Only desire remained. I grabbed his hips and wrapped my legs around his thighs, rocking against him. “Please.”
“Mm, in time.” He kissed his way down my body, so painfully slow that I pushed on his shoulders.
“C’mon, Des. You don’t have to go through all this. I’m already slick for you. Please, fuck me already.”
His smile curved higher on one side as his eyes sparkled. “I like when you’re needy like this, but I’m not done with you yet.”
I whimpered as he kneeled between my legs, lifting them up over his shoulders. “See how wet I am for you?”
He ran his thumb around my fleshy hole. “I can feel it, see it, and smell you. It’s all for me.”
I saw the flash of fangs in his mouth before he buried his head between my legs and plunged his tongue past my tight hole.
Gripping the bed sheets, I moaned and closed my eyes tight. Stars danced behind my eyes as he licked and teased. So torturous.
When he lowered my hips, I was glad for the brief break before he lined up his tip to my opening and plunged deep inside.
Lightning shot up my back and my whole body tensed. I grabbed his back, digging my fingernails into his skin. Such a concentrated feeling, I didn’t know whether it was pain or pleasure.
As he began to rock in and out, the sensations heightened. My head pulsed, the pleasure so sharp, I expected my brain to explode.
“Do you like this, omega?”
I couldn’t talk, only nodded, and was positive his fangs were elongated, ready to mark me as his mate. I tilted my head to the side, hoping the exposed skin of my neck would attract his attention.
He sucked in a breath. “All that bare flesh for me to leave my mark.” His words were slurred with the length of his fangs. “I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes,” I hissed, pulling him onto me. With the sharp pinch of his teeth puncturing my skin, I cried out yet held him tight against me. Fire shot through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. My release exploded between us, and my brain short-circuited, “mate” the only word on my mind.
When I was able to form thoughts again, Desmond plunged in and out of me with a wild frenzy in his eyes. My blood was on his teeth and dripping down his chin. With a hard thrust, he howled, sending his seed deep inside me.
Panting hard, he glanced down at me and ran his thumb over my cheek. “My beautiful mate.” Then he stilled, his eyes going wide. “I’ve knotted in you. I’m sorry. I know we discussed having children, but I didn’t think to use a condom this time. And now I’m stuck in you.”
“It’s okay. I’m still on suppressants.” I had gotten my last shot not too long beforehand. Or had I? I tried to recall getting one since the new year but couldn’t. “Okay, maybe not, but whatever happens, we’ll get through it.” Needing more contact,I pulled him down on me. The skin-to-skin contact filled my heart. I loved my mate more than I ever thought it was possible to have that kind of affection for someone. No matter what happened next in our lives, I never expected that to waver.
After Desmond’s knot went down, we cleaned up and started unpacking boxes. We wanted to get as much done as we could before we drove to my parents’ house and greeted my family as a newly mated couple.
Chapter Eighteen
Desmond
After parking my car on the cold, wet street and grabbing the umbrella from the back seat, I darted out into the November rain. Just as quickly, I dashed inside Good Neighbor House. I refused to let my very pregnant mate take the bus home when he was already three days overdue, regardless of the weather.
Kane got pregnant the day I claimed him as mine. Not planned but a welcome surprise. The only problem was that his due date happened to fall the week before the Harvest Celebration. With all the work still to do for the upcoming Christmas Food and Toy drive at the charity, Kane refused to take leave until the actual holiday. Rechie had hired two part-timers and a co-op student to fill his shoes while he was on parental leave. Still, he had a hard time leaving it all to them, not wanting anyone to go without over the Christmas season.
I waved to Cynthia and Rechie, along with the co-op student, Marshall. “Hi. Happy Harvest Season! Where’s Kane?”
“In the bathroom.” Cynthia pointed her thumb over her shoulder. “He was standing here waiting for you then suddenly rushed in there.”
Rechie chuckled. “Baby must have kicked his bladder. I remember those days.”
Marshall held his stomach and winced.
“What are you all doing for the Harvest Celebration?” I decided to make small talk while waiting for my mate. “Any big plans?”
“Going to my sister’s,” Rechie said. “The family knows I don’t have time to do holiday dinners, so they all take turns hosting.”
Marshall shrugged. “I think we’re hosting my father’s family. Both my dads have been busy cleaning the house. Makes me glad I’m here and not there.”
