Forever ours.
Yes, forever ours.
The coolness against his dry lips pushed a little more firmly and Bowie worked to get his exhausted body to comply. He considered it a win when he managed to crack his eyes open while parting his lips.
“Take a sip for me. Come on Babycakes, Daddy needs you to do as I say.”
It was a little harder to get his head higher, so as not to choke on the icy sweetness of the juice wetting his lips. A large hand came and cradled his head. “That’s it, I’ve got you.”
How Kari had any energy left, Bowie had no clue. They had both made use of nearly every room in his apartment. He took several sips, careful not to meet Kari’s gaze. Bowie was still processing what he’d done. What they’d done. The imaginative ways Kari had helped Bowie while he’d begged unashamedly for Kari to fuck him in every conceivable position would be embarrassing once he got some energy back—in the next century, maybe. He was back in the bedroom, and the place stank of sex—of cum. Kari had changed the sheets after giving Bowie a shower to freshen him up before they’d climbed in to get some much needed sleep.
“Bowie, look at Daddy.”
The soft demand was impossible to ignore, as much as he wanted to. He wasn’t ready to do that, yet. When he finally did, Kari’s gaze held affection and nothing more.
“I’m sensing you’re embarrassed by what we did. Is that all I’m picking up?”
Tension radiated off Kari, the kind that put knots in Bowie’s stomach. “What else could it be?” he asked, uncertain what other reason there would be.
Kari visibly relaxed, a smile tugging at his lips. “I was worried that maybe I was too… rough?”
Heat flooded Bowie’s cheeks at recalling exactly how he’d demanded Kari do all manner of things that could be conceived as ‘rough’, some of which weren’t rough enough, at the time. Now that his mind was clear of the sexual haze of his heat, he didn’t know how to say that without sounding ungrateful or coming across as weird.
“Bowie, you have to be honest with Daddy if we want to make sure you get all your needs taken care of in your next heat.”
Kari was right, only that wasn’t what Bowie was thinking about. No, it was the confidence that Kari had about being with Bowie when that happened.
“You want to do it again?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” A frown replaced the smile.
Bowie pushed his way up to sitting, and Kari moved back, giving him room, still holding the half full glass of fruit juice. His gaze dropped to his hands, and he fidgeted with the covers. “I… I wasn’t acting like me.”
A finger came under his chin, gently encouraging him to look up. “Babycakes, you were acting like an omega going through their heat. There is nothing wrong with the way you behaved, nothing.” Kari brushed his lips softly against Bowie’s. “I’ll confess it was a genuine struggle to stop my wolf biting you with how gorgeously wild you were for us. It’s better than any of those foods that profess to hold aphrodisiac qualities.”
“I am?” Bowie considered that, wondering if Kari was just trying to make him feel better.
“You are.” He took Bowie’s hand and placed over the loose pants he wore, pressing it against the aroused cock beneath. “Just thinking about what we did makes me excited for your next heat, even though it is months away.”
Bowie giggled at Kari sounding utterly miffed by that. Peeking up from under his eyelashes, he confessed, “Me too.”
Kari kissed him soundly, and despite how his body ached in certain places after his enthusiasm, his cock thickened.
“What do you say, we see if we can re-create the energy you had during your heat?” Kari kissed his way down Bowie’s throat to the pounding pulse at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Humm?”
“That… argh… is a good plan,” he finished on a gasp as there was a clink of glass on wood before the covers were whipped from his body and he was pushed back against the mattress.
Kari’s eyes twinkled with naughtiness. “Stick with me, I’ve plenty of them.”
We are.
Bowie agreed fully with his animal side. They weren’t going anywhere.
Chapter Thirty-One
Kari
Watching Bowie leave his office, Kari was surprised he wasn’t walking bow legged after all the sex they’d had over his heat, and since. Popi hadn’t lied, Bowie was insatiable during his heat, and it turned out after it, too. He had definitely discovered the joys of sex. Of Kari’s knot. He’d never contemplated knotting with anyone before. He couldn’t rightly say why, other than that it had never seemed like something he’d wanted to do. But one look at that doe eyed, pleading expression and Kari was done for. Twice more he’d knotted with Bowie, and his wolf had been disappointed when they’d scented Bowie to see if they’d created a pup.
