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C. Rochelle
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November 14 - November 14, 2023
“How do I look?” I huffed a laugh, feeling cum dripping down my neck, and not hating it at all. “Like mine,” he growled.
His gaze softened. “How do you feel?” There was only one right answer, and not because I knew what Zion wanted to hear. The truth was, I no longer cared if I was gay or straight or something in between. I wanted whatever this was—this unexpected thing that had been happening between us for however long. Swallowing hard, I licked my lips, almost coming on the spot from the taste of him on my tongue. “I feel like yours.”
“I just like how your supe form makes me feel…” Might as well go big with telling him how weird I am. Zion cocked his head as he removed the rest of his clothes—way more gracefully than I had. “And how do I make you feel, B?” Here we go. I blew out a slow breath. “Like… prey.”
He protects what belongs to him. And I belong to him.
Baltasar was the missing piece in our little family and I had never been more terrified. I can’t fucking lose him, too. Entering survival mode, I took slow, even breaths—willing myself to not assume the worst was going to happen. Everything is going to be okay. Everything’s okay…
I furrowed my brow. “What are you apologizing for? I’m the one who fell asleep in here because I couldn’t stop spooning you.” Baltasar blushed while Daisy squealed, jumping up and down while clapping her hands. “Ahhh, this is the best day ever! Blunty’s gonna be my second daddy and you’re gonna get married and we’ll be a family!”
“Do you… mind if I call Daisy that?” he hesitantly asked, tossing a pair of sweatpants my way. “Ours? Y-you said it yesterday, but I wasn’t sure if you meant it…” He’s absolutely ridiculous. Casting the sweatpants aside, I rose from the bed and stalked to where he stood, using my larger body to cage him in against the dresser. “Daisy is ours, B,” I growled, brushing my lips over his and loving how he shuddered—even though I was the one standing here naked. “Just like you are mine. And this”—I drew back to better look at him—“is it for me. If you want it, too.” Please say yes.
“I assume Wolfy sent you here,” I grumbled before freezing. “Or… Simon.” Cappy wouldn’t… kill me, would he? WOULD HE?!
“Why are you so protective of someone else’s kid?” he slowly asked, like he was doing his best to understand. “Because Zion’s my inventus,” I gritted out, panting through the rage still simmering beneath the surface. “Any further questions, Cappy?” Butch opened and closed his mouth a few times, and it was a good 60 seconds before he spoke. “Well… fuck.”
“What’s the fucking difference, Z?” Baltasar huffed, uncharacteristically pissed as he rolled onto his knees. “You’re already my inventus.” Time ceased to exist. The world outside could have been burning—descending into the apocalypse—but my focus had tunneled to one thing only. My mate. My… inventus?
“I’m not leaving,” he bluntly stated, and the larger meaning was heard loud and clear. I’m not going anywhere. I accept you. I love you.
The one thing that always brought me back to baseline was wiping the field with my Deathball opponents. Mostly when I faced off against Zion. My peace has been right there in front of me this entire time.
Zion caught the ball and stared me down so intensely, his eyes flashed yellow. “Stop getting your panties in a bunch, Suarez. You know I want you.” Of course, I knew in my soul that what Zion Salah felt for me was real, but I was still hurt by his sudden coldness. “First of all,” I huffed. “You’ve been acting weird since yesterday, and second, I’m wearing a goddamn jockstrap, not panties.” So there.
“You need to understand, if I was forced to choose, I would choose you, Zion. Every fucking time.”
There was nothing like running through the forest while only wearing a jockstrap to make you question your life choices.
Although, at least the jock is keeping my boner in line. Because no matter how potentially dangerous my current situation was, I had never been hornier. Come and get me, you crazy lizard.
I wanted to make him proud. Jesus, I really am a praise whore. And a lizard whore.
“Please…” I begged, ramping up the whine in my tone and going in for the kill. “Please breed me.”
He latched onto my neck where it met my shoulder, firing off my synapses as searing pain radiated outward from his bite. I tensed before a wave of pure euphoria washed over me. All I felt was calm—a sense of rightness and certainty. This. Then a second wave hit, and I was suddenly experiencing the moment from both our perspectives—the giver and the receiver. Joined as one with one continuous, glorious loop of sensation and emotion. Pleasure, anguish, desire, power… Love.
“Mine…” he growled, sounding like he was still firmly in lizard brain mode. That’s cool. Imma sleep now, anyway. “Yours,” I replied, allowing my eyes to flutter closed again as exhaustion swept me under, feeling like I finally belonged somewhere, for once. I’ll always be yours.
Ziggy nodded, satisfied with my answer. “That’s exactly why I came looking for you, Zion. Besides the strange science experiment that’s been going on here for the past few thousand millennia, I want to understand why you’re showing such dominant Lacertus traits. Meanwhile, other supes who carry the same DNA”—his gaze shifted to Baltasar in a coldly assessing way—“can’t seem to make a single scale appear.”
“Good idea to ask if she knew Doc, though,” Dre added. “Genius.” Well, there’s a word I don’t hear every day. Or ever.
“You look so fucking pretty, Baltasar.” My name on Zion’s wicked tongue made me shudder as we continued our path. “My pretty princess.” “Fuck off,” I croaked, even though I was so horny I could barely see straight. “I’m no one’s princess.”
“I can’t believe I get to have you,” he continued, reaching around to caress me from my balls to my cock. “That you want to be with me and Daisy, like a family. That as soon as this bullshit is over, I’ll get to hold you every night… knowing only I get to touch you… to bury myself inside your cunt and breed you whenever I want.”
“I love you,” I whispered, turning my head so he could see how much I meant it. “I’m yours, Z.”
“Your dad and I have a… thing we need to go to…” Daisy’s suspicious gaze briefly slid to me before a change I knew well washed over her deceptively sweet face. Oh, no... BRACE YOURSELF, B! “B-but…” Daisy’s lower lip trembled as she turned to Baltasar—her big brown eyes filling up with fat tears. “You’re my dad now, too, Blunty.” “Oh, my godddd,” Baltasar gasped, and it was all I could do not to laugh at how close to crying he looked. “I’m sorry, D. I-I’ll make it up to you, okay? We could go shopping this weekend. How does that sound?” “Deal.” She smirked, returning her attention to her
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“Yes, by the way,” Baltasar murmured, drawing my attention back to him. He turned away from the window to meet my gaze with that same unwavering intensity he used to give me on the Deathball field. “Whenever you get around to asking me, I’m gonna say yes.”
For once, I didn’t try to hide the goddamn tears rolling down my cheeks. I wanted this perfect man to see how much I trusted him, as well—how safe he made me feel.
“Fuck, I love you,” I sighed, lowering my face to where his shoulder met his neck, so I could nuzzle the bite that visibly marked him as mine. “I love taking care of you… and would really love fucking you into the tile right now.”
“I’m glad you met her, Z. Not just because she gave you Daisy—although I’m obviously thankful for that—but because she took care of you until I was ready.”
Thanks to Doc’s research, my family knew this gene was what formed inventus bonds, but Zion’s parents hadn’t focused on that. They’d only cared about bringing their firstborn’s dormant traits roaring to the surface. To create an heir as threatening as the newly registered Hand of Death. To ensure their clan would remain as powerful as mine.
“No, Wolfgang,” Zion sighed, releasing me so I could fully breathe again. “I simply want my throne—with Baltasar by my side—and for you and me to work together. Two equally formidable families, joined as one in power. That’s it.” My brother cocked his head, visibly confused. “You’re… not trying to take over my clan?” Zion scoffed. “I know this might be a shock, but just because it’s ‘how the game is played’ doesn’t mean we need to continue playing.”
“But I didn’t do anything!” I protested, beyond annoyed at both alpha male idiots for using me as leverage in their dick measuring contest. Hmph. Wolfy quickly typed out an email on his phone before solemnly meeting my gaze again. “Don’t underestimate yourself, Balty. You’re just as important as anyone else in this family. In both families.” He turned to Zion as a truly villainous grin stretched across his face. “Now, who’s ready to conquer a kingdom?”
At this point, whatever natural powers Zion was originally destined to develop had been swallowed up by his now dominant Lacertus DNA. And without knowing how his body would react to withdrawals, we felt it was best for him to continue his doses. At least, until we can find this mysterious ‘T’ and learn more. This meant Zion’s death pond was off-limits to everyone else, including me. Xander figured out that my sudden lizard-like appearance was from swimming in the polluted water—not from our inventus bond.
It bummed me out that Zion’s artificially altered DNA made it so we couldn’t power-share like other inventus pairs. But our connection was solid just the same.
Thanks to him I no longer thought of myself as nothing but a dumb jock. I’d discovered how capable I actually was—how I could be counted on when it mattered—and that I didn’t need to prove my worth to anyone. I’m good enough, just the way I am.
It was Dahlia’s idea to tell the press she’d agreed to play the role of my fake fiancé until I was comfortable announcing my relationship with her brother. SNZ ate it up—forbidden, super gay love story that it was—and even our most hardcore Deathball fans were rooting for Zion and me by the time I took the podium at the Games. SupeSports convinced us to do a ‘rivals to lovers’ special that ended with us getting married on the field in full gear. It was kind of cheesy—and my supersuit felt like it shrunk again—but Butch offered for us to renew our vows in our own way during his destination
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We’d soon have more Suarez offspring to spoil. Butch and Xander’s bestie, Kai, was officially carrying their baby boy as their surrogate. This also meant the poor normie—currently sandwiched between the soon-to-be dads on the couch—had no hope of escape from our family.
“We have a doorbell?” Xander blurted out, even as he—and every other supe in the room—had gone on high alert. Well… most of them. “Jesus, you villains are jumpy,” Zion chuckled as he rose to stand. “I doubt an assassin would ring the doorbell.” That’s just what an assassin would want you to think!
I wasn't that worried about it. Even though Daisy wasn’t related to my family by blood, she was important to me. And one of the most surprising things I’d learned during this whole adventure was just how important I was in a family of much more impressive supes. Blood is thicker than murder. But murder doesn’t hurt.
