Don't Confuse It, You'll Always Just Be His Prey

"W-We can't just k-kick him out, R-Ronnie." I sighed, continuing to make the bed for my father.

"Sure we can." He said, refusing to help me. He was being quite childish, if you ask me. I offered my father to stay a few days for the fact that he really didn't have anywhere to go. He came all this way to see me. The least I could do was spare him a bed. A bed that Ronnie is not helping me make.

"St-Stop being ch-childish. He is m-my father. You're m-my mate. It w-would be nice if you g-got along. Isn't th-that p-part of the tr-traditions, t-to meet th-the parents?" I bickered back.

"I met your parents, remember? It didn't end all that well." He pointed out.

"Yeah," I said throwing a pillow at him. "B-Because you have a l-little pr-problem with humans, r-remember?"

He caught the pillow easily, and with a playful growl, leaped at me. I couldn't help but laugh when he straddled me to the bed. We wrestled around, pushing and shoving, laughing and giggling. It was no shock that he won it. He had my arms pinned as our chuckles died down.

"Pl-Please be n-nice to him." I whispered.

He sighed, rolling off of me. "Fine, I'll try."

"You'll tr-try?" I asked, rolling on top of him.

He ran his hands up my thighs to my sides. "Yes, I'll try. It's better than nothing, isn't it?"

"W-Well, look at it th-this way," I said. "The b-better you are, the m-more grateful I am."

"Oh, really?" He asked, raising his eye brows.

I leaned down to nearly centimeters from his face. "Really." I replied.

"I guess I'll be good then." He smirked. He leaned the rest of the way up, smashing our lips together. I couldn't help but smile slightly into the kiss. We continued to dance the familiar yet unusual routine. He ran his tongue down my bottom lip, and I couldn't help but tease him for a bit. So, I refused to open up. He growled slightly, running his nails down the flesh of my back. I knew the reaction he wanted to get, but I wasn't that easily surprised by his antics anymore. I bit his bottom lip, and he took that as an open invitation. His tongue ran over the roof of my mouth, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped out.

Someone cleared their throat, and I don't think I could have jumped away from Ronnie fast enough. He caught my elbow to make sure I didn't fall flat on my ass. My father was standing in the door way, looking as awkward as he could be. He was scratching the back of his neck with his eyes scanning around the room. God, I could feel all the color go straight to my face. This had to be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in my life!

"Uh, h-hey, dad." I said. Ronnie stood up, kissed me on the cheek, and left the room. I was slightly proud of him because he didn't glare at my father on his way out.

"He really is your mate." He stated, walking further into the room like he wasn't wanted here.

I nodded. "Yeah, s-sorry about th-that."

"It's no problem," he shrugged. "It is his house and everything." I suppressed the urge to correct him, saying it was our house and all.

"Yeah, b-but you shouldn't b-be seeing that." I stated.

He nodded and looked awkwardly around the room for a minute. "You guys are careful, right? Because I know fertiles can get preg-"

"Dad!" I screamed, shaking my head. "R-Ronnie and I haven't d-done anything like th-that yet."

"Well, I'm just saying it because I don't want you to end up dropping out for being preg-"

"Dad, stop!" I yelled with wide eyes. "We aren't g-going to talk about th-that."

"I'm just worried about you, kiddo." He replied.

"Yeah," I said. "G-Goodnight, dad."

"Goodnight, Max." He replied.

I walked to my own room stopping to tell Linda that my father would be staying with for a while. She didn't have a problem with that all too much. It was he uncle after all. He was her actual family. I went back to my room to see Ronnie laughing about something to himself.

"Wh-What are you l-laughing about?" I asked.

Ronnie turned to look at me briefly before returning to whatever he was doing. "I heard that little shriek you gave out talking to your dad."

I pushed him. "Shut up."

"We are a mated couple. People automatically assume that we have sex." He replied grabbing my arm and pulling me over to him.

"Yeah," I commented. "But, we d-don't."

He sighed and muttered under his breath, "Much to my distaste."

"Is th-this your p-passive aggressive way t-to tell me you want us t-to have s-s-sex?" I asked.

"Darling, look at you," he said. "You are drop dead gorgeous, the sexiest person to walk the planet. Yes, the thought of making love to you is quite nice, but I wouldn't push you into anything. You know that."

"B-But don't you friends m-make fun of you for it?" I asked.

He scoffed. "My friends can go fuck themselves. They know I can beat all of their asses at once."

"That s-seems very am-ambitious of you." I laughed.

He smirked. "You know it's true."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's j-just hope you d-don't have to pr-prove it."