Felix

So… that happened.

After that impromptu "date" I had with my fated mate, I went back to the compound.

But since I didn't want to go to the pack house just yet and I couldn't talk to Greg about it, all I had left to do was to wait for Micah at the Johnson's house.

They let me in and I greeted everyone. I told them I'd wait for Micah to return from his date with Tisha if that was okay with them and of course they said yes. They offered me food but I wasn't hungry.

Some time later, Micah arrived with the widest smile I've ever seen on him. It was contagious how much joy he was exuding.

"Hey, son. How was the date?" - Beta Paul asked him, seeing his son happy.

"Hi, dad. It was wonderful. She's great." - He replied with a content grin, breathing out a ‘lovesick’ sigh.

"Oh my Goddess! It must've been great because look at your face... You're radiant!" - I told him with a smile. You couldn’t help but to get happy as well from his exuberant joy.

"It was great! Were you waiting for me? You didn't have to, I would've texted you when I arrived" - He told me with a concerned frown.

"I know that, but I had to hear about the date with your mate as soon as possible. I'm dying to know how it went." - I spoke, sounding very excited.

We went upstairs to his room. Thank Goddess for a soundproof bedroom.

"Micah, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you completed the bond. You look the happiest I've ever seen!" - I exclaimed as soon as he closed the door.

"We didn't, of course." - He stated, shyly.

"But you did something, I can tell." - I suggested, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

He didn’t complete the bond because if he had, a mark would be on his neck. Plus the scent alone would have given it away even before he crossed the threshold into his house.

"My Goddess, Felix, it was the best damn date I've ever been to in my life. She was great, we talked for hours about everything. We kissed a lot." - He told me very enthusiastically.

"Great! And..." - I pushed him for more details. I knew there was something else. I know him. Though I’m not straight like Micah, I’m still a boy.

"And what? A gentleman never kisses and tells." - He smirked.

"What? Since when? I've been waiting an hour so you better fucking tell me everything in details!" - I looked at him menacingly.

"Pervert!" - He snickered.

"I know you may think I'm not happy for you because of my mate situation, but you're wrong. I am very much. So don't spare me cause I'm here for you." - I was very adamant about it. - "Plus, who are you gonna talk to? Greg? That's his sister!" - I said in a humorous tone.

Of course, I may be broken inside from River’s rejection, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let it affect my friendship with Micah. Not after 17 years.

"Okay, if you insist. We were kissing and our eyes shone as we became filled with lust. Then..."

Micah spent the better part of an hour telling me about his joyous afternoon with his mate. I could tell he was dying to brag about it, despite his faint attempt to deny it initially.

And so I listened to all of it, in rich detail. I even ignored the boner he got from reliving the intimate moments with her. And apparently, there were quite a few. I was really happy for him.

"I can't believe you stopped her hand. Very mature of you." - I admired him. From the sound of it, he could have completed the bond right then and there.

But he was a gentleman for checking in with her if she was absolutely sure of what she was doing. If she wanted to go forward with it at that time.

"I know, right? I thought so too. But I was so desperate for her to want to go on that when she suggested an alternative, I could barely wait for her to finish the sentence." - He was ecstatic.

"I'm so glad for you, brother, I really am. If anyone deserves to be happy it's you." - I said with an emotional voice.

"Thanks, Felix. I really appreciate it. I know things haven't been easy for you lately." - He spoke with a saddened tone, gloomy about my mating status.

"Tell me about it! So, when you were getting busy with your mate, I went downtown to take my mind off things alone. I didn't want to bother Greg with my mate drama." - I informed him, building up momentum.

"I understand. I wish I could've been there for you, buddy." - He said with a sorrowful expression on his face.

"It's fine, really. Anyway, I was minding my own business, sitting on a park bench. Guess who comes talking to me?" - I teased him with a suspenseful tone.

"No!?" - Micah gasped in shock. He was really surprised by this.

"Yes, none other than River Westbrook." - I continued, baffled by this coincidence myself.

"He even invited me to eat with him, so I went along. You know, building bridges and all that. And we had a good talk, to an extent. We discussed the mate bond, he apologized for not being able to reciprocate my feelings. It was nice. That is until..." - I stopped myself, gearing up for the twist.

Micah shot his eyebrows up. He was already at the edge of his seat listening to the story.

"Until he proposed that I'd do to him what your mate did to you." - I said with an angry tone. I didn’t want to say he wanted me to blow him, but Micah understood it immediately.

"Shut up! He asked you to..." - He gasped, perplexed. He looked shocked by this turn of events.

"Exactly! I snapped at him! I told him I was a real person with feelings. And I wasn't there to be exploited by straight people. I was so angry… I don't care how horny you are, that's not acceptable!" - I raised my voice, still furious about the whole situation.

"Good for you, brother!" - He commended me.

"Thank you! I was gonna leave the table right away, but he grabbed my arm and begged me to stay and apologized. So, I stayed. But I showed him I'm not one to be messed with." - I concluded, livid as I replayed the scene in my head as I spoke.

Micah applauded my attitude and I was happy to have him on my side.

"Thanks, Micah. I mean, the nerve of the guy. No one offered me a blow job." - I snickered.

Micah laughed at this.

"And you know, it's not that I'm a prude, far from it. But I'll never accept anything less than what I'm worth." - I declared, proud of myself.

"And you're absolutely right! That's exactly the correct attitude." - He said with confidence.

"Thanks, Micah. I have to get back to the pack house now or I'll miss dinner entirely. I just wanted to say that I'm really happy for you. At least one of us got a happy ending." - I cheered for him with a genuine smile.

He hugged me and I left soon after.

I barely made it in time for dinner. But I wasn't that hungry anyway. Later at night, Greg stopped by my room.

"Are you okay? You seemed a little off at dinner." - He asked as he closed the door behind him.

"I am. I just had a good conversation with Micah about his date and wondered about my fate. But I'm okay, really." - I replied, laying in my bed.

"Good. I hope the date went well." - He spoke, a bit awkward.

"It did, don't worry." - I reassured him, but not wanting to extend on the topic.

"Great. I just wanted to check in. Is it okay if I stay here?" - He asked sheepishly, approaching my bed.

"Of course! You'll always be welcomed in my room, Greg, no matter what." - I spoke honestly and enthusiastically.

"Thanks." - He said and laid next to me. - "I know things haven't been great with your mate, but I just wondered if it's not weird for you that I am here." - He asked me, unsure of himself.

"Greg, you have nothing to do with your brother aside from genetics. It's completely fine. I actually love that you're here and our relationship can remain the same." - I reassured him with a modest smile.

"Fantastic! Can I still kiss..."

I kissed him passionately, cutting him off before he could finish the sentence. It was nice knowing where I stood with him. And he was a good kisser.

He moaned lightly under my lips, it was awesome. We kissed for a very long time, taking pleasure in our make out session with ease and confidence.

"I’ve missed this." - Greg said after we took a break from the kissing.

"Me too." - I admitted. I did miss us. A lot more than I could have anticipated, to be honest.

"I was wondering something... Would it be okay if we played with each other?" - He asked, blushing. I could feel the shyness he was exuding right now. I find it so adorable.

"What do you mean?" - I wondered, looking puzzled.

"Felix, are you really gonna make me say it?" - He asked me annoyingly. It did take me a second to figure out what he was alluding to. This never happened before, not for the lack of ME trying.

"Oh, I see... Of course, as long as it doesn't have anything to do with..."

"It doesn't!" - He interrupted me, emphatically. - "So, is that a yes?" - He questioned me, eagerly.

I looked at him and I could see the naughty expression bursting from his face.

"Yes, you have my consent." - I declared, serenely.

As soon as I said these words, he grabbed my pajama pants from the waist and pulled down to my knee, alongside my underwear. It happened so fast I barely had any time to react.

I think he's been considering this for quite some time now by the look of it.

He took me into his mouth and I gasped in shock.

I was seeing heaven. So this is what all the fuss is about. NOW, I get it.

Greg continued sucking me off for quite a while, he was hungry for it and I enjoyed it very much. I could tell he was eager for this and I’m more than happy to oblige.

I should probably feel guilty for having unmated sex, but it's not like I'm having mated sex any time soon. So fuck it!

And he was very good for his first time. Even when I was on the verge of climaxing, he never stopped. And I warned him beforehand.

Once he swallowed all the protein I had spilt, only then he let me go. He looked at me with pitch black eyes, so lustful I could barely breathe around him.

I took a moment to catch my breath, then announced to him:

"Okay, now is my turn!" - I exclaimed very enthusiastically.

I pulled him up in the bed and moved to grab his pants. But before I did, he asked me:

"Are you sure? You don't have to do it if you don't feel like it. Don't feel obligated to reciprocate just because I'm horny." - He double checked, putting me at ease.

"Yes, I'm sure. Are you gonna make me beg?" - I said with a very decisive tone. He laughed at this.

"Yes, you have my consent. Just don't grab my..."

"I know. Relax!" - I interrupted him. Don't worry, Greg. That's a lesson that was hard learned. I know I can’t touch his bum without triggering him. Unfortunately, he suffered a lot of sexual abuse growing up.

I pulled his pajama pants and underwear down like I always wanted to and got exposed to his hard member, leaking precum and ready for me.

I took him in gladly. But because I couldn't fit all of him in my mouth, I had a different approach to sucking him off.

First, I licked it from the base to the tip, driving him insane. He moaned loudly from the pleasure. It was exhilarating for me.

I went at it for quite some time too. Driving him to the brink and stopping right at the edge. And licked some more. I slurped that massive cock like it was ice cream. I have wanted to do this for so long…

After he couldn't take it anymore, I sucked him off good. I also never stopped until I got everything until the last drop. My eyes were so dark I thought I could shift into a wolf at any moment.

After I finished, I pulled his pants back up and laid by his side.

"I wanted to do that for a very long time, not gonna lie." - I confessed with a cheeky smile.

"Me too. I just never had the courage until now." - He admitted, blushing but feeling satisfied.

"And what gave you the courage to do it now?" - I asked him, though I was afraid of the answer. I feared that he would confirm what I’m already thinking.

"Good question. I guess I got tired of second guessing myself. Tired of my own insecurities. If I don't do this with someone I trust, then who else?" - He told me with a confident tone.

"You know you will find your mate, right?" - I said with a hopeful inclination.

"I know, but that can take a long time. And I was hungry now." - He snickered, then kissed me on the cheek.

"I can't fault your reasoning. And I'm very glad you did something that you wanted." - I spoke with an expression of contentment.

"Thanks. I'm glad too." - He smiled at me, sweetly. I find his smile so adorable. When he first came into our pack, he would not smile ever. He was a very tense child. It took months for us to build trust with him.

We both went to the bathroom to wash up. We did something tonight that we had never done before, we showered together. Even though the space was tight, we made it work for us.

And I, for one, couldn't be happier that we had this opportunity.

I'm glad he let loose with me for whatever reason. And yes, there's a part of me that thinks he only did that because he's afraid he'll lose me to my mate.

I’m not blind nor fooling myself here. But that's yet to be decided and certainly NOT by me.

And I'm not holding my breath, frankly.

I'm not wasting a gift horse by looking in its mouth or whatever the saying goes…

I want what I want and I want it now!

No regrets. Besides, he is so freaking delicious. *naughty grin*

A|N: Oh Greg… I feel you, boo.

Now let’s see about the outcome of all this.

OFF:  I had to change the song I had originally thought for this chapter because I stole that for "The Orphan's Mate". I don't know what I was thinking writing a whole book and not publishing right away. Oh regret...

Love,

Léo.