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“That’s a lot of children. I’d love some, but maybe not quite that many,” I said absently. In reality, I’d take as many as I could get. And if Arthur was the person I would be raising them with, I couldn’t wait.

“We’ll have as many as we’re blessed with. And if at any time you’re finished having children, we’ll stop. I won’t push, Patrick.”

“Do you know which of us will be…you know.”

Arthur shook his head. “I figured we were headed in that direction just a few moments ago, but something changed your aura, and I wanted to find out what.”

“It truly is nothing. You must be cold. How about that bath?” I said, hoping to redirect Arthur’s attention to the steaming tub.

“All right. I’ll let it slide for now. But I want no secrets between us. Understood?”

I nodded. Arthur seemed to accept that and took a step back. He continued to back up, and when he reached the tub, he sat on the side. My mouth went dry when he wrapped a hand around his cock and started slowly stroking it.

“Undress, Patrick. Show me what’s been gifted to me.”

I couldn’t do anything but obey. I was already enchanted by my One.

Chapter 3

Arthur

Patrick was beautiful. His body—what of it I could see—was blemish-free and had a creamy quality to it that I couldn’t wait to explore more. After he’d gotten over whatever it was that was bothering him, of course. I had a feeling it was most likely related to our age difference or possibly the fact that I was the coven master’s son. His eldest son, the one that would one day become coven master. But Patrick was a perfect One. I could already see him in the role he was destined to fill. He would be a perfect One to help me take care of the coven.

I could tell I’d surprised him when I started stroking my cock, but it was throbbing, and I needed relief. My own hand wasn’t my first choice, but I was beyond caring at this point. I’d been hard since I first sensed Patrick’s aura, and my cock hadn’t let up since. I knew it wouldn’t until well after we’d claimed one another.

That had me thinking about Patrick, and I was curious if he’d been with many men. I didn’t want to think about it, but I needed to know. Did he know how to pleasure? Would he hit that spot inside me perfectly, causing me to shout in completion? Would he allow me to do the same? Thinking aboutit caused my cock to jerk, and I moaned in pleasure and started stroking faster.

“Can I help with that?” Patrick asked. I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them. I couldn’t keep the gasp in. Patrick was even more beautiful naked. His cock was surrounded by a thatch of dark blond curls that I wanted to tug on. Would he let me? His cock was sticking straight out, pointed right to me, and I wanted to touch, to explore.

“Can I touch you?” I asked. I’d already pushed him once by suggesting we bathe together. I didn’t want to ask for something he wasn’t comfortable with giving.

“I’m yours, Arthur. You can do anything to me,” Patrick said. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and the other reached down, touching the tip of my cock. I pulled the foreskin back, exposing the head in hopes that he’d touch me there. When his fingers gently rubbed across the slit in the head, I moaned again.

“I need release, Patrick. I’ve been hard for so long.” I was being selfish, but I couldn’t quite find it in myself to wait.

“What do you want me to do? Touch you? Kiss?” Patrick moved closer. “Suck? I’ve never done that before. Never been with a man. But I’ve had my cock sucked, and it felt wonderful.”

I growled at the thought of some woman pleasuring my One. I reached up and grabbed Patrick, surprising him with the sudden move. I jerked him down to me, falling backward into the tub. “You are mine. Understood? There will be no others. Especially not any women,” I said as I ground my body up against Patrick’s. The water in the tub provided lubrication, allowing both of our bodies to slide easily against one another.

“Same,” Patrick said and pushed his lips against mine. I reached around and grabbed his ass as I pushed my tongue into his mouth again. I thrust my hips up into his while my hands traveled to his most intimate place, and I felt for the opening that I suddenly wanted to be inside. Needed to be. Theoverwhelming urge to claim Patrick was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

When my fingers found his opening, I tugged on it gently, only just remembering he’d said he’d never been with a man. That meant nobody had been there before. I would be the first. The only.

I gasped, breaking the kiss, when Patrick’s hand wrapped tightly around my cock and started stroking. “Patrick. Yesss. Tighter,” I said. We were crooked in the tub, and it was highly uncomfortable, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Patrick was touching me, and it felt like bliss.

I looked up into those blue eyes and lost my heart. The fates had truly blessed me when they gave me Patrick as my One. He stared back at me as his hand started moving faster, and when I pushed a finger into his hole and found it slick, in that moment, I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.

“Patrick!” I shouted as I shot creamy white seed all over my chest. I shoved a finger all the way inside my One, wishing my cock and seed were in his warm, wet heat instead of my finger. Patrick kept stroking and was panting when my focus recentered on him. I had two fingers in his hole, moving them in and out without even realizing it.

“Patrick, love. You’re…you okay with this?”

“More. I feel empty, Arthur. I need…will you put your cock in me? That’s how it works, right?”

I groaned again. “Yes, it is. I don’t want to hurt you, but I really want in there. I’m not sure I can go slow though.”

“Fates no. I can take it. I need, Arthur!” Patrick said and twisted his hand against my overly sensitive head. I flinched away, sinking completely under the lavender-scented water.

“Turn around and get on your knees. Hang on to the front of the tub there,” I said. I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of his hole and stared at the shiny coating that was on them. I knewone of us would produce slick; I just didn’t know if it would be me or Patrick. I’d honestly expected it to be me, what with Father having been the carrier, but fate knew what they were doing.

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