Crawford’s hipspushed Owen into the mattress, his bare cock slipping in deep. The slickness squelched. Owen keened and pressed upward to meet him. They were chest to chest, and Crawford kissed his lips until theywereraw.
The heat was coming on fast, but Owen had enough resources to internalize the passion they shared. Each thrust was more meaningful, each whimper and grunt loaded with purpose never there before. Crawford wasbreedinghim. When this was over, Owen was going to swell with hischildren.
They were going to behappy.
Owen laced his legs over Owen’s hips and lifted himself toward Crawford’s body as Crawford bore down onto him. The heat was present, but Owen didn’t suffer. Crawford was there. Crawford made itbetter.
Crawford was going to take careofhim.
“Gonna knot you,” Crawford uttered. He nipped at the lobe of Owen’s ear, and Owen squeaked in pleasure. “Gonna fill you up withbabies.”
“Please,” Owen begged. “Please, Ineedit.”
“You’remine.” Crawford pushed deep and rutted into him, and Owen almost whited out from pleasure. “Always. Gonna keep you happy, Ipromise.”
The heat robbed Owen of higher thought. He wrapped his arms around Crawford’s neck and chanted a string of yeses that grew in desperation with each of Crawford’s thrusts. Lips bruised from kissing, ass filled and stretched with Crawford’s cock, his heat being fucked out of him, Owen had never beenhappier.
He was going to be afather.
After the heartache, the disappointment, and the solitude, he was going to be afather.
Then Brad and Dr. Williams would take his suffering away, and he’d never have to go through another heat again.Never.
Crawford’s knot popped so quickly that neither of them had a chance to brace for it. It swelled and stretched behind Owen’s ring, and Owen squirmed against it to try to bury it deeper. Crawford grunted and gasped and ruttedinturn.
When his seed flooded Owen’s guts, Owen cried out in staggeringbliss.
“Breed me,” Owen panted as he worked himself on Crawford’s shaft. “Breed me. Fill me, Master. Ineedit.”
Crawford silenced him with a kiss, and they locked lips until his knot had receded and their bodies parted. The emptiness was lonely, but Crawford didn’t allow Owen time to linger on that thought—he rolled Owen over and lapped the slick from his ass, tongue darting in to devour it from its source, until Owen couldn’t take anymore and shot into the sheets. Crawford mounted him then, sliding his cock back home where it belonged, and when he knotted inside of Owen for a second time, Owen came dry and still found himself desperateformore.
They bred until morning before they rested. By then, Owen was lost tohisheat.
How many more times he took Crawford’s knot before the haze lifted and his heat regressed, he didn’t know. All he knew was that when he came back to his senses wrapped in Crawford’s arms, cared for and comfortable, he was satisfied. He wasn’t thirsty or hungry. Sometime during the fog, he’d even showered—the scent of Crawford’s body wash still clung to his skin. Crawford had gone above and beyond taking care of him when Owen couldn’t take care ofhimself.
“Are you back?” Crawford kissed the back of his ear, and Owen closed his eyes and let out one final keen. “Mm, I’ll take that as a no. Do you want my knotagain,pet?”
“No, I’m here,” Owen said. “I’ve just never felt so good after a heat. I usually go through them alone, and… this is nice. Not nice enough to want to go through them every few months for the next twenty-five years,butnice.”
“Mm.” Crawford’s hands dipped downward to blanket Owen’s lower abdomen. Over the next few months, it would start to stretch as theirchildgrew.
Children?
Brad claimed he was hyper-fertile now, but Owen didn’t know exactly what thatmeant.
“Just as well. Heats are overrated.” Crawford’s fingers wandered, tracing patterns at random on Owen’s skin. “One is enough. We’ll be too busy soon to take a week off to work you out of your heat,anyway.”
“A week?” Owen groaned. “I didn’t call in to work.Didyou?”
“I was exaggerating. It was three days. You must have conceived last night.” Crawford’s lips smiled against the back of Owen’s head. “I’ve been keeping Stonecrest updated. Monica Torres has beenveryunderstanding. She’s thrilledforus.”
“So they know now.” Owen blushed. “I guess we couldn’t keep hiding it for muchlonger.”
“A year is a pretty long time to keep the fact that you’re dating the founder’s son a secret.” Crawford stifled a laugh. “I don’t think you could keep the fact that you’re carrying his child under wraps. I wouldn’t want you to even if you could. I want them to know we’re afamily.”
A family. Owen squirmed back against Crawford and grinned. What a strange, wonderful journey ithadbeen.
And what a strange, wonderful journey itwouldbe.
