Page 20 of Redondo (Mates of the Mylos #7)

CHAPTER 20

THOMAS

I probably should have felt self conscious about getting macked on while standing in what was basically a hospital, and in front of my two in-laws who’d I’d literally just met. That, however, was not the case.

Breaking the kiss, he said, “Come,” in that deliciously rumbly vice of his and damn it, I nearly did just that right there and then.

That, of course, was not what he meant, as he was tugging me to follow him into the elevator, whose doors had started to close. Would have, in fact, if not for his tail hovering in the opening while we were busy trying to suck each other's lips off our faces.

I followed him inside and waved dazedly at our amused audience. It was only once the doors closed and the elevator began to move that what we’d just done fully hit me. I’d met my in-laws, but hadn’t learned their names or given them mine. Then, I’d made out with their son and, I realized in horror, faced them to give a probably far too jaunty wave with an obvious raging boner tenting my pants. A boner with a not unnoticeable wet spot.

“I need to find a hole to hide in,” I said and Ondo looked at me, his brows beetled together in confusion.

“Is this a mating ritual I am unaware of?”

I bit back a laugh.

“No. I just don’t think I can ever face your parents again. I didn’t introduce myself properly or learn their names and then I ate your face and,” I gestured towards my pants. My dick was still busy imitating a steel rod, not phased at all by my embarrassment.

He chuckled, a gravelly sound that sent shivers along my spine, making me go tingly in all the right places. Straight to my cock, that is, which now was so hard it was starting to hurt .He reached over, giving it a stroke through the fabric and I let out a strangled groan.

“Do not be concerned,” he replied. “They did not introduce themselves properly to you, either, and I am certain that by now, they are more than aware that your name is Tom. They weren’t expecting us to stand around being social. Mylos, remember?”

He had a point. Mylos were famous for meeting their mate, going into a mating rut of sorts with a mating plumage making an appearance.

“Thanks, that does make me feel a bit better.”

“Mm,” he said, bending down to nuzzle my hair again.

“You really like smelling me, huh?” I chuckled.

“You smell very, very good,” he hummed in agreement, his tail snaking around to fondle me.

I gasped as my back arched, “D..don’t. I don’t wanna cum in my pants.”

His tail retreated. “I wouldn’t mind, but I would much prefer you coming down my throat,” he growled.

The shy Ondo I’d first met was definitely gone. In his place was an unabashedly sensual sex demon. I was a very lucky boy, as only I got to see this side of him because he was mine, all mine. My mate! And now I sounded like a caveman in my own damned head.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors swooshed open. Before I could parse what was even happening, I found myself hefted up into the air in a fireman’s carry as my equally desperate mate pounded down the ship’s corridor past several bemused people, including a family with a small child getting a piggyback ride from its father.

He skidded to a stop before a door, slapped his hand against the palm scanner, and brought us inside, barely waiting for it open all the way. Then we were in and he still wasn’t putting me down, instead carrying me through the apartment towards what I presumed was his bedroom. I wasn’t looking around to find out though, my attention now focused on the interesting folds running down either side of his back.I reached over to stroke along one, and his skin rippled as he gave a low groan.

“Sensitive,” I mused aloud.

“Yes, my wings are very sensitive,” he ground out.

I stared in awe. “You have wings inside there?”

We’d gone through another doorway and now I found myself placed on a bed. I stared up at him and he gave me a wickedly coy smile as his pecs flexed the tiniest bit and two gorgeous sunset red wings fanned out.

“Woah,” I said, one hand moving of its own volition, wanting to discover how they felt.

Ondo had other ideas though. He knelt down on the floor between my legs which were hanging off the end of the bed, retracting them.

“They’re in the way,” he explained and I thought he meant his wings but maybe my pants because, yep, he lifted his hand, popped out some scary ass looking finger daggers, and started cutting my pants off me. I didn’t have it in me to object and I damn sure wasn’t going to move in case I caused him to accidentally slice me instead of the fabric. Then there was cool air and blessed freedom as he yanked the remnants away, undies and all, and my cock leapt for joy so hard it smacked my belly.

He eyed it, both his gaze and the way his tongue darted out to lick one fang revealing him as the predator his species had evolved to be. He knelt, retracting his claws so they were only the admittedly sharp tips that they normally were, and grasped my dick by the root.

He licked his lips and without further warning engulfed me within his mouth. I cried out, the wet heat and the suction too much on my already over-sensitive dick. I exploded in his mouth, right then and there.

I stared at him in horrified remorse as he sputtered and swallowed. Then he pulled off, only for his tongue to lick me clean before releasing me.

“Oh, man! I’m sorry! I should have warned you that I felt as if I could go off like a rocket!” I babbled, shame staining my cheeks as his hand wiped drips from around his mouth and chin.

He tilted his head, regarding me in amusement. “No need to feel sorrow. I am honored that I have made your body so eager for my touch.” He stood, taking off his pull on boots and flicked open his own pants, quickly shucking them off to reveal the python he’d been hiding.

Whoa! Now that was one interesting looking trouser snake indeed. The flared head wasn’t mushroom shaped at all, but kind of triangular almost. And it didn’t have a single slit with one opening either, but several smaller ones. Holy shit!! His dick had a luxury rain head on it!

“Go on, you can take a closer look at it,” he teased and yep, I was taking him up on that alright. First though, I was taking this shirt off. Thankfully I was wearing my new pair of slip-on Vans, so they were easy to get off without becoming a whole thing.

Now that we were both equally naked as jaybirds, I was ready to get back up close and personal. I leaned forward, taking him in hand.

“Does my wiener please you?”

I choked back a surprised laugh.

“Okay, I don’t know where you learned that, but that’s not a sexy word for this. Dick, or cock, or even penis is better at times like now. Wiener, or peter, or trouser snake are for more, ah, casual talk. Trouser snake for lewd casual talk. Wiener and peter are more, um, child friendly. Now, to answer your question, yes, it does.”

It really did too. It felt heavy in my hand, and was long but not too thick. It was also slick, with raised ridges in a swirling pattern that wrapped around its girth like a ribbon. Small nodules were more or less evenly spaced between them, and it was these that were leaking a slippery, viscous fluid.

“You make your own lube,” I said in awe.

He waggled his fingers, indicating his talons. “We cannot finger our mates loose, so Dragonii secrete a mild local relaxant that also lubricates the way.”

I gave him a few pumps, letting his fluid coat my fingers. Then, I let go, scooted back a bit, and leaned back while planting my feet wide apart on the bed.

Without further ado, I reached down and smeared my hole, slipping a wet finger inside as he watched, mesmerized.