At least his morning wood isn’t poking into my back,Killian thought, blushing hotly.That would be so awkward.
But he didn’t feel Crush’s soft cock against his thigh, either. Why? Where was Crush’s cock?
Killian shifted ever so slightly, trying to figure it out.
The movement made friction draginside him.
He froze. He clenched his muscles, only to realize there was something big and thick in his ass.
I’m not gonna take my cock out at all tonight. What Iwilldo is knot you and fuck you, and knot you again. Give you so many loads, you’ll look pregnant.
“Oh gods,” Killian breathed, blushing to the tips of his ears. Crush had kept his promise. And Killian had gotten so usedto Crush’s presence inside him, it didn’t even register when he woke up. “How is this my life?”
And how was Crush still asleep?
Killian wracked his brain, riffling through his memories from yesterday—the murder attempt, the car chase, the attack on the cabin. Crush had come to Killian’s rescue. He had stuck with Killian through everything without complaint. And he had touched Killian, made Killian come so many times that they had to have broken some kind of record.
OfcourseCrush was exhausted. He had to get all the sleep he needed.
Just that Killian’s bladder twinged.I need to pee really badly.
The good news: Crush’s knot had gone down.
The bad news: If Killian wasn’t careful, he would wake Crush by getting out from under him.
Carefully, he lifted Crush’s arm off his midsection. He angled his hips away too, letting Crush’s cock slide out halfway.
The alpha snuffled then. He stirred and nuzzled into Killian’s hair, pulling Killian more tightly against himself.
“Mine,” Crush mumbled. And he rolled on top of Killian, pushing his cock all the way back inside.
Killian made a choked sound. It felt good. But it was bad, because he almost peed all over the bed. “Lemme out,” he whimpered, squirming. “I gotta pee!”
Crush snuffled again. With some confusion, he rolled off Killian, strong arms releasing him.
Killian whined at the friction of his alpha pulling out. As he climbed off the bed, fluid began to leak out of his hole. He had to stuff a tissue between his cheeks—except there wasso much cumleaking out, one tissue wasn’t enough.
He grabbed a few more tissues and crammed them all against his hole, waddling out of the bedroom to the cabin’s shared bathroom.
A bottle of baby oil sat on the bathroom counter, next to a bag of cotton makeup pads. Something stirred in Killian’s memory.
Then he looked down, squawking when he found purple ink all over his cock. Crush’s name had been written several times all over his half-hard length.
Thatwas what the baby oil was for.
Killian sat gingerly on the toilet, his face hot.
If you want me to stop treating your hole like it’s mine to come in whenever I want, all you have to do is wipe off the markings.
When Killian was done, he flushed and washed his hands, wiping down his chest.
He walked deliberately past the baby oil and blushed harder. Would Crush react when he realized that Killian hadn’t scrubbed off his name?
Killian shook off those thoughts and headed for the other bedroom. Naddie was in the wolf-themed crib, watching as Wonder Cart squeaked its wheels and raced around. Hansel was nowhere to be found.
When Killian stepped in, Naddie perked up, babbling at him. His heart swelled. “Hey, sweetheart.”
He scooped her into his arms, breathing in her sweet baby scent. Then he patted the cart too. “Hey, Wonder Cart. Great job entertaining Naddie.”
