he wasn't exactly gay

Koala

Waking up in Vincent's room was a feeling I never want to forget, the room smelt of sex and Jerome's scent.

I took a moment to remember how I had fallen asleep.

Right, I had passed out right after Vincent fucked me to completion.

I sighed and mentally scolded myself. How was I supposed to not fall for Vincent when I end up in his room every time.

"Koala." Vincent called, I turned my head to look at him. He was sitting on the bed staring at me. Had he been watching me sleep?

"You know, the way you're looking at me is creepy."

"I'm sorry if admiring my mate is creepy."

"You don't sound sorry at all."

"You know, seeing you in my bed looking so peaceful looks so unbelievable, I never expected to have a man as my mate."

I flinched, what did he mean man?

I didn't realize I said it out loud until he answered me.

"I'm not gay, so I just expected a female."

The way I rushed to stand up from the bed would have been funny. I had actually been amused.

"You're not gay?"

"Of course not, I'm not gay."

"Then how.... why....what?"

He laughed even though I didn't find my lack of actually being able to make a full sentence amusing.

"Why are you freaking out?"

Jesus, what foolish question was he asking me? How could he be straight and still....was I an experiment? Or did he just accept me because I was his true mate and we only got one? He didn't want me, he was straight, I am just convenient.

"You are not gay?" I asked, the bliss I experienced just a mime ago evaporating.

"I'm not gay, but I know how it works." He answered.

"You know how it works?" I repeated.

"Yeah, I've experimented, and I know things."

"Oh my God." I exclaimed. I was just a convenience.

"What happened?" His smile was gone and he was now frowning.

I thought he wanted me, I thought he liked me but it was just the mating bond, it was just the bond. I came down from the bed.

"Hey what's wrong?" He tried touching me but I moved away.

"I need to go." I snapped, bending to look for my clothes.

"Hey, koala what did I do? Did I say something wrong?"

"No you didn't," I answered, assuring him. "I just need to go, like, right now."

"Koala wait." He caught my hand before I was able to pick up my trousers.

"Please tell me what I did"

"You didn't do anything."

"But you look angry."

"I'm not angry." I snapped, I should have thought with my head and not the thing in my chest, look what I've gotten myself into, I claimed someone who didn't want me as a mate but accepted it because it was fate.

I had expectations, but I was wrong.

What had I gotten myself into.

"Koala, I won't let you go without an explanation."

"You didn't want me." I blurted, "you expected a woman".

"But I never said I didn't want you, I just wasn't expecting you, did you think if I had even a single twinge of doubt and remorse I would have claimed you without hesitation? I claimed you, Koala, because I wanted to, not because I was resigned to fate, I'd choose you over any woman any time of day."

But would he really? When he sees my beast, would he really think the same? Won't his view of me change?

"I can still see the doubt on your face, do we really have to put a label on my sexuality?"

I wanted proof, that he wanted me, that he would want me even after he saw who I truly was.

"You want to know what I am right?"

He didn't hesitate, "yes, but not because you want proof that I'd still want you."

"It's not because of that." I lied, "I just want to show you."

He stared into my eyes for a moment, I averted my gaze, feeling like he could see the truth in my eyes when I didn't want him to.

He sighed. "Show me."

I watched him carefully assessing the look in his eyes as I gave way to my beast.

My skin turned scaly, my hands turned to tentacles, my body grew in size and height, my legs turned to giant hooves, my body was that of a goat from waist below, my head grew horns.

I towered over Vincent. I knew what I looked like, terrifying but Vincent didn't have the look of fear, disgust, or horror I was expecting.

He looked curious and awed.

" Show me your tongue." My beast preened, I opened my mouth and my tongue slid out.

"Oh." Vincent sounded breathless. "You have a very lengthy tongue."

He had a faraway look in his eyes and I immediately knew he was imagining what I could do with my tongue.

"You still look humanoid, what are you exactly?"

My beast was disappointed, our mate doesn't know what I am.

"I'm a Sehirah."

Vincent appeared shocked. "You can talk?"

I could, but my voice sounded rumbly and inhuman.

"I can do a lot of things,'' I answered." Hitting him playfully with my tentacle arms.

Vincent flinched and immediately redrew back.

"I'm sorry, " he quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to move away, I just wasn't expecting it. Can I." He sought permission to touch me. I nodded, stiffening and at the same time waiting expectantly.

This was going to be the first time someone was going to touch me without the reason being the fact that I wanted to eat them, well, eat their life source.

"Your skin is so smooth even though it looks scaly, it's like you're a mix of two animals"

Oh, tell me about it. Vincent trailed his hand on my left tentacle, I shuddered at the feeling of his warm fingers caressing me.

He's not running, he's not afraid of me, he's touching me. What more proof do I need?