MasukI took a quick bath and joined her in the room. She was still in the robe, and I wondered if she was intentionally trying to drive me crazy. I was only a man, and I couldn't stop my eyes from straying. “Sit.” She patted the space next to her. Gulping, I did as she asked. I sat next to her, and put both hands on my thighs, gulping, too aware of my nakedness. The only thing covering my dick was that towel she tossed my way. “So…” She got up from the bed then licked her lips and said, “I guess I'll have to reward you for the dinner tonight,” as she sank to her knees before me.I watched, stunned. I only realised what was happening when she untied the towel.“Zeph —”"What? Don't you want it? This man is already hard, and you're trying to stop me?" She said as she pumped it slowly. “Just take it as me appreciating your hard work. Not all men would willingly step into the kitchen after returning from work. You did well.”She stroked my shaft and fondled my balls, and then, noticing a dro
LYSANDERIt took me 2 hours and 30 minutes to complete dinner, and that was because I didn't set the oven well. In my defence, I haven't made a burger before. I didn't know my mate would request something like that. If I'd known she would crave such junk food, I would have learned how to do it a long time ago. 'You tried, though,' Cole said. 'It looks exactly like the one in the pictures. I bet Zeph will love it.' I hope she does. Lyra and Astrid had long since retired to their quarters. They took my advice and ordered from a burger joint 20 minutes away. It arrived, and they ate everything. They came into the kitchen to check on me before going to their room, Lyra commenting on how different human food tastes.I heard from Clara that Sage returned while they were having dinner, but they didn't meet him. He took the back door, like he always did, whenever he was trying to avoid everyone. He had only done that twice since Zeph came, which was why I found it odd that he would do so n
LYSANDER Lyra and Astrid watched me prepare dinner, each looking like they were seeing a ghost. I pretended not to notice them, even though it was difficult with the way they glued their eyes on the pot. Lyra cleared her throat. “Why bother with dinner when you just returned from work? Let me handle it. I can help you make dinner, you don't have to —”“She wants me to prepare it myself,” I interrupted before she could say those words for the tenth time since I showed up in the kitchen and demanded that Clara leave.Zeph's face didn't look so good when I offered to let Clara prepare dinner for her. She looked like she was going to be sick. I couldn't afford to just let anyone make the meal when I was the one she asked to do so. I have this feeling she would know someone else prepared for it. Not that I thought about letting anyone else do that. I didn't. It was a freaking honour to have my mate ask me to make her meal.“After I'm done, you can ask Clara to make dinner for you and As
“Do you have a certain meal you're craving? I'll have Clara prepare something —”“Can you make dinner for me?” I interrupted before he could complete his words. When I heard him mention Clara, my stomach had turned. The thought of eating something she made caused my stomach to tighten. It felt as if I might retch again. "I want to eat what you made. Can you do that for me?" He frowned, then nodded. “If that's what you want.” He pinched my cheeks. “What should I prepare?” He asked, getting to his feet, his eyes fixed on my face. He didn't seem mad. His expression was still the same. I bit my lower lip and peered up at him. “Aren't you tired? You just returned from work, and I requested you make something for me. Aren't you mad?”“Mad? At you?” He frowned, looking at me as if the words I said were odd, something incomprehensible. “Why should I be? You asked me to make dinner for you. It's only right I do it, as your future husband.”My cheeks got warm at his words. I averted my gaze u
As if he knew what I needed, he just held me. He didn't say anything else, didn't ask why I was sniffing him as if I were a dog, and I appreciated that, loved the way he just let me do whatever I wanted. After I'd gotten my fill of his scent, I drew away from the hug and smiled awkwardly at him. “What's up?” He asked at last, smiling. He then chuckled. “I don't mind this type of reception every day I return home.” He winked, stepping into my room.He seemed more comfortable than he did the last time he was here, and I believed it had something to do with the hug just now. Biting my lower lip, I stepped behind him. He sat on my bed instead of the reading desk. “Will you be strong enough to go to work tomorrow?” He asked, not waiting for me to answer his first question.“Well…” I walked over to the bed and sat next to him, half expecting that odd urge to retch to come over me, but it didn't. He still smelled as amazing as he did when I opened the door. Oddly enough, sitting next to h
ZEPHMy stomach grumbled at the slightest smell. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Sage had to leave when I couldn't stop retching from his scent. I don't know what he applied to his body, but his smell changed drastically. Standing next to him alone turned my stomach. I had to make him change his clothes thrice, but that was no help.He angrily left after my tenth visit to the bathroom. My stomach was hurting badly as there was nothing else in it. I'd expelled everything I had eaten. I rubbed my stomach, frowning. Was it something in the breakfast and lunch I ate? Was that why I kept vomiting? I stayed in the room after that. I didn't want to leave the room, so I wouldn't retch at the slightest smell of anyone that passed me. I stayed in bed until Lysander returned. I'd heard his car come in, but I didn't bother to get up from the bed. I was scared I might run into the toilet if I met him. I don't know what's going on with me, and I don't even have any intentions of letting h
His lips on mine weren't punishing, but it was hard enough to state his dominance. I melted under him, clinging to him like he was a lifeline and I might drown if I let go. I had stopped thinking about who owned each emotion. You could say I have gotten used to it, and was almost embracing it. A da
The sounds of wet popping noises filled the room as his cock head popped in and out of my now sloppy hole. I clenched my fists on the blanket under me, moaning shamelessly as I felt his thrusts.He removed his dick slowly from my hole. It made a pop sound when it left fully. I was almost mourning t
I could taste the pre-cum on my tongue and then felt his hands hold my head as he slammed his cock into my mouth and held it there. I tried to breathe through my nose but could only hold on for a few seconds. Luckily, he let go of my head and took his cock out. As I gasped for breath he looked do
Fuck you, Lysander!“I'm no longer feeling sore,” I tried again, hoping he would understand what I was trying to say without making me spell it all out. “So…” He trailed off and his eyes widened. His lips split into a smile. “You're….” He started again, choosing to finish his words with his eyes.







