Page 41 of Two Wrong Turns

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the taste and feel of him. There was only joy as I took all he’d give me.

At one point, he pulled my hair, a clear sign to break free. When I unlatched, he pushed at my chest until I was on my back.

“Need knot. Suck and knot. Both, Alpha.”

He was drunk on pheromones. My scent and the bond’s connection had to be working overtime on him. I knew it was on me.

So I did as he asked. Laying on my back, I waited for him to sink down on me.

The position wasn’t perfect with our height difference. To make do, I had to bend forward until my back was near half-moon shaped. I’d definitely feel the ache later.

Not that I cared. I’d contort myself in every which way to have him like this.

“Come here,” I purred, tugging his top half forward.

His hands went to my shoulders as I took to his other nipple. This one was like getting another blast of lust in my system. My hips rocked in time with my mate’s desperate bouncing. He whimpered as I sucked harder, his grip tightening in a way I knew would leave marks.

That’s it, mate.

Make me yours.

Grinning around the mouthful I had, I focused on his pleasure. The bond gave me a front row seat to how much he enjoyed what I was doing. It also made it easy to tell he was already so fucking close to the edge.

Then again, so was I.

This had been weeks of foreplay. Days on end of touching without feeling this eternal connection we’d built.

When I felt the swell of my knot and the flash in the bond that signaled he was close to coming, I slammed his hips down. He cried out sharply as his body made way for my knot. He pulled back from me, taking the other treat with him.

My orgasm slammed forward, making my knot swell and fill my mate. Barrett’s body spasmed around mine, milking me for all I was worth.

And speaking of milk, I watched his nipples spurt out milk with each squeeze of his ass on my knot. Opening my mouth, I dove to catch every drop I could. It was like a reward despite no longer being attached to him.

“Fuck,” he said when his body finally stopped shaking. He fell to my chest, which made me sigh against the crown of his head.

“Yeah. Same here.”

He giggled at my words, and I smiled, loving the sound. I hoped I could make him make that sound for the rest of our lives.

Epilogue

Barrett

4 years later

“Come out,come out, wherever you are.” I shouted the words into the forest as I gave notice to my two favorite people in the world that I was coming.

I’d just laid down Octo, our newest family member, for his nap. Now it was time to play.

The wind made it hard to tell what was nature and what was one of my bears. Lenny’s favorite game was hide and seek. I think it was because he knew he could shift and climb trees without me being able to find him. It also gave him the best advantage.

Meanwhile, his papa would tease me through the mate bond to distract me in my search. The two were a pair, that was for sure.

Nolan had become an amazing father. Watching him interact with our sons made my heart melt in a way nothing else could. He was gentle and attentive, yet he knew just when to be stern. One had to have balance when bear cubs were on the loose.

Speaking of which, I needed to find my mate soon so I could tell him the news. He’d been so focused on Octo and keeping Lenny preoccupied, he hadn’t noticed my scent changing yet. For once, I was going to get to surprise him with a pregnancy announcement.

On top of that, he was going to lose it when I told him we were going to be girl dads for the first time. I was more than a little excited at the prospect. I loved my boys, but to picture a tiny princess floating around the yard splattered in paint and giggling at her silly brothers was a dream.

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