“I know,” he said quietly. “I’ve known.”
I brushed my thumb along his jaw and held his gaze.
“Once we cross this,” I told him, “There’s no going back. You stay, you’re choosing me. All of it.”
He swallowed, then nodded. “I’m not leaving.”
The words landed heavy. Final.
“Say it,” I asked.
His voice didn’t shake. “I choose you.”
With a growl low in my throat, I yanked at his pants, shoving them down his thighs along with mine. And our shirts followed. Fabric tore slightly in my haste, but I didn't care. Hisass was bare now, slick already, warm and ready for me, coating my fingers as I positioned myself. Kellan gasped, nodding frantically, his hands clutching my shoulders. His eyes on me burning with need but the look in them fierce and unwavering.
I thrust into him in one brutal motion, burying my cock to the hilt in his tight hole. He cried out, his nails digging into my skin, but he pushed back against me, meeting every inch. No teasing, no buildup, just raw, frantic need driving me deeper. I pounded into him, the bed creaking under us as our bodies slapped together. His walls clenched around me, pulling me in, syncing with my rhythm like we'd been made for this.
Sweat slicked our skin, his moans filling the air as I fucked him harder, claiming every part of him. My knot began to swell at the base of my cock, the pressure building with each thrust. Kellan's scent shifted, aligning with mine, musk and spice blending into something new, permanent. It washed over me, comforting and grounding, an unmistakable mark that he was mine.
“You know now I'll never let you go,” I rasped, my voice rough as I slammed into him again, the knot catching at his entrance.
He locked eyes with me, breathless. “I’ll hold you to it.”
Those words shattered the last barrier. With a final, deep thrust, my knot locked inside him, swelling fully to seal us together. His body shuddered, hormones flooding through us both, synchronizing in a rush that made my vision blur. Our heartbeats aligned, breaths matching, every pulse of pleasure shared. His ass milked my cock, drawing out my release as I came hard, flooding him with cum that bound us together.
We were stuck, knotted tight, his body trembling against mine as the bond took hold. Our scents harmonized now, intertwined forever.
“There can be no doubt you're mine now.” I leaned my forehead to his as my breath steadied.
“You’re mine. And from this moment on, no one gets to touch you without going through me.”
“I love you.”
Kellan’s throat worked. But he didn’t look away.
“I love you too,” he said. “I didn’t know what it was supposed to feel like until you.”
18
KELLAN
Lockdouble-checked the address like the clinic might’ve moved overnight.
I watched him from the passenger seat, amused, but I had to admit the nerves were buzzing in my chest. He’d already slowed down twice on the same block, his eyes scanning signs, mirrors, people, because, he was doing a perimeter check instead of dropping his boyfriend off for his first day of work.
“You know,” I said, “it’s not a stakeout.”
He shot me a look. “You say that now.”
I smiled despite myself.
The clinic came into view, it was a small brick building, with a cheerful mural painted along one side, a little playground out back. Nothing intimidating. Nothing dangerous. Just… normal. Exactly what I’d wanted for so long.
Lock pulled into a spot and killed the engine. For a second, neither of us moved.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just… first day jitters.”
