Page 74 of Selkie AU: Beyond the Storm

“Hmm… can I put some towels down, then?”

He scowled at me. I knew he didn’t like the towels because they weren’t as soft as the blankets, but I wasn’t sure how long we’d be dealing with his heat, and I was going to need a way to stop our bed—well,nest—from being so damp.

“Please, baby?”

He pouted but nodded.

“Thank you. Now, we need to have a shower, and some food and water.”

“No.”

“I’m going to have to insist.”

Milo’s eyes glassed over as his lip quivered.

“Shhh.” I kissed his forehead. “It’s alright, we’ll be so quick, and then once all of that’s taken care of, I’ll satisfy you here again too.”

“Mmm. Want your dick now.”

“I’ll give it to you after we clean up and eat.”

“Now.”

His lips were soft as I claimed them. “After.”

“Now.”

“Come on, trouble.” I scooped him up in my arms before he could protest any more.

“I don’t want to.” His voice trembled, but he chose to cling to me rather than the nest I was lifting him out of.

“I know, little hurricane. I promise we’ll be quick.”

Milo’s heat was subdued enough for us to use the bathroom and for me to wash us both in a warm shower, but it was building again, and by the time I switched the water off he was trying to hump my thigh.

“We’re almost done, baby. Just need some food and water and then I’ll give you what you need.”

“No,” he whined as he stomped his foot. “Need it now.”

I scooped him up, bringing him with me to the kitchen as he started to pant again, fresh slick already coating his inner thighs as I sat him down on the kitchen counter. I knew he was too horny to think properly, but I wasn’t going to let him go hungry or thirsty under my care.

Milo whimpered, gray fingers stroking his dick and pressing into his needy slit as I went about making something simple and filling for us.

I was almost done when he slipped down off the counter and the heat of him pressed against my back, his hands smoothing over my stomach until one wrapped around my dick and the other dipped lower to cup my balls.

“Rowaaan,” he whined.

A shiver ran down my spine as his hot, wet dick slipped between my thighs.

“I’m almost done,” I assured him.

He rutted faster, his hot breath fanning over the skin of my back. The slick feeling of a dick between my thighs was something I’d never experienced before, but I didn’t hate it, which Milo could tell as my cock hardened under his strokes.

However, I was determined to feed him first. Milo clung to my back as I struggled to move around the kitchen to get plates and cutlery for our food. He was still trying to hump me even as I took the plates over to the dining table and pulled out a chair.

I barely pulled him off me long enough to sit down, and then he was on my lap, impaling himself on my hard dick before I could suggest that he do just that. I wrapped an arm around his waist, stopping him from bouncing on it and earning a snarl in response.

“You can sit on my cock, little hurricane, but I’m not fucking you until you eat something.”