Chapter 15: Kitchen fun*

[Third Person POV:]

Returning home with some meat in hand, Luke found Caleb sitting at the dining table, doing nothing.

Luke raised an eyebrow. “What happened? You look down.”

Caleb avoided his gaze as he replied, “I tried hunting.”

Luke glanced at Caleb’s scraped knee and the clotted blood on his elbow. “I guess you failed?” he asked.

Caleb nodded.

Luke chuckled. “Well, I had an agreement with Laila. I can support you two.”

Caleb flinched, then looked up. “Really?”

Luke nodded. “Yeah. I had a good hunt today too, and I can spare you two some coins. That should be enough to cover your part in the rotation.”

Caleb’s eyes lit up, but then he narrowed them. “You’re not trying to fool us, are you? Or maybe you want to humiliate me too, like your elder brother?”

It was no secret that Lex often insulted Caleb for his inability to earn consistently.

Much like the old Luke, Caleb was still regularly taunted. He often ate what Lex could not finish and was made to help with meager tasks like washing clothes, cleaning weapons, and other chores he found disgusting.

Luke leaned forward. “You don’t need to do anything. Just don’t question Laila if you see her serving me.”

Caleb blinked in surprise. “Serving you?”

Luke shrugged as he stood up. “You’ll find out soon.”

He stepped into the kitchen with the heavy slab of meat slung over his shoulder, then froze.

She stood there like pure sin wrapped in white cotton.

Hair pinned in a messy bun, sweat glistening along her throat and collarbone, the thin dress plastered to every lush curve. The fabric has turned almost transparent because of the sweat, clinging to her meaty waist and unblemished back. Her hips rolled with each small movement as she worked, the motion hypnotic.

He set the meat down quietly.

Then he closed the distance.

Strong arms slid around her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest.

She gasped, soft and startled.

He pressed his mouth to the warm hollow beneath her ear. “Hey, Mother.”

His low voice vibrated against her skin.

She melted a little, smiling. “Welcome home, son. Rough day?”

“Long.” His hands were already moving, slipping under the hem of her blouse, cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. “But this helps.”

Thumbs brushed her nipples through the binding tape. She arched instinctively, offering more.

He groaned quietly against her neck.

His cock, thick and impatient, nudged between the cheeks of her ass, hardening fast. He rocked forward in slow, deliberate strokes, grinding himself along her cleft while his lips dragged wet, open-mouthed kisses down the side of her throat.

She felt him swell, lengthen, pulse against her.

That unmistakable male signal—ready to claim their mate, breed them.

But why was he feeling such way towards her?

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away.

She simply leaned back heavier into him, letting her body soften, letting him take whatever he needed.

His fingers squeezed her heavy tits harder, thumbs dragging slow circles over her stiff nipples through the tape.

“Mom,” he rasped against her ear, “I want to kiss you.”

Monica’s head tilted, cheeks blooming with heat. “Kiss?”

Luke nodded, voice thick. “Like last night. When I tasted your mouth… teased your tongue till you were trembling. I need it again.”

She swallowed hard, pulse hammering in her throat.

She remembered how her sex has reacted during that connection. How her body had started to beg….to be bred by a man.

But it was her son making her feel like it…and that wasn’t right.

She darted a glance toward the open doorway. “Right here… anyone could walk in.”

Luke didn’t wait.

He spun her around, hands firm on her hips, pinning her against the counter so she had to meet his eyes.

Dark and hungry.

“I want you,” he said low, mouth hovering over hers. “Right now.”

His cock pressed thick and insistent against her belly, straining through his pants.

Monica’s breath caught.

She didn’t push him away.

Instead her lips parted—just enough.

And when he closed the distance, crushing his mouth to hers, she let him in.

Tongue sliding deep, wet, possessive.

She moaned into the kiss helplessly, fingers curling into his shirt as her body melted against him.

Luke broke the kiss just enough to rasp against her swollen lips, “Mom…”

One hand stayed locked on her breast, fingers finding the edge of the binding tape and tugging it down roughly until her nipple popped free. Her breast hung out, completely exposed.

He pinched her swollen nipple—hard—rolling the tight peak between thumb and forefinger until she gasped and her hips jerked forward.

Using his foot, he dragged her legs apart before slowly raising his knee.

Monica stiffened for a heartbeat—eyes widening against his lips—when she felt the firm press of his knee sliding up the inside of her leg.

He didn’t ask.

He just lifted it higher, slow and deliberate, until the hard ridge of his thigh settled right against her soaked pussy.

She broke the kiss with a soft, startled gasp. “Luke…”

Her voice came out shaky, half protest, half plea.

His hands slid to her hips, gripping tight to hold her in place as he rocked his leg forward—grinding the muscle against her swollen clit through the thin, drenched fabric of her panties.

Monica’s breath hitched hard.

Her thighs trembled, instinctively trying to close, but his knee kept them parted. The pressure was perfect—firm, unyielding, rubbing her in slow, rolling circles that made heat coil tight in her belly.

She bit her lip, cheeks burning, eyes darting once toward the doorway again.

“We… we shouldn’t…” The words were weak, barely a whisper, drowned out by the soft, wet sound of her cunt sliding against his thigh with every small rock of his hips.

But her body betrayed her.

Her hips tilted forward on their own, chasing the friction, pressing her dripping slit harder against him. A low, helpless moan slipped from her throat as the rough drag over her clit sent pleasure spiking through her.

She has never felt like this. This pleasure…this has never happened to her before!

Just when she felt she was about to reach the peak of her pleasure, her eyes turning hazy…but then,

“Monica.”

A voice startled them.

Luke stepped away just when Gustav entered.

When he walked in, he saw his mate in a disheveled stated. Saliva dripping from her lips, one teat hanging out and skirt ridden up.

He asked in confusion, “What happened to you? Why are you like this?”

She regained some calm and shook her head, “N-Nothing…” She hurriedly arranged her dress as Gustav turned to his son.

A smile split his lips as he said, “I heard you worked for the Chief today?”

Luke could barely hide the stiffness in his pants but he was able to calm himself down and respond, “Yeah…earned a few Toras.”

Gustav nodded before saying, “Can you come out? I want to talk to you about something.”

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