4. Trent Phoebe{ManxMan}

•CHAPTER 23

I, Trent Phoebe, officially have a boyfriend.

I have also mentioned this to every single on of the pack members which why I was not even mad that they threw a cake at me that had said happy first day with mate. I was goofy smiling.

"Papa," Harkin had begun, if I'm every like that, slap me."

"Eh." Dante said in complete astonishment looking at his kid.

"I told you, he's your son."

Idris chose that moment to take Harkin by the hand and pull him, Harkin hissed so loudly that we all watched. "I told you not to touch me!"

Idris only giggled and kept pulling. "I'm going to die!" Harkin wailed dramatically clinging to his father's.

I took out my phone and took a picture and sent it to Adriel who was dying and had decided that Harkin was his second favourite in my strange family.

It has only been a couple of weeks since he and I started but not much has changed which made me wonder if that was okay.

I mean, we still texted and called(voice and video) and we still went out for breakfast, lunch or dinner sometimes and the movies. I was wondering if somehow that was still, you know, appropriate for a status change. I was having a good time despite it. He still held my hand, now more than often and we kissed...a lot.

Suddenly I stopped moving and I thought about his lips on mine and how much I missed them already. I decided then and there I would go see him for a quick kiss.

"Where you going?"

"Mate."

"You have patrol today." Claude deadpanned and I groaned.

"Switch with me?"

"I also like getting laid, thank you." He took my hand off of him.

"You addict."

"Patrol." I groaned and thought about it, there was like three hours until my shift so I decided yes, I could make it.

I did not such thing.

There I was, in my bubble with Adriel, our lips tangled in one another, harmlessly, I was breathing heavily, his scent becoming something of a drug to me. All the blood was rushing downward and this territory was dangerous.

I didn't want him to think I was a pervert.

I could be.

I squeezed his hips, pushing him against a shelf and I held it in, I swear I did but my chest rumbled and my hips buckled while my gums itched and I knew these signs. Everything in me screamed mate. I wanted to mount the poor guy and that wasn't fair and yet, I didn't stop.

My fingers were under his shirt and then he just had to, he did the thing where he whimpered, the sound so meek and willing and ready and I hoisted him up, his legs wrapping around me and I swallowed every sound he could make and I was pressing myself into him and I could smell and feel his own arousal.

I pinched a nipple, his piercing doing something to me as it rubbed on the roof of my mouth. I groaned and grabbed his ass, it was so nice, so juicy and plump in my hand. My mind played tricks on me, envisioning my tongue buried in him, enjoying his taste an-

"Shit." I growled lowly.

You are 10 minutes late. "Fuck."

"I didn't know this, but-" he gasped, "your hot when you cuss."

"I don't do it often."

"I'm not complaining." His nose nudged mine, his eyes were half closed and dazed and I knew if we didn't stop I wouldn't have anything to hold me back.