My animalistic alpha instincts took their fill of Ashe's hole. Unimaginable pleasure coursed through my body, setting it on fire. We were soaked with sweat and smelled only like each other. It felt dirty and I loved it.
A bear-like roar erupted out of me as my knot finally popped inside Ashe. His wet, velvety walls constricted around me. I knew he felt my knot by the way his eyes flew open. He let out a silent cry that turned loud a second later. He didn't hold anything back. He let the whole underground know how good this sex was.
"Yes, yes, yes," Ashe cried, noisier with each repetition. "Fuck me, Bear, breed me."
A shudder ripped down my spine. My balls ached with the need to blow my load. I imagined Ashe spent and happily exhausted while overflowing with my seed. The mental image sent another lightning bolt of pleasure through me.
And the thought of him pregnant with my baby, his belly all beautifully swollen...
I gritted my teeth. The wave of hot pleasure was building too fast. Soon I wouldn't be able to hold it back.
Ashe seemed to know it. He met my gaze. His cheeks were the deepest pink I'd ever seen them, and his eyes were glazed dark with lust.
"Cum inside me," he ordered.
My knot throbbed. My balls felt heavier than lead.
"I want to be stuffed with your cock, with your cum. I want to feel every last drop. Come, Bear."
Fuck.
The orgasm ripped through me like a storm. A massive, primal roar echoed through the hollow and my circuits were too fried with pleasure to realize until a moment later that the sound was coming from me. I gripped Ashe hard as I emptied my balls, unloading everything I had into him. He was crying out with pleasure, too, as his body jerked and twitched. Streaks of white from his own cock painted his belly.
Exhaustion hit me like a brick. I let out a shaky breath, then caught myself before I fell on top of Ashe. He was sprawled out against the cool earth, eyes-half lidded and panting. Damp strands of hair clung to his forehead and his freckles looked like twilight stars on the pink dusting across his cheeks.
Ashe caught my eyes and smiled slowly. He looked as tired as I felt, but he was glowing with joy. A warm, fond feeling spread through my chest.
"I love you."
I signed the phrase before I realized what I was doing. As I finished the statement, I glanced down at my hand, as if it moved on its own. It was trembling.
A beaming smile lit up Ashe's face. "I love you, too."
The longer I held his gaze, the giddier I felt.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
Ashe knew I was referring to his heat. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. "Better. I don't feel like I'm on fire anymore." He looked down at his cock, which had finally gone soft. "I guess it’s over?"
I swallowed the hopeful yet anxious lump in my throat. If his heat ended so soon after starting, that only meant one thing.
Ashe had the same thought. His gaze slid down to his flat stomach. He placed his hand over it. When he lingered, I reached out and linked our fingers together on top of his belly.
"So... we might be having a baby, huh?" he asked, letting out a soft laugh.
I smiled back. I leaned in to touch our foreheads together and nuzzled him.
"I hope so."
A baby. If Ashe was pregnant, that meant I was going to be a father. I was filled with a flickering mix of nervous energy and excitement.
But right now, I was too exhausted to pay much attention to any emotion other than my love for Ashe. I laid beside him as the big spoon, cradling him against me. I buried my nose in his hair and took deep drags of his scent. His skin was comfortably warm, no longer burning to the touch.
I was exhausted. My lashes fluttered closed of their own will, refusing to stay open.
Ashe chuckled. "Tired, Bear?"
I nodded against him.
