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Killian curledup on the bed he shared with Crush, his legs pulled up on either side of him. “This is hard,” he whined. “Why is my belly so big already?”
He couldn’t see his cock, and the tiny hand mirror was not helping. He set it down and used his phone camera instead, pointing the selfie cam between his legs.
Carefully, he wrote the letters on his skin. There were already several of those same letters all over him, and he had left the most difficult spot for last.
Then, finally, it was done.
Killian flopped onto the bed, panting and sweating.
“Sweetheart?” A quick knock on the door. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so tired,” Killian said, capping the body marker before ink got onto the sheets.
“Want to let me help?”
“I’m done! Well, mostly done. I gotta clean up.”
“You’ve been in there for two hours,” Crush said, sounding concerned. “Let me do the cleanup.”
“No! It’s supposed to be a present!”
“Yeah? What kind of present?” Now the alpha sounded curious.
“Um... a big present?” Killian flapped his hand between his legs, hoping it dried the ink more quickly. He shuffled off the tall bed and headed over to the laundry hamper, where he had left one of Crush’s T-shirts. It smelled strongly of Crush’s musk and forest scent.
It also smelled like a predator, but these days, Killian wasveryused to the scent of wolf all over him.
Killian wriggled into the T-shirt. Then he picked up the biggest, most beautiful dill frond he had found in his garden, and tucked it between his asscheeks.
To finish off the surprise, he pulled down the shirt, hiding his ass.
The dill frond almost fell out when he walked. He stuffed it back between his cheeks and waddled over to the door, opening it.
Crush stood on the other side, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Killian drew a deep breath. “Once upon a time, your mouth and my mouth connected to form a tunnel between our bodies. But it wasn’t just any tunnel; it was a tunnel of love and bodily fluids. It was a tunnel where sea monsters lashed at each other to become the Parasite Supreme. Then they bred each other to make tongue babies, and now you and I have also made babies in the tunnel of my butt.”
Crush stared. His mouth curved into a delighted grin. “Is that a pickup line, sweetheart?”
Killian nodded, his face red. “You wanted one.”
“I did?” Crush opened his mouth, but forgot to speak when his gaze drifted down the rest of Killian. He froze. “Did you just...?”
Carefully, Crush cupped Killian’s face and tipped his head back. Down Killian’s throat, written in purple ink, was “Crush” on repeat. Those words disappeared beneath the baggy shirt and continued down Killian’s arms; they were all over his legs too.
“Sweetheart,” Crush whispered, suddenly breathless.
Killian beamed. “Surprise?”
“Is it under my shirt, too?” Crush growled, his voice rough. His pupils were dilating, his scent growing musky.
Killian wriggled. “You’ll have to see it for yourself.”
Crush snarled and swept Killian off his feet, carrying him over to the bed. Despite his brutish behavior, he set Killian down gently, facing him, and lifted the shirt.
