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Seth writhed and bucked, no longer capable of keeping his eyes open. He fisted his hand into the short strands of Caleb’s hair and held on as if it were some kind of lifeline. He could feel his balls tightening. A deep throbbing warned him that his release was near. His cries rose above them, an ever higher pitch of desperation.

Then suddenly his world turned upside down—literally. Emptied of Caleb’s fingers and with his cock flopping freely, he found himself with his face planted against the pallet and his ass in the air. Caleb breached his hole once more, except this time, it wasn’t with fingers. Seth’s channel was being stretched by something thicker and longer and so much hotter. He yelled, partly from the expected pain, but mostly because that same sweet spot was rammed and stroked by Caleb’s cock.

He came in a rush that had him gasping even before Caleb reached around and jerked him with a firm grip. His hole clenched around the invading shaft, forcing Caleb to push harder to get all the way in. As soon as the gamma bottomed out, he used his larger body to flatten Seth. He knew what was coming before he felt the sting of teeth against the back of his neck. He stiffened in response. Not even the lingering spasms of his climax could blunt the pain of being bitten deep.

All the fear that Caleb’s amazing love-making had chased away came back full force. He howled at the claiming, thrashing within Caleb’s embrace. His mate’s embrace. His wolf whimpered and howled with him, then went instantly silent when an answering growl echoed inside his head.

Chapter Twelve

Caleb tried to hold himself in check. His dick wanted to pound away at the newly breached hole that now belonged to him, while his wolf got all domineering with the timid omega wolf whimpering inside his head. Shit, this was way more intense than he’d been expecting. As Seth’s blood filled his mouth, he could feel the connection forming between them. He was no longer a single male, he was now part of a mated pair. There was someone else inside his head if only in the form of the primitive connection between his wolf and Seth’s.

He sank his teeth in deeper, the instinct to do so far stronger than his rational mind. He pulled back his hips and thrust forward hard and deep, another biological demand he couldn’t ignore. But, he could rein his wolf in. He forced him to settle down, lower his energy level and stop that growling. Seth’s wolf needed coaxing, not demands. The fear the poor thing felt was simply an echo of Seth’s about being mated and controlled.

Comfort him, you asshole.

He and his wolf both got with the program, dialing down the gamma aggression and gentling the boy. His wolf yipped in encouragement, while he stilled his hips and let saliva first pool in his mouth, then seep into the puncture marks. He could feel the moment the omega went limp beneath him. At the same time, the little wolf offered up a tentative yip in reply.

Once he was sure the boy had settled, Caleb began drilling him with sure, long strokes. As primed as he’d been, it didn’t take long for his climax to crest and crash. His cock jerked violently within Seth’s swollen channel. He thought of how he was the first to take this journey and the mere idea of it caused him to shudder. His thrusts sputtered as he released so much cum the way became slick enough to throw his rhythm off.

As the spasms died down, he retracted his canines and licked at the bleeding wounds. The process reminded him of how he’d helped to heal Seth in the cave using the same technique. It seemed long ago, not the few days it was. He watched the almost magical way his saliva closed up the jagged edges of torn flesh and remembered Andrea saying it was some biological thing tied to mating. Given the bond he felt now with the omega, it was easy to accept. It still didn’t explain why it had worked before.

His heart still hammered from his exertion when he rolled them both onto their sides. His dick hadn’t softened much and still lay cocooned within Seth’s sticky channel. The omega didn’t resist the change in position. Caleb pressed his palm against the boy’s chest and felt a slow, steady beat. He was pretty sure his mate had fallen asleep.

His mate.

His heart skipped a beat at the thought. It was well and truly done. He’d mated to protect Seth because he owed him this much. And, yes he did like the boy. Very much. Liking wasn’t loving, though. Intense as the connection was between them, he could still keep his distance emotionally.

For the moment, there was nothing to do except get some rest. He was going to want to fuck Seth again, now that he’d known how good it could be. His dick was very happy nestled in its new home. And, he could make it good for Seth, too. He’d done so already. The proof was drying on his hand. Giving his mate pleasure and pups and taking care of them would be enough.

It had to be.

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Caleb started his day the same way he’d ended the previous one—with his cock buried deep inside Seth’s sweetly tight ass. He had lost track of the number of times he’d fucked his mate, his dick having never truly left its new-found sheath throughout the night. And while his conscience pricked over how he might have made the boy sore, his wolf lay curled up immensely satisfied. It had taken a lot of coaxing, but sometime in the wee hours of the morning as Caleb had lain slowly rocking both himself and Seth to completion, the omega’s wolf had accepted his with a calm and contentedness that bode well for their future.

But, with daylight and their new place in the pack as a mated couple, came an unexpected, yet perfectly predictable, shyness and unease by his mate. Sitting at the communal table having breakfast with everyone else, Caleb worried about Seth’s quiet and pokey eating. The boy kept his concentration firmly on his plate of food, which he picked at with his fork. Very little made it to his mouth, and that wouldn’t do.

Leaning over, he spoke quietly in his mate’s ear. “Are you okay? You’re not eating.” When a response didn’t come right away, Caleb became more concerned. “You’re not, um, hurting or anything, are you?”

A dusky pink spot blossomed on the cheek facing him. Without looking up, Seth gave a brief shake of his head. “I’m fine,” he said in a near whisper.

“Then you need to show me by eating more. You’re still recovering from being malnourished and attacked, remember?”

A mulish look set into the boy’s face. “Yes, sir.” He forked up some eggs and stuck them into his mouth.

Caleb grimaced. “What’s the matter?” he tried again.

“Nothing. I’m fine. Please, can’t I eat in peace?”

“Yeah, sure.” Unsettled, yet determined not to crowd his mate, he made himself throttle back. He knew that the suddenness of the change in the omega’s life would require more time for adjustment. He didn’t need some big, clumsy gamma looming over him.

Caleb slumped in his chair, sipping his mug of coffee, and waited until the alpha got up to do the same. Seth followed him and tempted as he was to tell the boy to stay, he decided not to set up a constant battle over small things. Besides, the boy had eaten most of the food on his plate, so there was no real worry.

He hurried to step up to Lorcan’s side. “Alpha, should I take a turn on the perimeter this morning?”

“No. I want you to come see where we’re thinking of building your home.”

His steps faltered. “My what?”

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