“Fuck, Jude,” he grunts, his voice strained with effort. “I’m gonna cum.” His knot begins to grow, stretching me even wider. He tangles his hand in my hair and jerks me up onto my knees, my back arching against his chest.
My head swims as Pace pushes his face into the crook of my neck. He licks and sucks at my skin, his breath hot and ragged. I feel his ballooned knot ram against my ass, a pressure so immense it steals my breath. Then he snaps his hips, forcing his knot deep into my body.
I cry out at the sensation, another spurt of cum jerking from my cock.
Then, without any warning, sharp teeth rip into my neck, marking me.
A brutal, tearing pain makes my whole body seize.
The coppery smell of blood fills the air, sharp and metallic, mixing with Pace’s lovely leather aroma. Everything is too loud and bright, right before my vision dims. A wave of dizzinesshits me, the world tilting on its axis as Pace’s claim spreads through my veins.
I’m vaguely aware of the cock still pulsing inside me and the teeth buried deep in my flesh, but more than anything, I’m aware of the fact that Pace just mated me.
He’s sealed to me forever.
I’m his.
And he is mine.
I just pray he doesn’t regret it come morning.
Chapter Six
Pace
The smell of warm butter and toasted bread fills the kitchen.
I stand at the stove, in only a pair of briefs, pushing scrambled eggs around in a cast-iron skillet, while I savor my cup of coffee.
Jude is still dead asleep in the bedroom. His heat started to settle late last night. It’s been a wild few days of fucking, sleeping, bathing my sweet boy, then getting a few hours of sleep before doing it all over again.
I pull out a plate from one of the sleek black cabinets, then check on my new mate through our bond. The connection with Jude is so weird and wonderful at the same time. It’s a constant, low-level hum at the back of my mind, a link that’s almost impossible to describe.
While I can’t see my sweet boy’s dreams or hear his thoughts, his emotions bleed straight into me. Clear andundeniable. And right now, Jude is drowning in a sick, foggy wave of anxiety. It claws at my insides, demanding I pull him from his nightmares, but I can’t wake him up.
Not again.
He needs his sleep.
But once my sweet boy is awake and feeling better, I’m going to talk to him again. I’m going to ask about that motherfucker Bruce Sterling. I want to know exactly what that piece of shit did to my mate, so I can explain it to the asshole in detail right before I rip his throat out.
Jude deserves to live in a safe, loving world where the people who hurt him rot six feet under.
The toast pops up as I slide the eggs onto a plate. Then I open the fridge and pour a glass of orange juice. I’m not sure what Jude likes to drink in the mornings, but he could probably use the vitamin C. His little body has been through a lot the last few days, and he hasn’t had anything other than water and ice chips.
I take my time buttering the toast while I imagine Bruce’s blood dripping off my fingers. The knife scrapes softly against the warm bread, and that’s when I feel it—a gentle awareness blooming in our bond as Jude wakes up.
Moving quickly, I pick up the plate and juice, then snatch a fork from the drawer, before carrying them through the open living room toward the bedroom where my mate is waiting. I push open the door, pleased to find Jude sitting in the middle of the bed, completely naked.
The morning light streams through the window behind him, highlighting his thin, perfect body. I admire the delicate lines of his ribs and the soft curve of his stomach. He has dimpled bruises on his hips, proof of just how well I rutted him.
“Good morning, omega,” I say as I sit down on the edge of the bed.
Jude’s gaze immediately drops, sweeping over the scars along my bare chest and then the sizable bulge of my limp dick in my briefs. I’m a show-er, not a grow-er, and even soft, it’s an impressive handful.
“Morning,” he mumbles softly, his eyes flicking back up to my face before he glances down at his own bare chest and cute little cock. It’s limp, lying softly against his thigh.
Then he jerks like he’s just realized he’s naked, quickly reaching for the sheet. He covers his tempting body as a shy blush colors his cheeks.
