Revolting

Chapter Nine - Chemistry Michael

I have decided that I love fishing. As long as I don't have to touch the worm, or the fish. Yes, I can rip out my enemy's throat with my own teeth, but please, do not give me anything slimy and squirmy. Lucky for me, William patiently took over those parts, with a little good-natured ribbing. I caught a few more fish, funny little flat-sided fish that William called "pumpkinseeds". He took them off my hook and then set them back in the water to swim away, hopefully no worse for the wear.

William brought in two big bass, that he declared as keepers, and a couple of smaller fish that he called "yellow perch" and one tiny pumpkinseed the size of a gold fish. "Wait, wait! I need a photo with this trophy fish!" he laughed, and he made me take his phone and take some posed shots with him holding up the fish that was no bigger than my thumb. I pulled out my own phone too, and took a couple of shots, so that I could have a photo of him also. When he was done playing with the poor thing, he finally threw it back, and went to the water's edge to wash his hands.

My stomach growled, letting me know that it was late in the afternoon, and we hadn't yet stopped for lunch. "Hey, I'm hungry!" I declared. "Let's eat!"

He agreed, and I took out my cooler. I admit, I didn't make the lunch myself. I'd given that task to one of the omegas from the kitchen. But I'd double checked to make sure she'd given us a good assortment. There were roast beef sandwiches, grapes, slices of cheese, and homemade chocolate chip cookies. For drinks there were bottles of lemonade or iced tea. I felt a little uneasy, thinking it looked like a kid's picnic lunch, instead of a spread for two grown men. William however, was delighted. "Wow this is great!" he flopped down cross legged, and dug in with gusto. He had half a sandwich in one hand, and a handful of grapes in the other. "When I come alone, I usually just bring a bottle of water and some beef jerky. This is way better. Oh my god, are those chocolate chip cookies?" He put his sandwich down and dove for the cookies.

I ate my food and watched him with equal parts awe and amusement. What was it about this man? Whatever he did, it seemed like he put his whole soul into, whether it was angling for a bass, or eating his lunch. He was so full of energy and... gusto. He was like this blast of sunlight into my gloomy life... I hadn't even known I was gloomy until he showed up. I kept edging closer to him as I ate my fill, but he didn't seem to notice.

I waited for him to drain the last of his bottle of lemonade before I made my move, swiftly leaning down to capture his lips before he had a chance to pull away, or some other minor distraction took him out of my reach. His mouth tasted like sweet lemons, and his own delicious flavor. He didn't pull away from me. After just a moment's hesitation, he was kissing me back with that same passion that I was just admiring. His hands, with those long fingers were raking through my hair, as he opened his mouth and submitted to me.

I groaned with pleasure, and cupped his face in my hands. That low-key desire that had been whispering between us suddenly flared up like a forest fire. William moved around deftly until he was straddling my lap, bringing his face even with mine. I ran my hands down his back, admiring the taut muscles along his spine, and then pressed his hips closer. I could feel his excitement, even as he rubbed himself against my erection.

I closed my eyes as his delicate fingers left my hair and started trailing down my chest, just as I had once imagined them doing. My mother would have called them piano hands, and now he was playing music over my pecs, his nails lightly scratching as he explored my body. I growled and brought a hand between us, cupping him and rubbing him through his pants.

It was then that he stiffened and pulled away. His hand went to mine to stop me. There was no mistaking the desire in his eyes, or the fact that he was panting for breath as he gently removed my hand. "We need to slow down," he gasped. "We need to think about this."

"Think about what?" I growled. It was obvious to me... I wanted him. He wanted me. Why complicate it with too much thinking?

William shook his head, and slid off my lap, putting some space between us. "I'm into you, Michael, and obviously" he glanced at my crotch with a meaningful look, "You're into me too. But what about your mate?"

I gaped at him. "My mate? I don't have a mate."

He looked away, his gaze sweeping out toward the water. "But don't you still have hope? Don't you want to find him? Or her?"© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I shrugged and huffed out a breath. He had totally just killed the mood. "I'm twenty-seven years old, Will. If I had a mate, I think I would have found him by now."

William raked his hands through his hair. "I guess I'm not ready to give up yet."

"So what? You are going to stay celibate until some mythical soulmate dances into your life?"

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His ears turned red. "I haven't been celibate. Its just that all my other partners... they were human."

"Ohhh," I blew out an amused breath, "So you didn't have to worry about your partner finding his mate and leaving you out in the cold."

He shrugged, clearly uncomfortable. I think he may have just realized what an asshole-move that was. He wasn't concerned about breaking some human's heart and leaving them high and dry if he happened to stumble upon his own mate. "Look, we are both alone right now. And we got a great chemistry between us. I know you can feel it. Why can't we just pursue that, with no strings attached? We can mutually agree ahead of time to go our separate ways if one of us finds our mate." I could make such a suggestion with confidence, because I didn't believe there was any fated mate out there for me. And I was okay with that. I was okay with being alone. It didn't tear me up the way it seemed to mess up other alphas. He looked at me, his own uncertainty clearly reflected in his dreamy blue eyes. I could almost see him debating inside himself. I bet he was questioning if there was really any such thing as a relationship with no strings attached. I bet he was asking himself if he could pursue a relationship without emotional attachment.

I bet he couldn't, and I was banking on it.

Because the truth was, I wanted William. I wanted him for my own. I didn't want to give him up to some fated mate somewhere down the road. I needed him to give our relationship a chance, so that I could prove to him that I was the right man for him, even if there weren't a bunch of fabled sparks going off between us when we touched.