“Yes. That’s a good word. Also, there’s the word: bond.”
He blinked several times as he processed what I’d just said. It was hard to talk about these things so soon. And yet, after everything we’d shared, it wasn’t too soon. I’d never been that intimate in the way it had been for us last night with anyone else.
“I like that word.Bond.” He said every word of that sentence, carefully watching for my reaction.
My laptop was sitting on the coffee table. I quickly grabbed it up and opened it, much to Dale’s shocked expression.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I held up my hand for him to be patient. I quickly brought up a search page and typed in my request.
HUMAN KNOTTING.
I read the quick entry,which was followed by longer, more complex articles explaining about it in more detail, then turned the screen to let him read it.
Normally,human alphas do not knot. This does not mean they never produce a knot. But the event is a rare occurrence and usually only happens between two compatible mates. In shifter culture, knotting is much more common and can happen frequently for alphas even during casual sex. For humans, this is not the case.
Knotting is a precursor to a breeding event and is part of selective evolution to ensure the species continues. When an alpha knots an omega shifter or omega human it is to ensure the spread of the sperm is a continuous flow to reach deeper places inside the omega. If the omega is in heat and has produced an egg it is almost certain that egg will be fertilized through this procedure.
Dale looked up at me.His eyes were shining and bright. “Does this mean we're compatible mates?”
I leaned toward him, starting to laugh, and brushed my forehead against his before I kissed him thoroughly on the mouth. “What do you think?”
The computer was between us. It fell to the side as we tumbled together off the couch and almost crashed into the coffee table. We were still in our robes, but I managed to get my bare legs parted between the opening to my robe, exposing myself in the process. Dale knelt over me, his now hungry gaze moving down.
Heats were great but could be embarrassing. I never really lost my erections during them, even in sleep. I had to wear padded underwear to catch the slick.
My robe was thick, so I’d been safe from making a mess on the couch, but now it was wet and when I lifted my hips everything was sticky. I made a face.
“What’s that for?” Dale ran his hands up my thighs.
“Sticky.”
“That’s because you need me.”
“I do.”
Dale pushed the coffee table aside and bent to me. I ran my hands up his robe, untying the sash, parting it. His cock jutted free. Seeing it caused more slick to slip from my hole.
“We’re doing this right here, right now?” I asked.
“Yep. Right here.”
“Can we move over to the rug?” There was a soft rug right by the hearth.
He nodded, giving me a wink, and pulled me up into his arms so I was practically sitting in his lap. His cock brushed my forearm as he lifted me to the rug, sliding himself over to follow. He lay me back gently. Our cocks touched as he bent to kiss me.
Dale was all about the kissing. I was right on board with that. His kisses were intimate and sweet, always making me thirst for more. I ran my fingers through his soft hair, encouraging the act.
Dale’s hand went between us, fingering my hole.
I lifted my hips. “I’m ready for you.”
“I see that.”
He lined up. Our bodies had quickly learned each other so well that we barely needed to verbally communicate anything else to join together. I lifted my hips. He pushed forward. And his cock slid in.
Every pleasure center lit up like Christmas lights, which was appropriate for today. The ceiling spun. Blurred. I was back on Planet Bliss as Dale began to thrust. I didn’t care that we were on the floor. Or that the fire beside us was ash and sparks. I didn’t feel cold. I’d been flaming hot since last night; my needy hormones made sure of it.
