CHAPTER 123: MI DOSA

He chuckled at her words, nodding. His hands raised in surrender. "Fine. I’m an Alpha, though. And I look nothing like a child." He teased, his eyes on her ass as she passed him heading to the trash can at the corner of the kitchen to dump all of their contaminated food.

"Keep telling yourself that, man child." She said, heading to the sink to wash her hands, before turning around again to get to the refrigerator she desperately hoped was stocked with things other than fruit juices and alcohol.

Luckily, it was stocked full, causing her to reason that maybe Theo’s cabin refrigerator was the only unstocked one.

She picked out the things she needed, her eyebrows furrowing as she squinted at the number of ice cream tubs that were arranged in one part of his massive refrigerator that stretched inside the wall.

"Why on earth do you have so much ice cream?" She asked, placing the things she’d picked out on the counter, not missing the embarrassed look that flashed across his face, confirming her suspicions, but she kept quiet, allowing him to say something about it, without coercion.

"I uh.. I kinda live on ice cream when I’m stressed." He admitted shyly, which she would have missed if she hadn’t looked closely to see the faint tint of his upper cheeks and ear lobes.

"Seriously? Does it help?" She asked, curiosity in her voice, as she sorted through the ingredients for pancakes and bacon as extra protein, trying to sound as indifferent as possible so he wasn’t going to seem too embarrassed.

He was showing her different cracks on his thick exterior today, without any efforts from her, and although she knew it was the mate bond at work, she wanted to try as hard as possible, to give every chunk of his walls that were fallen off a soft landing, hoping it was going to give him the courage to willing let more chunks fall off.

She wasn’t foolish or delusional to think everything was going to fall off at once, but at whichever pace they decided to fall, she was going to be there to offer a soft pillow, at every step of the way. No matter what it was going to take her.

"Yes, actually. I read of it in a magazine I came across while waiting for a partner at a restaurant. While it could cause diabetes and obesity to eat it when stressed, I work out a lot so it doesn’t exactly count for me." He explained easily, his chest he didn’t know was constricted and heavy, grew significantly lighter with each word he let out.

"That’s interesting. My big bad mate is made up of chocolate and vanilla ice cream on the inside." She teased lightly, winking at him.

"Oh, please. There’s none inside me right now. Already worked them off." He replied, wiggling his brows, earning a scoff from her.

"Show off." She muttered, cracking her eggs. "Alright then, are you ready to tell me why you poisoned our fifty shan breakfast?" She asked, glancing at him.

"Oh, that." He said chuckling a little. "I laughed because it was the funniest thing I have heard of myself. I mean, a lot of people call me boring, broody , antisocial, brutal, but I’ve never heard anyone call me celibate, so that was a new one. I even had to think of what the word meant." He chuckled again downing the last of his orange juice.

"Mm okay." She responded, her next question already lined up in her head. "So you weren’t?" She asked, already knowing the answer to that question.

"Definitely not, Bunny." He said laughing lightly as he shook his head.

"I wasn’t a man whore, but I wasn’t celibate. I did think of it a few times, because I was waiting for you, but pumping your fist regularly as an alpha isn’t exactly good for the bloodline. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to risk weakening or killing my cock before I found you." He teased, coming up behind her as she processed his words, blood rushing to her ears as her mind processed everything he had said, and definitely not in the sad way.

"You piece of shit." She gritted through her clenched teeth, trying as hard as she could to hold back the blush and warmth that threatened to flood her senses due to his mind-numbing scent and proximity.

"Mmm, fowl mouth." He said as he licked the corner of her mouth. "I like it." He teased bringing his lips to her ears, taking her outer ear into his mouth before biting down a little softly, earning a cock-turning moan from her.

"Hopefully, you’d keep it close so I can relish fucking it out of you the day after tomorrow. Maybe, I could show you all I learned in five years, if you’re willing. But I’m sure you’d like that, right, Princess?" He cooed in her ear, letting his tongue slip inside a bit as his fingers pinched her rock-hard nipples, causing her to lean back against his chest, an unrestrained throaty moan escaping her lips.

"Mmm, I see you like that, Princess." He cooed, licking behind her ears, his lips going lower to the crook and back of her neck, working wonders. "Did I do that to you, Princess?" He asked pinching her nipples hard, causing her to jerk and squeak.

"Yes." She breathed, with eyes shut tight.

"Damn right, Mi Dosa." He cooed, the Eldradorian words rolling smoothly off his tongue, threatening to send her to an early grave. "I’m going to show you what your doing to me, Princess." He whispered, pushing her softly against the counter, as he pressed his pelvis against her voluptuous back, deep groans and moans filling the room as bolts of electricity, warmth and arousal shot through them.

"Shit, Dosa." He cursed, rolling his pelvis again her ass as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. "I don’t think I can stop." He admitted, still rolling his hip.

"Don’t stop." She managed to whisper, her lips quivering as moans ripped through them.

"Yes, Princess."