Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“As your Daddy, I think I am supposed to ask questions when you attempt to look…that way.” I knew I was right when he laughed and nodded. “Please explain your misbehavior until I have learned to anticipate it.”
That got more laughter from my mate, but he wiggled close and kissed my cheek. “Only if I can’t get in trouble once I tell you what I was thinking or what I did.”
“That is fair.” I would simply have to work diligently to obtain the knowledge quickly so I could anticipate his behaviors.
“Perfect.” Wrapping his arms around my chest, Wren rested his head against my shoulder. “The best way I know to bond is through sex. So I was teasing you and nudging you in the sexy direction because I want to see you naked and kiss you more and feel you inside me.”
Oh.
His brain was working much faster than mine because he popped up again. “Here that’s called being a bottom. I want your cock…as long as you have one…inside me. I’ll top you if that’s what you want or what we need to make it work, but I’d like to start with me getting fucked first.”
He was clear when answering questions.
“Do you guys do that?” Wren continued to explain his thoughts in a rapid-fire method. “We’ve always been told that mates are always compatible and that we’ve never had an issue with two men being together or two women, but we’ve kind of had issues when mates end up being a mix of mages and dragons, but we’re doing better with that lately. Mages are just…magey.”
I was going to need to have him define magey.
His head came up again before I could decide how to ask, since it sounded like it had the possibility of being offensive.
“Are you a mage? It’s okay if you are. You just have to leave the flowers alone because that’s not subtle at all and there’s only so long the humans around here can play dumb.” Shaking his head, Wren sighed. “They’re really good at it, though.”
“The men at the diner are confident that they are being subtle.” Wren’s laughter and the way he shook his head indicated his disbelief. “I felt bad disagreeing with them.”
“They’re terrible.” He found it to be amusing, though. “But so far it hasn’t been much of an issue.”
Maybe?
“It does not seem to be my place to discuss that with the locals.” Was it my mate’s?
That question must’ve been clear because he giggled as he shook his head. “Nope. Not it. That is what we call not my circus, not my monkeys. It means I am not in charge of it and I don’t have to worry about managing it.”
I thought I could understand that logic.
“Is that lack of management because you do not count this area as home?” He had mentioned a willingness to move, but I knew we should have extensive conversations regarding relocation. “Is it a lack of dominance?”
My mate’s head cocked and he puckered his lips into what I thought was an expression of deep thought. After a few moments, he shrugged. “That’s a good question. Both of them, really. I was thinking it was because I don’t count this as home, but it might be a sub thing.”
Sub thing seemed to be related to submissive tendencies, but I was patient as he continued to process. As his silence stretched out, he shifted and pressed closer, seemingly indicating he wanted more touch.
When I tightened my grip and stroked my hand over his back again, he made a pleased sound and found his thoughts.
Did touch promote thought on Earth?
Was that why the men hugged and gave shoulder pats so frequently?
Wren answered before I could ask additional questions. “I like it when people are happy and I love how funny the locals are, but it doesn’t feel like my place to tell them what to do.”
There seemed to be a connection between thoughts and touch, but I did not know how to question it or explain it in my notes.
“You ask good questions.” Smiling, Wren kissed my cheek. “I like that.”
“Thank you.” Kissing his cheek in return, I marveled at the way the bond continued to subtly strengthen with each touch and emotional connection. “I like this as well.”
“The kissing or the talking?” My mate’s smile widened into what I thought was mischief or teasing. “Or the wiggling.”
All of them.
Mischief and teasing…yes, his smile was related to mischief and teasing.
His example of a wiggle was to rub his body against mine, focusing on our groin areas. “That is enjoyable as well.”
My mate was…enthusiastic.
“Have you figured out any differences in the way we make love?” Wren quickly frowned. “Sex. I’m not sure what words you know for that. Do we have sex the same way? Is there anything I need to know? Any diseases your people thought we might be able to catch? We might end up being like those isolated groups that end up catching everything when new people show up. That would suck.”