That one word got Atticus’s attention, and he smirked over Eira’s shoulder which was gross. “Once more for old time’s sake?”
Jack tilted her head to the side. “You don’t mean that because you said that you were over me.” She smiled, one that contained some affection if I was guessing correctly.
Atticus growled. “Why do you have such a good memory?”
Eira drooled on his shoulder, and he froze. Jack mopped it up, telling him he was a bigger baby than Eira.
“Besides, Rawling is like a brother to me, so that makes us,” she pointed at him and then herself, “practically brother and sister.”
“Ewww, that’s disgusting,” Atticus and Rawling said together. They glared at one another because though neither would admit it, they did share some similar traits.
This was the first time we’d gone anywhere without Eira. There were days she was in a bouncy seat in the bathroom while one of us took a shower because she didn’t want to be alone. This was probably going to be hard on us, but also good. We needed this alone time.
The hotel staff looked at us oddly for checking in when we lived basically down the street, but it was exactly what we needed. But also, the townspeople weren’t overly fond of Sombertooth students.
For the longest time, we just lay there, holding each other, talking about silly things that weren’t important, like TV shows and movies coming out, avoiding real-life topics because this was an escape.
My mate leaned in and kissed me.
I loved it when he initiated our kissing. It began slowly, and eventually, our hands started to wander. We made out like that, just enjoying each other’s closeness, until he whispered low and close to my ear, “I want to make love to you.”
“Yes, do it.”
Mrs. Ardilla had given Rawling the okay to have sex, saying he was fully healed, even though he’d given birth a short time ago.
This time, as we kissed, we slowly got undressed, our mouths never leaving each other for longer than they had to. There was no rush or sense of urgency. It was slow and sweet. This wasn’t about cumming and knotting, it was about enjoying this time together. There was a different energy now. It was still incredibly hot, but there was a deeper connection, even more than being mates, something I didn’t think was possible.
When he reached around between us, his hand tried to wrap around both our lengths at once, and barely made it halfway. He slowly began to pump. It was awkward and his hand kept slipping, but it was also almost too good and I nearly came… twice. “If you keep doing that, it won’t be long until our hands are very sticky.”
“I need you to be inside me when you knot.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. He rolled onto his back, and I reached down, teasing his entrance. “Where do you want me, omega? Here?” I eased my fingers inside him, first one, then two, then three.
“Gods, yes. There. Now. Please, don’t make me beg.”
I grabbed a pillow and settled it under his hips before lining myself up with his entrance. I wanted to be able to see his face.
Slowly, I pushed inside of him, lowering myself so I could kiss his lips as I bottomed out. We kissed as I moved in and out of him, our hands intertwined alongside his face. It was personal and sweet, something we’d never experienced before. Not like this, anyway.
Our joinings had always been more about need and lust. I wasn’t complaining. Our sex life was the best, even during hispregnancy when things slowed down. But this? This was more. It was special.
When he cried out my name, his cum shooting between us, he pulled me down, and my orgasm followed right behind.
“I love you, omega mine.” I kissed his mark.
“I love you. I love you so much. I sometimes wonder how this could be real.”
I did too.
We didn’t make it away from our sweet girl for more than three hours, but those three hours were exactly what we needed. Of course, when we got there, Jack told us how wonderful our Eira was. Atticus, being Atticus, complained that babysitting wore him out and gave him a headache.
At first I was grumpy about it, but then he said, “This baby thing is harder than it looks. Don’t know how you do it while handling school.”
It wasn’t the highest compliment on the planet, but given it was coming from Atticus, I’d take it.
TWENTY-THREE
RAWLING
