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Crispin's POV

"No! NO! I don't want to go!" Carter screamed at the top of his lungs. It burned my ears. I was trying my best to stay calm but my resolve was failing and fast.

Carter was now laid out on the floor stomping and screaming ever since I had told him Rena was on his way to come get him. I hate to say it but he really sucked the sexual tension out of the house. I was thankful for Dieter, he was upstairs packing his bag for the next few days while I tried to calm him down,

"Carter, you like Rena's house."

"NO! I want to stay!"

"Carter--"

"NOOO!!"

"CARTER, now I said stop, and you will stop!" My alpha voice came out unintentionally and I couldn't stop myself. Carter's face went into shock and his bottom lip quivered.

"Mean voice." He whispered. The quietest he had been all day. And I should have been happy, but it did the opposite. It terrified me. Carter wasn't a quiet kid, never has been...so this...this is strange.

He slowly stood up and wiped his face. I went to reach out to him but he took a step back from me. It was like a stab to my heart. Even William whined at the action.

"Carter?" I spoke softly but he just continued to step away the closer I tried to get to him. And before I knew it he was running up the stairs, past Dieter who was standing watching and I heard a door close.

"Everything okay?" He asked quickly as he set the suitcase down at the bottom of the stairs.

"No, it's not." I got up and I ran after Carter, having no idea what to do or say. I've never seen him like this before.

I pushed open the door slightly but I stopped when I heard Carter sniffling and I saw him curled under his blanket in the bed.

"Daddy was mean today." He whimpered out and my heart ached at the words. He must be talking to Tatty. But instead of barging in I stayed silent and listened.

"No, Daddy doesn't like us."

"No, Tatty, we made daddy angry."

"He wants us to go away."

It wasn't until I felt wetness hit my upper lip I realized I was crying. I don't even know what to say or how to fix this. I hadn't meant to use my alpha voice on him. Or any other time it's happened. And I never did before. So I don't quite understand what is happening now and why.

I closed the door and pulled myself away from Carter. Though everything in me was urging me to go back and fix it. Apologize. Do something. Dieter was still standing at the bottom of the stairs and concern was written all over his face. He lifted his hand to wipe my tears from my cheeks and pulled me into his chest.

"I don't know why I did that," I whispered into his neck. Feeling overwhelmingly defeated.

"I can go talk to him? If you're okay with that." I just nodded, no longer finding the strength to talk.

Dieter pulled away but kissed me on the forehead as he headed upstairs. And of course, that's when Rena knocks on the door. I sighed and opened it, She looked at me strangely and that's when I realized my attire. I was still in sweats but I had a shirt on now. Rena has never seen me look so casual before. I stepped aside and let her in but she still kept her eyes firmly on me.

"Something is wrong. Did all your clothes burn?" She questioned as she sat on the couch. I joined her.

"Carter and I are struggling. I don't know what it is but I can't get through to him like I used to."

"Oh, I see." She nodded and cleared her throat. "Well, kids are intuitive. They can sense change. Not saying he doesn't like Dieter, he just knows things are going to be different. That's all."

I wanted to believe, and part of me did. Maybe because I wanted there to be a reason for the behavior change. Before I could respond Dieter was walking down with Carter in arms and wrapped around his neck.

"Hi. Good to see you again, Dieter." Rena stood up and smiled at him. What I found amusing was that he just grunted and gave a curt nod. Back to his caveman behavior, I see.

"Right, well I will take Carter off your hands. And I'll call you with updates. Okay?" Rena walked forward and Carter went into her arms silently.

"Carter, I'll see you in a couple of days okay?" I barely recognized my voice. It came out so weak and quiet. But what was worse was how he didn't spare me a glance. He didn't say a word.

Dieter handed Rena the suitcase and she was out the door. I could feel fresh tears wanting to exit but I fought tooth and nail to not have them fall. I didn't want to ruin the rest of the night by crying.

Dieter locked the door and walked towards me. Pulling me into his warmth, his scent filling my nose and comforting me.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" I hummed against his chest as the vibration of his words hit my face.

"I don't know," I told him honestly and shrugged.

He moved his hand and firmly grabbed my chin to look at him. His amber eyes held nothing but pure and true emotions. Even when I'm feeling so shitty he made me feel so happy.

He brushed his thumb over my lip and just that small action made a fire brew in my belly.

I shouldn't be feeling this way...I should feel guilty and think of ways to make it up to Carter. But the moment Dieter's lips meet mine, I can't think of anything at all.

Every time we've kissed my brain goes foggy, and my thoughts jumble. The only thing I know is that I needed him. I needed his lips. I needed his body against me. I needed it all. He swiped my bottom lip and his tongue entered my mouth. He tasted so good.

I let out a deep groan as we continued. This kiss was heavy and full of mind-numbing emotions. I needed it to be. All of sudden I was being pushed back to where?

My question was answered as soon as my back hit the kitchen counter. My hands were a jumbled mess in Dieter's thick hair. Fuck, I loved pulling at it. It was my new favorite thing. Dieter broke our lips apart but found my neck within seconds. My dick was growing at a rapid rate, I was getting lightheaded from how fast my blood was rushing.

"Crispin," Dieter moaned in my ear as he stopped biting and sucking me. I wish he hadn't. "Can I touch you?"

The question made my sick jump in my sweats, that should be the answer enough. I knew he felt it, we were slammed against each other.

"On your knees," I growled out, no longer wanting to hold this part of myself back. I needed to control something.

Dieter groaned and did as told. Very eagerly as well. His hair was strewn all over his head and his face flushed. He looked so pretty like this. I can't wait to see how he looks with my dick in his mouth.

His hands went to my waistband and pulled them down just enough for my dick to pop out and slap against me. I swore I could see a bit of drool coming from the side of his mouth as he eyed my thickness. His eyes filled with nothing but pure animalistic lust.

"Open your mouth." I threaded my fingers in his hair and gripped tightly. And I roughly tipped his head back. Dieter's mouth was wide open, eyes hooded and from the bulge in his sweats, hard as a fucking rock.

"If I'm too rough, tell me to stop." Dieter nodded at my words, but I had a feeling he liked it rough. I slowly slid my dick into his sweet mouth. And I let out the most crude sound.

His warmth on top of his wetness made my thighs clench to try and control myself. Dieter let out a deep moan as I filled him. My dick was thick and long in size and Dieter was taking it so easily. Part of me wondered if he's done this before and if so with who? And how many fucking times.

I know I shouldn't be thinking about it right now, but I was. And it was fueling my anger. So much so that I pushed in without giving him time to adjust. I hit the back of his throat and he didn't gag or flinch. Fucking hell. He has done this before.

I gritted my teeth as I pulled out of him and rammed myself back into his mouth. Dieter was gripping my thighs tightly, his eyes burning into mine. Groan after groan slipped from my mouth as I watched saliva drip out the corners of his lips.

He moaned after every thrust and it pushed me to go harder, do more. And to make sure I was the only fucking dick he'd remember.

The only sounds that could be heard were the wet noises of Dieter's saliva and our collective groans. It was fucking hot.

I felt my balls draw up, as my climax was near. I bit my lip as I continued my rampant pace.

"Dieter, I'm gonna c—"

My eyes rolled back as I shot my ropes into his mouth. Dieter let out a deep groan as he swallowed each drop. He began bobbing his head as I came, milking me fucking dry. I looked down and he had a blissed-out look on his face. And from what I could from his gray sweats, a giant wet spot. Had he cum just from sucking me off?

I pulled out of him and I gently cupped his face. He still had traces of cum on the corner of his mouth, his chin was covered his chin. His eyes were barely open and his cheeks were bright red. He looked so pretty like this. I wanted to take a picture.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, running my thumb over his jaw.

"I'm perfect." He spoke as he stood up and met my lips.

I could taste myself on him and I moaned at it. But he pulled away all too soon. He leaned his forehead against mine and we stood there. I know I shouldn't ask...but my curiosity is getting the best of me.

"You took me like it was easy for you."

"I knew you were going to say that." He sighed and chuckled lightly. I met his eyes and he took a deep breath. "Go ahead, ask me what you want to know."

"How many dicks have you sucked?" I blurted out. I knew there could have been a better way, but I didn't care. Dieter just laughed at my abruptness.

"Five."

"How many guys have you slept with?"

"Five."

"How many girls?"

"Three." So he liked guys more than girls, Well that makes me feel slightly better. But I guess I wasn't hiding it well.

"Why are you pouting, baby?" He asked me, pulling me impossibly closer to his body.

"That's a lot of dicks."

"Baby, come on..."

"You know it is." I hugged and rolled my eyes.

"Well, how many people have you been with?" Fuck, I should have known he was going to ask me this.

"Three." Dieter's eyes went wide as the number left my mouth. "And a half."

"A half?" He said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yeah, just third base, and it was when I was in high school." I shrugged.

"Oh well if we are counting halves..." I moved my hand to cover his mouth knowing it was going to be a lot more than I want to hear right now.

"Nope shh!" He chuckled deeply and I moved my hand away from his mouth.

"Is it anyone I know?" I stilled and broke eye contact with him. How did I know he was going to ask me this question? "Who was it?"

"Umm..." William was rolling his eyes at me and the fact that I had even brought this up. "You only know one." My voice faltered, I knew telling him who it was wouldn't be good. "It was Rena."

"I see." There was a flair of jealousy that was swimming in his eyes. It was too evident to ignore. Why did I have to open up my stupid mouth? "It was a long time ago. Plus it's not like I've had bunch of dicks in my mouth." I scoffed teasing him.

Dieter's eyes went back to their playful nature and I almost let out a sigh of relief.

"Babe, I'm 28, I've been around. Also not to damper the mood but I didn't think I'd ever have a mate so there was no reason to wait." Well shit. That's a good fucking reason.

"If you must know, you're the biggest, thickest, and tastiest one." He leaned forward and set a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I better be." I let out a gasp as Dieter's hand went and cupped my soft dick which was still very sensitive.

"You want me to get back on my knees and show you how much I want you? Cause I'll do it. I'll keep you in my mouth for the rest of the time I'm here if that's what you want."

Holy...hell.