Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 157: _ ERROR!

Chapter 158

Kylo’s voice shattered the tense silence in the room. "Fergus? What are you doing in my wardrobe?"

Fergus whipped around, the stolen clothes clutched in his hands. He didn’t expect that Kylo would be back so soon. Hell, he wasn’t done with his task. He was yet to dispose of the goddamn bones!

He hated it when things got heaty and his plans did not fall into place.

"Just, uh," he stammered, forcing a charming smile, "borrowing something to wear. You know, a change is as good as a rest, wouldn’t you agree?"

Kylo tilted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion. "But why can’t you wear your own clothes?"

Fergus clicked his tongue with a playful smile still plastered on his face. He sidled closer to Kylo, invading his personal space.

He could practically hear Kylo’s breathing stiffened. He must have sensed it too; that there was a change in the aura of this form. He might look like Cullen in appearance but his powers were sometimes, beyond him.

When he got charmingly serious like that, he just couldn’t help but exude his ancient aura.

Yet, Kylo stood his ground – brave lad. Fergus then extended his hand until a finger trailed along Kylo’s cheek in a gesture that sent a jolt of electricity through him.

"Did you have a little too much to do last night, Kylo? Short-term memory loss, perhaps? Did what happened last night cause you to forget about the burning houses, the attack, and the certain fact that I no longer have CLOTHES, Kylo?" Fergus purred, licking his bottom lip in a bid to seduce Kylo.

Also, he wanted to know if anything did indeed happen between those two. It wouldn’t serve any purpose but he was a lover of a good gist. It would be very well satisfactory if the so-good Kylo had his ugly side too

Kylo swatted his hand away and the confusion in his face deepened. "What are you talking about? What happened last night?"

No, no. Kylo couldn’t be so upright. Something must have happened between Cullen and him last night. It was obvious how much obsessed with Kylo Cullen was. Or perhaps, was the idiot all talk and no play?

Did he not know how to seduce the Gamma’s son properly?

A flicker of something dark passed through Fergus’ eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. "Oh, you know," he drawled, leaning in again, "we enjoyed each other’s company... in bed."

Kylo recoiled with widened eyes and his cheeks burned in indignation. "Enjoyed each other’s company in bed? In what way?"

"Well," Fergus smirked, "let’s just say it was a night to remember. Surely you haven’t forgotten already, my love?"

"You’re delusional, Cullen. Maybe you need reminding," Kylo snapped. "I did not, in any way, reciprocate your advances last night. You did all you could, but I am a gentleman and I pushed you away."

Fergus’ smile wavered for a moment. So the foolish Cullen had not even successfully gotten into Kylo’s pants. He was just so freaking annoying. Fergus had never been so glad about killing someone and taking their form.

At least, he would use the advantages of this body well and get everything— everything he wanted which was quite a few things; all that Rhett had.

Isleen, Kylo– he would sleep with the both of them... the two people Rhett loved the most just to show him that he wasn’t as great as he thought he was.

"Is that so?" he recovered quickly and cleared his throat sheepishly.

But Fergus couldn’t help but notice the way Kylo’s gaze lingered on his bare chest, the way his pupils dilated. Perhaps, Cullen’s efforts weren’t in total vain. It meant he had been able to penetrate even if it was just a little bit of Kylo.

It meant Kylo wasn’t as upright as he made himself out to be but was making strenuous efforts to remain so. All he needed to do was say the right things and touch the right places.

Since taking Cullen’s body meant proceeding with his actual mission, breaking Kylo should be easier. Cullen, as dumb and provoking as he was, had set a path for him that he must follow.

He must try to get Kylo to sleep with him one of these days.

And thus, he pushed Kylo onto the bed and began to crawl beneath him like a serpent.

"What are you doing?" Kylo demanded, pushing Fergus off him a little too aggressively.

Fergus landed with a soft thud that caused him to chuckle amusingly. He loved himself a good wild romance.

As he chuckled, the playful glint came back in his eyes. "But Kylo, my love, we had a deal, didn’t we?" He teased and attempted to crawl atop Kylo once more.

"The deal is off," Kylo gritted out, pushing Fergus off him with strength. "Do I need to remind you that I said no? Isleen is living here now. I can keep an eye on her myself. I don’t need your help anymore."

oops. It seemed that good boy Kylo wasn’t so good after all. Did he just try to dump Cullen as soon as it got convenient?

Yet, these creatures– these beasts would damn his kind just because they were open with their demons, not hide it in an upright facade like them.

Fergus feigned a hurt expression, batting his eyelashes dramatically. "Oh, Kylo, must you break my heart so soon?"

Kylo ignored the theatrics, his hand rubbing his temples. "Look, Cullen," he said, probably regretting ever striking such a deal with him at all. "I’m not gay. Don’t try to force yourself on me."

Well, everyone was gay! Or perhaps, everyone could be... Fergus relished every moment of this. He loved himself a good seduction. Everything that he had come to enjoy so far ever since the beginning of this mission, Rhett had provided him with.

He and Kylo would have a good time killing Rhett when it was time.

As Fergus opened his mouth to speak, Kylo cut him off with a finger. He sniffed the air while his expression tightened. "Do you smell that?"

Great, just great. Kylo was smelling his blunder. He needed to get those bones out of the house as soon as possible. Imagine Rhett just walked in right at this moment, he would be as good as caught.

Kylo was much more easy to fool. If he already wasn’t a fool.

He tilted his head, stroking his torso. "Smell what?" he grinned at Kylo from ear to ear.

"Wolf blood," Kylo said, his gaze fixed on Fergus. "Something smells strongly of wolf blood."

Fergus cursed under his breath. He had to think fast. "Well, Kylo," he said, trying to sound casual, "we’re both werewolves, right? It’s probably just our own scent, dummy."

Kylo shook his head, his frown deepening. "No, this is different. This smells like spilled blood, fresh blood."

Panic clawed at Fergus’ throat. He couldn’t let Kylo discover his secret. He needed to do something to divert the fool’s attention. Thinking quickly, he pulled Kylo close– the only thing that he knew made Kylo cringe so much that he could forget all else.

"You’re being paranoid, Kylo," he said, hoping to distract him. "Relax, everything’s fine."

Kylo pushed him away with narrowed eyes. "Whatever," he muttered. "Where are Isleen and Lupe?"

"Gone to the market," Fergus blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

Well, they did go to the market. The thing was, he was tired of this conversation with Kylo. He wanted to go complete his task with immediate effect.

"And Liam?"

Dead; Fergus replied internally. Liam had always been dead, you fools.

"Sleeping," He let out instead, forcing a yawn.

Kylo grunted in response and began to undress.

Oh, Lala...

That was exactly what Fergus liked to see. He watched him with interest, taking in every detail of the body of this naive Gamma’s son. Just as Kylo was about to step out of his underwear, he seemed to have a sudden change of heart upon seeing how intensely he was under Fergus’s scrutiny.

He snatched a towel and covered his torso before rushing into the bathroom.

Phew!

Fergus seized the opportunity. He scrambled into the clothes he had stolen from Kylo’s closet, feeling the fabric itching against his skin. He sprinted to the main bathroom, grabbed the bag containing Cullen’s bones, and headed out to complete his task.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t encounter any of those darn wolves on his way, asking him questions. Well, if he did, there was no situation that he could not charm himself out of.

Fergus whipped around, the stolen clothes clutched in his hands. He didn’t expect that Kylo would be back so soon. Hell, he wasn’t done with his task. He was yet to dispose of the goddamn bones!

He hated it when things got heaty and his plans did not fall into place.

"Just, uh," he stammered, forcing a charming smile, "borrowing something to wear. You know, a change is as good as a rest, wouldn’t you agree?"

Kylo tilted his head, his brow furrowing in confusion. "But why can’t you wear your own clothes?"