Page 24 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

I worshiped his body, paying attention to every line, every curve, to every muscle and inch of golden skin. When I reached his thick cock, I lapped at the tip, savoring the salty tang of his pre-cum. I took him into my mouth. It took a few tries to get him fully in, his girth barely fitting inside me. I sucked him deep, loving his groans of pleasure.

Davien bucked his hips, grinding against my face. "Errol, I'm going to?—"

With a triumphant smirk, I released him with a pop. "Patience, alpha. Not yet. It's my turn to be in control."

I straddled his hips, pressing my slickened entrance against his throbbing cock. Slowly, I lowered myself down, impaling myself on his length. His girth stretched me deliciously, burning and ecstasy all at once. It was as if he was made for me.

"Fuck, you feel... so... tight..." he panted.

Slowly at first, I bounced up and down his length. My climax was so close, just within reach, but I wanted to make this good for him. I thought about everything I could to prevent this from being over too soon. Up and down I went, watching his face as he enjoyed every second of it.

"Davien, I need... I’m going to..." I lost the ability to form sentences.

He knew what I needed, thrusting upward as I rode him harder, faster. His hand found my cock, stroking in time with my now erratic rhythm.

"I can't... much longer..."

"Me neither," he panted. “Come for me, omega.

I slammed into him one final time, and my cum shot out, coating his chest and hands. He followed right behind me, crying out my name as he filled me with his come, his knot swelling inside me, locking us together.

That was when something I didn’t understand came over me. One minute I was coming harder than I ever had, and the very next one, my teeth were biting into Davien’s shoulder. Not a sweet nibble either. No, I broke skin. There was blood. And fuck me if I wasn’t happy about it.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, waiting for the guilt to hit me, but it didn’t. If anything, I was glad that I’d done it, and that was a whole level of messed up I didn’t understand.

As we came down from our respective highs, I caught a glimpse of his wound. It wasn’t pretty, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, cheeks flaming. "I don't know what came over me."

Davien wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "It's more than okay, Errol. I assure you." His voice was laced with satisfaction and a hint of amusement. "I loved every minute of what we just did… especially when you bit me.”

I didn’t know how that could be true, but I sensed only honesty from him, and relief flooded through me. We somehow managed to maneuver the covers over our still-connected bodies.

“That was…” I rubbed my cheek against his skin.

“It so was.” He kissed my shoulder, the one that mirrored the one I’d bitten of his, and for a split second, I was sad… no, disappointed that he hadn’t bitten me too.

“Sleep, my little baker.” He kissed the spot again. “You’re going to need your energy. I have plans for us.”

I wanted to ask what those plans were and to maybe add a few of my own to the list, but I was spent. Soon, I found myself drifting off to sleep before his knot even released.

Chapter 12

Davien

The bed was empty when I opened my eyes, and I groused to my beast that he should have woken me up when Errol left.

He’s still here and making breakfast, my unicorn huffed.Bacon. Ewww!

I apologize. Now that he mentioned it, I focused on the delicious aroma wafting into the bedroom. My beast was vegetarian, but I wasn’t, and he had a hard time whenever I consumed meat. And bacon was especially pungent.

Errol stood in the doorway, dressed only in an apron. Did I own an apron? I didn’t recall buying one. This was a Christmas-themed one, and it must have been from a Secret Santa giveaway at the office. One I’d never used and shoved in a drawer.

Shame it was covering up his bits, though.

“Your coffee is served.”

He placed a mug on the nightstand, and when I attempted to flip the apron out of the way, he stepped back.

“Hey, no harassing the chef.” He winked and accompanied it with a wide grin. “Until after we eat.” He giggled, a sound that tickled my heart. “Eat the food, not other things.” His cheeks were such a beautiful shade of pink I wanted to squeeze them, but he was too far away.

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