Page 28 of Keeping His Mate
“Elle-noor!” Bruvix roars immediately after me as glittery, silver come spurts from his dick all over his stomach and runs down his thick thighs and all over his hand, still pumping.
When I finally come down, I feel boneless, but not tired. “Come here. I need you inside me. Please,” I beg, holding out my hand for him to take. He takes a step toward me.
Before our fingers touch, we hear a big commotion coming from downstairs, followed by glass shattering.
“Stanley!” I yell, jumping up from the chair. Bruvix quickly pulls his pants up and wipes his hands on his tunic, then tosses it to me. I do the same and follow him downstairs in a panic. I bump into his back as he stops on the last step, and we see Stanley’s head submerged in the bottom half of a large jug of ale, the top broken off and in shards next to him. “Stanley, no!” I scold as he ignores me and continues to lap at the booze like it’s his last sip of water.
“Stay where you are,” he mutters to me, holding up a hand to block me from the entryway. He looks over his shoulder at me and his gaze drops to my chest. It’s then that I realize I’m still naked. Oh well. “I do not want the glass cutting your delicate skin.”
“Okay, you grab Stanley and bring him to me. I’ll take him upstairs while you get rid of the glass,” I reply, offering a compromise. I have no idea what alcohol does to a tr’gory puppy’s system, but with it already weakened with sickness, and the fact that the jug was mostly empty by the time we discovered him with it, I’m guessing wherever Stanley goes, a mess will follow.
Bruvix nods and steps carefully toward the pup. “Come here, Stahn-lee. No more ale for you,” he coos, and I find the entire scene so ridiculously cute that I can’t help but smile. A bare-chested Bruvix, his stomach still glistening with his silver come, trying to reason with a drunk tr’gory puppy.
How is this real life?
Stanley stops drinking to look at Bruvix and lightly wags his tail before returning to his adult beverage. Just as Bruvix gets within reach, Stanley leaps over the broken glass and speeds past me up the stairs.
“I’ve got him!” I shout as I chase him past the security room on the second floor––where the door is shut, thank god––and into the bedroom on the third floor. Stanley jumps onto the bed and lowers his chest onto the blanket with his front legs outstretched. He sticks his butt into the air and his tail swishes back and forth as he watches me in the doorway with those bright red eyes. “Stanley…” I say, warning in my tone, “Get down, little nugget.”
His tail wags faster as he slaps his front paws on the bed, a clear invitation to play. But the last thing I want to do right now is chase this drunk beast through the house while I’m still naked.
I hear Bruvix downstairs sweeping up the broken glass, so as long as I can keep Stanley in here with me until he’s done, we won’t have to worry about his paws getting all torn up. “Get down, Stanley,” I repeat, pointing to the floor. His eyes follow my finger, and he starts panting as he zeroes in on a pattern in the wood. “You okay, bud?”
He sits his butt down, then slides off the bed. And even though he lands on all four paws, he somehow stumbles and flops onto his chest on the floor with a grunt.
I hold my hands up in surrender. “Okay, you stay there. Stay.” I keep my eyes trained on him as I reach for my tunic that’s in a rumpled ball near the chair in the corner. As I’m pulling it over my head, I hear Stanley let out a baby bark and he whooshes past me out the door. “Shit, shit, shit!” I curse, pulling the hem of my tunic down to cover my ass as I follow him back down the steps. “He’s coming!” I yell, hopefully giving Bruvix enough of a warning.
“O fahh,” I hear Bruvix shout just as something heavy crashes to the ground.
I arrive just in time to see the cold box on its side and Stanley lapping at the water spilling out of it and onto the floor. The glass is cleaned up, thankfully, but it’s still quite a mess down here.
“Thank you for handling the glass,” I say with a sigh. “That was a close call.”
“Yes,” Bruvix agrees, lifting the cold box and putting it right side up again. “We were lucky.”
Once Stanley finishes lapping up the water, he comes to sit at Bruvix’s side, happily looking up at him with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. What a sight that is. My big, strapping alien with the puppy he still refuses to admit he cares for seated at his feet.
I hear a rumbling sound coming from Stanley’s rounded belly, and just as Bruvix looks down with a confused expression, Stanley vomits water and ale and bile all over Bruvix’s bare feet.
CHAPTER 13
BRUVIX
Despite the chaos that the tr’gory pup brings with his ongoing presence inside my home, I woke happier than I have ever been. That is because of Elle-noor. The tether between us is thickening, but that is to be expected. I also simply enjoy having her around. The way she touched herself last eve, her pink folds slick and glistening, and her fingers disappearing inside her body will remain burned in my memory until my last breath.
I wanted to continue things. I wanted to watch her face as I made her come, my cock pumping deep inside her. But Stahn-lee had to cock-block us, as Elle-noor says. And his cock-blocking did not stop there. After Elle-noor and I cleaned up his pile of vomit, and the vomit he left inside the washroom, she remembered she was needed for dish duty and left in a hurry. I stayed with Stahn-lee, watching over him as he got sick thrice more.
When she returned, we placed a sleepy Stahn-lee across the room in his bed made of towels and furs I do not often use and climbed into bed together. She wore only her tunic and pressed her back against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her middle, and in response, she wiggled her ass against my cock, still hard from our voyeuristic activities earlier in the day. Then she took my hand and guided my fingers through the triangular patch of fur on her pussy, and below, into her wet folds, pressing them down into her clit. I nibbled at the shell of her ear as she showed me how just she likes to be touched, and she let out a keening cry the moment I dipped inside her tight, hot channel.
That is when Stahn-lee howled in distress and jumped on the bed, wiggling down until he was lodged between our legs.
Cock-blocker.
I try not to be angry with him. He, most likely, does not realize what he is doing; ruining these precious moments between me and Elle-noor––moments I have never had with another.
I need to find another room he can slumber in because I refuse to be interrupted again and leave my female aching and unsatisfied. It is cruel.
Keeping the image of her lush pink lips in my head, I make my way from the morning training session to the meal hall. I grab two of everything that I can fit onto these plates and hurry toward my home. To my mate.