"Oh,"was Quinn's tiny response. "I was thinking more along the lines of getting you a cold compress, or some water, or..."
Quinn was horny, same as me. No doubt about that. But the fact that he was holding himself back for my sake was sweet as hell. He kept finding new ways to surprise me. Would any other alpha be able to control himself standing a foot away from an omega in heat? I didn't think so.
Were hormones part of it? Of course. It'd be stupid to think they weren't. But I wanted this even before my heat hit me like a semi-truck carrying a fuckton of lube.
Speaking of lube, my body's natural lubrication was rubbing against the ledge I was sitting on and it was uncomfortable. I desperately needed something that wasn't arockup my ass.
"You probably already know this," Quinn said as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. "But, uh, wild shifters don't have condoms. So we wouldn't be able to, um, prevent pregnancy."
I snorted. "Who said I want that?"
Quinn's eyes widened as the meaning of my words dawned on him. "You... you want kids?"
"What, just because I'm a hardass who swears a lot, you think I don't want a family? C'mon, Quinn. You know me better than that by now."
He laughed in relief. "Just making sure we're on the same page."
"We're fated mates, right? Doesn't that mean we're always on the same page?"
He beamed. He seemed to really like it when I said that. "Right."
"Now come on," I ordered. "This heat is killing me. Both the horninessandbeing baked under the sun."
We were close to the cave we'd slept in the night prior, and since it was the only private place nearby—we didn't need the whole mountain to see our asses, thank you very much—I grabbed Quinn and led him there.
As soon as we were inside, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately. His little yelp of surprise dissolved into a moan. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands roaming my body. I gripped his hair and moved his head to the side so I could kiss the soft flesh of his neck. Quinn was practically purring. Did foxes even purr? Well, he was doing it.
"Didn't know omegas could be so rough," Quinn teased.
I grazed my teeth along his neck. "Didn't know alphas could be such mewling little bottoms."
That made him laugh. I grinned.
"Will you admit that—" Quinn shuddered as I ran my tongue along his collarbone. "Not all alphas are bad?"
"Maybe," I teased. "What's in it for me?"
Quinn let out a breathy laugh. "The satisfaction of evolving as a person?"
"How about this?" I traced my fingers around Quinn's nipples. "I judge people based on their actions instead ofwhatthey are?"
He shivered beneath my touch. "That sounds like a fair compromise," he said breathlessly.
"Good." I kissed his lips. "Now are we done with all the personal growth? I want to fuck. And get pregnant."
Quinn's smile lit up the cave. "Ready when you are."
As soon as he gave me the word, I grabbed Quinn by the hips and lifted him up against the wall. He squeaked but didn't struggle.
"Hike your legs over my shoulders," I ordered.
"Okay... You're not gonna drop me, are you?"
"Never."
When he was in position, I was face to face with his cock. It was hard and throbbing from all the time spent neglected in the presence of my heat scent. I licked my lips.
Quinn's voice rose. "You're not really going to—oh, you are. Okay."
