“Jamie! Oh god! Oh god!Oh god!”
He groans with his own pleasure. “You’re taking me so good, baby.”
“Jamie!”
“That’s it. Good girl.”
“Jamie?” This time there’s a little bit of panic in my voice. “Are you getting bigger?”
He pulls me up so I’m flush to his chest and wraps his arms around me. “It’s alright, Rae. You’re doing great. Just keep relaxing for me, okay?”
After the third wave of relentless clenching and overwhelming pleasure, my body has no choice. I’m limp in Jamie’s arms, but he’s holding me tight enough to support my weight.
He groans again as he fills me. His cock swells to what feels like twice its size, but I remind myself it’s just the base. We’re officially locked together, and as Jamie continues to rotate his hips and utter the final notes of his orgasm against the back of my neck, I find I don’t mind the sensation.
It’s just slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time it feels…good.
We’re both still on our knees as we come down from our high. I’m sore and over stimulated but the fullness of him locked inside me makes it easier to manage. Carefully, he guides us onto the bed so we’re lying on our sides with him behind me.He brushes my hair from my face and kisses the back of my shoulder.
“So that’s it?”
He chuckles against my shoulder blade. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“No, I mean—” I struggle to find the words. “It’s not so bad—the whole penis-swelling thing.”
“It’s called knotting,” he corrects, playfully. “But I’m glad to hear it.”
We settle into a comfortable silence, and as I listen to the sound of his breathing, I realize there's something we still need to say. “Hey Jamie.”
“Yes, Raegan?” he answers sleepily.
“I love you.”
He smiles against my back and pulls me tighter against him. “I love you, too.”
Epilogue
TWO MONTHS LATER
“What do you think the chances are of me finding my mate if I walked into that camp right now?”
I give Joanna a once over from where I’m sitting in the passenger seat right as she parks her car in front of the entrance. She’s wearing a T-shirt with a graphic of a chicken nugget dancing on a stripper pole.
“Take that shirt off, and I’d say it’s pretty good.”
We both whip our heads to the back seat where Jamie is texting absentmindedly.
“Don’t say that!” I scold, playfully slapping his knee.
Joanna raises one eyebrow. “If he thinks it would work.”
I scowl.
“Only because that shirt is ridiculous,” he says. “No one will take you seriously.”
Joannahumphs. “Nevermind.”
Jamie shoves his phone into his pocket and leans forward to rest his chin on my shoulder. “Layton said his niece pretty much has the run of the place already.”
