Page 64 of His Prodigal Alpha

“Yeah, but…should I…should we maybe use a condom?” It wasprobablysomething I should have thought about earlier. I didn’t even know if the ever-present condom in my wallet was still in date.

Damon shook his head vehemently. “The chances of you knocking me up off-heat while I’m still feeding him from my body is slim to none.”

It was cute the way he avoided saying ‘breastfeeding’ wherever possible. I made a mental note to tease him about that later.

“You sure?” I asked.

“Rex, I swear to God, if you don’t get inside—oh, fuck, yes.”

I was just as impatient as he was, even if some part of me had wanted to hear his idle threat in full.

Sinking inside him was complete, utter bliss. His body gripped mine like a glove, and we moved together in a well-practiced rhythm, kissing and sighing as our bodies got reacquainted. We pressed our foreheads together and rocked slowly, neither of us wanting to rush to the finish line. Not this time, anyway.

“I love you,” he gasped after one particularly well-aimed thrust of my hips.

“I love you,” I repeated back to him, thrilling at how easy it was to say now.

“I’m…I’m super close,” he warned me after another thrust.

“Me, too.”

Then he tilted his head to the side. “Mark me, alpha.”

My hips stuttered along with my heart. “What?” I could hardly bring myself to hope that I’d heard him right.

He didn’t hesitate to reply, “Bite me. Please, alpha. Bond with me. I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” I cursed as his words pushed me over the edge and my orgasm rocketed through me, “fuck, kitten…”

He arched off the mattress as my knot began to swell, then tugged me down for what I thought was a kiss as I continuedto come. But instead of pressing his lips to mine, he sank his teeth into the juncture between my shoulder and neck. The pleasure I felt from his mark was instantaneous and almost indescribable. Instinct told me to bite him back, so I did.

Suddenly, the bond between us opened in a rush. I could feel his physical and emotional bliss almost as though it was my own, and I knew that he could feel mine. It became a feedback loop, and the tightening of his slick flesh around my sensitive knot almost made the ensuing continued orgasms too much to bear.

Almost.

It was amazing. I was wrung out in the best ways, but simultaneously energized. Everything about this moment felt right and perfect. My inner alpha was beyond satisfied with this turn of events.

I rolled us to our sides as I collapsed in a sweaty, sated, ridiculously sappy heap on the bed, my cock firmly locked inside Damon by my knot.

He cuddled into me, with his head tucked beneath my chin and his leg slung over my hip. A strange ‘prrrr’overrode the erratic thumping of my own heartbeat in my ears, and it took a moment to realize that it was purring.

Wewere purring.

Together.

Considering how much other crazy shit I’d seen since I’d met Damon in that bar, nothing surprised me anymore.

“Holy shit,” Damon murmured after a while, careful not to move or disturb my slowly deflating knot. “We’re bonded.”

I could feel his elation through the bond, and I was relieved that there wasn’t even a hint of regret.

Kissing the top of his head, I said, “Mmhmm.” Then, becauseI needed the reassurance to be verbal, asked, “No regrets?”

He gently leaned back so he could look me in the eye. “None. I’m yours now. Forever. And you’re mine.”

If someone had asked me a year earlier whether I liked the idea of being committed to someone for life, with a newborn baby and all, I would have laughed them off and run for the hills. But since meeting Damon, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.

“Forever sounds good to me, darlin’.”

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