Page 25 of Two Wrong Turns

I built a slow pace, making sure to thrust hard enough so he felt every inch of me, yet not so fast that I slipped into a rut. Only one of us needed to get lost this first time.

Besides, I wanted to remember every second of our first time together. It would forever be the memory that solidified our bond. The memory of me giving him exactly what he needed: my dick and my bite.

My bear clawed at my chest, eager to take that final step. The human side of me was greedy. I knew the minute I bit him, my knot would swell, and we’d both come. The connection would remain, but the heat of it all, the rising passion, would simmer down.

I didn’t want it to. I couldn’t imagine breaking contact with him. I couldn’t fathom not sinking into this warm, wet heat. Feeling his slick pour from him, coating my dick and balls. Feeling him make a complete mess of me while begging for more.

“Alpha!” he whined. “Bite!”

The force with which my bear surged forward was startling. He rarely pushed his way through so completely, but I’d clearly taken too long for his liking.

Before I knew it, my mouth was latched onto his neck in that juncture where it met his shoulder, and my teeth were sinking in. I tasted his blood, the iron tangy on my tongue. As I swallowed it down, the bond clicked into place.

There was a flash of color, then it was as if a door opened to the most beautiful place in the world. It was all bright lights, soft music, and excitement.

Joy.

So much joy.

And nervousness.

I could see the shadows of worry mixing with his lighter elements. My mate was a true fucking masterpiece. With all this inside him, it’s no wonder he’s such a skilled artist.

“Mate,” I growled once I pulled my teeth from his skin. I licked the wound until it began to close.

He sighed contently. It was then I realized my knot had slipped inside him. I’d been so caught up in his colorful aura I’d missed the powerful orgasms we’d shared. While I hated to miss it, exploring who he was to his core felt like a gift I needed to enjoy.

We’d get the chance to knot again. And with access to him through our bond, I could bask in his colorful world too.

My point was, he was more than a place to sink my knot.

I wanted to be one with his soul, wanted to let him know he had me in every single way. Which is why I brought my hand to his mouth.

“Bite me, mate. Make it so you feel all of me too.”

If he’d been a shifter, he’d have already done so. Humans didn’t have the same instincts. They also didn’t have the sharpest teeth, meaning it took him a bit of work to get through my thicker skin.

When he did though, it was like another burst of pleasure tore through me. This time, I was fully coherent, and he seemed lost in a daze. My knot pulsed as more of my cum sank into his womb.

I recalled what the doctor said about him being fertile. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be pregnant after this.

And if he wasn’t, well, I intended to keep him pretty full of me until I had to get back to work. Even then, I had enough sick time to take a couple of days. Freshly mated couples typically took time off to ensure they nurtured the bond. Why couldn’t I do the same?

Decision made, I began planning all the ways we’d spend the next few days together. While keeping him knotted was a priority, I also needed to keep him fed as well. My mate deserved a belly full of food and a plugged ass full of cum.

Yeah, I was all about balance.

Speaking of balance, mine was getting shaky the longer I tried to keep us upright. I eased us down to lay sideways on the bed. It was a normal spooning position, however, with us being knotted, it felt like so much more.

“Mate?”

He hummed sleepily. It was an adorable noise.

“Are you sleepy? Would you like to rest?”

I got a nod that time, without a verbal reply. Waiting another moment, I opened my mouth to speak, only to snap it shut at the sound of his gentle snores.

I’d worn him out.

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