Page 24 of Wrong Number, Right Lion

“I can’t wait much longer.” His head fell back onto his pillow.

“Me neither.” I worked in a second finger as my tongue crossed over his balls and then up his shaft. “Almost there.”

As I worked his body loose, I kissed up his chest until I was finally aligned with his face. “You’re sure?”

He nodded and tilted his hips even higher so my cock was pressed right to his hole. “Yes! Just do it already.”

I chuckled and slowly pressed into him as my mouth covered his. What started out as a slow and languid kiss quickly became frantic as Arlo’s hands skated over all the skin he could reach. Holding back to have this last wasn’t going to work for much longer. He had a way of stealing every thought that wasn’t about him

The warmth of his body, his sexy noises, the look of ecstasy on his face encouraged me on as I drove in faster and with erratic movements. I’d never gotten so close to the edge so quickly before, but we had all night.

I kissed along my omega’s jaw and nipped at his earlobe. “You’re close.”

“Too close. I can’t stop it.” His fingernails dug into my biceps as he clung to me. “I don’t want to stop it.”

“Then let go, Arlo.” I pushed in deeper so I was nailing his prostate with each pass. “Show me how good you feel. Let me hear it.”

As soon as he had permission to come, he threw his head back, unknowingly exposing his neck as if inviting me to mark him. And gods, I wanted to, but also, he needed to know everything and make the decision to accept my mark before I ever allowed myself to do that. I refused to mark him otherwise.

It wasn’t easy to resist, but I managed, allowing myself to focus on the way his channel tightened around my dick, gripping me like a lifeline and then convulsing in waves that seemed to start in his ass and roll all the way up his spine.

Arlo was shattered beneath me, mumbling my name and other incoherent words as the skin between my belly and his cock became sticky with his release.

“Alpha!” His body shook, and he gasped for air. “I need your knot.”

“Fuck.” I closed my arms around him, drawing his whole body against mine as I came inside him, shooting my seed into him and locking it tight as my knot expanded. “You’re mine, Arlo.”

He hummed in my arms, and all the tension in his body was gone, just a boneless mass of sexy man beneath me as our bodies sealed together as one. “Yes, alpha. Yours. Always yours.”

We laid like that, in silence for a few minutes. My lion was really close, his emotions going from pissed we didn’t mark our mate to thrilled to be knotted to him. And Arlo? He looked both boneless and sated.

Fearing I was too heavy, I carefully rolled us onto my side and pulled the blankets over us.

“That was…” His eyes fluttered shut.

“Amazing? Wonderful? Hot?”

“Yes, all those things, but also, it was… never mind, I can’t find the words. Someone made me all sleepy.” He yawned.

“Did you want me to apologize?”

“No. Absolutely not. I want you to do it again after a short power nap.” He snuggled in. “Does that work for you?”

“That more than works.” I kissed his cheek. “And I felt it too… like we made a connection deeper than our bodies doing their thing.”

“Exactly,” he mumbled, his breath warm against my skin. “Like we were finally where we were meant to be.”

Arlo needed to meet my lion soon. I understood where all these feelings were coming from, and they were overwhelming. I couldn’t imagine being side-swiped by them.

“Thank you for asking me to stay.”

Only no answer came, unless you counted his soft snores. My mate was asleep, and I allowed myself to do the same.

13

ARLO

Something warm was resting on my midsection. It wasn’t heavy, but it also wasn’t a blanket or a quilt. But I liked it. I didn’t have an electric blanket, but the amount of heat being produced reminded me of the one I’d had as a kid. It was comforting, and I didn’t want to move.

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