Page 26 of Wild Reckoning

“In case you forgot, I’m Noah.”

The voice next to Stewart made him jump. The guy was a few inches shorter than him with pretty green eyes.

“Are you a bear, too?”

“No, I’m human, and so is Wesley.” Noah grinned. “Hyett is Wesley’s mate, and mine is currently lying on the carpet like he’s reverted back to a cub.”

Stewart studied Quinton. He did look like an oversized kid when he made a soft roaring sound, the stuffed dinosaur in his hand rampaging through the pile of toys.

Ethan was cracking up, putting the toys back into a pile so the dinosaur could destroy it again.

Stewart’s eyes welled up. His nephew looked so happy compared to when the social worker had brought the toddler to him. Ethan had looked so scared, confused, asking for his mommy.

And then he’d met Clive, and Ethan had begged Stewart to make the bad man go away.

Stewart slammed a lid on those thoughts before he burst out crying. He watched Quinton and Ethan, filling his mind with his nephew’s happy squeals and the sight of his delighted expression to chase away the coldness of the memories.

Strong arms circled Stewart from behind, a chin resting gently on his head. “I think Ethan has taken decades off my dad,” Killian murmured.

Stewart glanced to his side, but Noah was no longer standing there.

“I’m still trying to process all of this,” he admitted. His nephew was surrounded by bears, and he was the safest he’d ever been in his life.

“I know,” Killian said. “We’re in no rush. I just wanted you to know the truth and prove to you that both of you are safe.” He pointed to Quinton. “I dare a single soul to come near Ethan with my dad around.”

Quinton scooped the toddler up, rolled to his back, and held the boy in the air. He made helicopter noises as he moved Ethan around in winding patterns. His nephew hadn’t stopped laughing since Stewart entered the living room.

“He has four deadly uncles who’ll protect him.” Killian kissed the top of Stewart’s head. “And they’ll protect you too.”

Even more than the protection Killian kept emphasizing, the pure joy on Ethan’s face cemented Stewart’s resolve to give this mating a chance.

His goal was to give Ethan a family, something Stewart had always wanted, a family who wouldn’t make him feel like a stray needing a home. A family who wanted to keep him and, in turn, keep Ethan.

That was all Stewart had ever wanted, and now he had it, regardless of how fast paced this felt or how nervous he still was.

Killian was offering him his deepest heart’s desire.

The guy tugged Stewart’s hand, and he followed Killian up the stairs. His heart was beating even faster as they headed toward Stewart’s bedroom.

His mind tried to tell him to slow down, to think things over before letting anything happen. Stewart had just found out Killian’s world existed, that the two of them were mates, but need took over.

Killian pulled him into the room and closed the door. “Now we don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your sexy groans or walking in on us.”

Those words caused Stewart’s breathing to grow heavy, wondering what Killian had in mind. He guided Stewart to the bed, laying him on his back, and then Killian’s hard body slid over his.

“That’s the moan I’m talking about,” Killian growled softly. Stewart’s cock was ramrod straight, his ass clenching to be filled.

“Ethan.” He tilted his head to the side with a groan as Killian kissed along his neck.

“My dad will stay for however long we need him to.” His strong hand slipped under Stewart’s shirt, tweaking his nipple then plucking at the hard nub.

Stewart gasped, his chest rising and falling in short bursts. He felt Killian’s hard cock pressing into him, the sensation incredibly arousing.

Killian slid his hand down Stewart’s side, his kisses drugging. “You’re even more gorgeous when you look like that,” he murmured. “So fucking needy, and I’m so willing to give you whatever you want.”

What did Stewart want? He couldn’t even think with Killian grinding his denim-covered dick against him. When Stewart looked down, his heavy-lidded gaze could see the outline of Killian’s cock under his jeans.

It looked massive, causing Stewart’s mouth to go dry. Then Killian was snaking his hand down the front of Stewart’s sweats and past his underwear until he found what he was looking for.

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