hide.

"Yum."

Errol giggle-snorted. "Liar. It's awful."

"Might taste okay."

I grabbed a knife and plates and put on a pot of coffee. I took a bite. The icing was lemony, so it was a thumbs-up from me, and the cake wasn't quite cooked in the middle, reminding me of a chewy brownie center.

"It fails in the looks department, but I give the taste a nine out of ten."

"Whew." He pretend-wiped his brow. "Maybe not such a huge fail." He stuffed half a slice in his mouth, and the icing, which was runny, slid over his chin before I stopped it, licking it up and making my way to his lips.

"Again, yum."

But Errol pulled away and held up a hand. "Before we go any further, I have a question."

Possible questions flooded my mind. Are you a virgin? Have you been tested? Top or bottom?

"How did you know?"

He'd need to give me more information. My beast told me he was referring to him being my mate, but I kinda doubted that, especially as humans weren't aware of shifters and mates.

"About Grams and the mix-up with her meds?" He explained he'd made a list and checked the internet himself before presenting the information to her doctor. The guy was horrified at what she'd been prescribed at the three ERs she'd visited.

"Lucky guess. Besides, as well as having super-speedy reflexes, my sense of smell sometimes picks up something off with her."

Humans were aware of that ability in animals and there were stories of cats in assisted living facilities comforting people who were about to die. But I wasn't mentioning that to Errol.

"That's amazing."

I stroked his cheek, and he kissed my fingers, but I kissed a trail from his jaw over his throat and along his arm. I paused and examined the tattoo on his inner arm. Bells were ringing in my head and lights flashed on and off, blindsiding me. I blinked them away and rubbed my fingers over the tattoo.

Is that me?

It's a pretty good likeness .

"Why'd you get this? It's beautiful. And it's pink and silver. Pink is my favorite color."

"I love unicorns. They're close to my heart."

That was more true for me than Errol because my beast was nestled beside that organ.

"When I was little, Grams used to make up tales about unicorns in her garden. Said she saw them every morning before she made coffee. And Frank, from work… never mind."

My beast shook me, and I swayed. He insisted I find out more about Grams's ability. But I let Errol explain at his own speed rather than me pestering him with questions.

"She told me I'd find a unicorn, one to call my own."

I was speechless. Had we been foretold?

"I was sad because when I got older, my friends laughed, saying unicorns weren't real." He sniffed, and his eyes filled with tears.

Wrapping my arms around him, his chest pressed against me, and our hearts thumped in tandem.

"When I turned eighteen, I got this tattoo so I would have a unicorn with me until I took my last breath."

My mind was racing as I rested my chin on Errol's head. Grams gave him my number and she had seen unicorns, telling him a unicorn would be his constant companion. He wasn't just my fated. Had the goddess chosen him personally? There was no way to prove it. I didn't have a hotline to the goddess.

Errol pulled away, leaving a damp patch on my shirt. He wiped his tear-stained cheeks with the back of his hand.

"I should go." He sniffed.

Of course, he had to get back to Grams. "What if I said I wanted you to stay?"

He raised his hand. "I vote for that." He added that tonight was his night off and a neighbor was staying with his grandmother.

I had a better idea than us being in the living room surrounded by globs of icing and a broken cake. Taking his hand, I drew him into the bedroom.

"Wait." I raced back and grabbed the cake; pairing it with sexy times was the perfect combination.

"Is this a thing? Eating in the bedroom instead of the kitchen or living room?"

He grinned, and I kissed the smile away until he was moaning, saying into his mouth, "There will be eating, I guarantee it."

Errol pulled me onto the bed, and we bounced on the mattress before I sat astride him and yanked off his T-shirt. I circled his nipple, and he gasped as it hardened. It was so ready for my tongue and teeth, and I licked it, teasing it until I grazed the hard point with my teeth.

He frantically grabbed my shirt, pulling it apart, tearing the fabric, and two buttons flew off.

"Hope this isn't your favorite shirt." He pulled me closer and clamped his teeth on my nipple. I yelped. The combination of pleasure and pain should be bottled and sold.

I wriggled my ass on his cock, still covered in too many layers of fabric, and I shimmied lower so I was sitting on his ankles. He couldn't escape while I undid the button on his pants and lowered the zipper.

He lifted his hips, and I slid his clothing over his hips as his hard cock bounded out from his briefs. I stroked the tip, and he arched his back, panting and urging me to continue.

"We're going slow, Errol." We had a lifetime, though he might not know that yet.

"I don't want slow," he protested and grabbed my crotch.

It was too late to do my big reveal. Not about showing him my length, that was happening. But telling him about my beast—again, not the one in my pants. Hoping I hadn't got the big life events in the wrong order, I licked the tip of his dick, and he fell back moaning, lifting his hips up and offering me his cock.

I peppered kisses over the shaft as Errol dragged his nails over my scalp, producing more of the pleasure-and-pain combination.

Wrapping my fingers around the base, I pumped his cock while swallowing the head.

"That is so good. More, please."

I tugged his length harder while the head was in my mouth, and I teased him by sticking the tip into his slit. I shoved my other hand under his butt, making my way to his slick hole. Easing a finger in, I fucked him while pumping and sucking his cock.

Errol whimpered as my finger slid in and out of his hole. But I didn't want him coming like this, not for our first time. I needed to be inside him.

"Get your clothes off," he begged. "I want your cock. Show it to me."

Kissing his length and lapping up pre-cum, I removed my fingers, while keeping his legs prisoner.

"Is this what you want?"