Page 40 of Two Wrong Turns

My gut and a flicker of emotion along our bond.

When I opened the door, I realized why I felt only a flicker. My mate had blocked off our connection. After seeing me in the doorway, he dropped the walls, hitting me with the full force of his lust.

Naked and spread out on our bed, Barrett looked mouthwatering. His body captivated me as much as his artwork did. With the addition of stretch marks from where he’d grown our baby and the fading scar of his birth line, I felt even more obsessed.

“Mate,” I growled as I shut the door. Prowling across the room, I ripped my clothes. They flew around the space, landing wherever gravity took them.

His hand wrapped around his length, squeezing it as he gave a slow stroke. “Alpha.”

The word came out all breathy, like he was already on the cusp of an orgasm. We hadn’t fooled around since before Lenny came. I wanted to make sure he’d healed completely before trying anything.

That and I worried how my Alpha side would react to being able to take our mate again. His patience wasn’t all that great.

Seeing my needy mate now, I knew it was no use fighting anymore. The doctor had cleared him two days ago, though even then, I’d hesitated.

Why the fuck had I hesitated?

“What does my mate need?” I’d finally reached the edge of the bed.

“You. I need you, Alpha. Knot. Please.”

He whined, a high-pitched noise that tugged at the feral parts of me. I growled low in reply.

Climbing onto the bed, I shifted until our bodies aligned. Skin to skin, he felt perfect against me. He was everything I needed. My mate. My love. The father of my cub.

“I’ll give you this knot. But I want something in return.”

His eyes glazed over at my words. He nodded before I could even tell him what it was.

“Anything. It’s yours.”

My smile came easily. “Anything? That’s bold to say.”

“I trust you.” His hand came up to the side of my face. The touch calmed me a bit. “Besides, I usually like what you do.”

Laughing at the cheeky comment, I decided to just go for it. Worst come to worst, he’d tell me no and I’d stop. There was no question about it. My mate’s comfort came before my fucked-up fantasies.

And this one definitely made me feel fucked up at times.

Dropped back down his body, I kept my eyes on his as I allowed my mouth to trail kisses over his chest and down his abs. His breathing picked up, and he smiled. I bet he thought I wanted to suck his cock.

He’d be right, partially. But there was something I wanted more. Something I needed to try, even if it was just once.

I reversed my direction, moving back up his body. His smile dipped, only for his mouth to drop open on a moan when I wrapped my lips around his nipple and sucked.

The first drop of milk that hit my tongue was an explosion of flavor. I groaned, taking another pull at him, desperate for another taste.

Barrett’s gaze was one of shock and lust. He… he liked it. He wasn’t upset or freaked out.

My face must have shown my surprise because I felt his hands slip into my hair as he pressed me closer.

“Is this what my Alpha wanted? You wanted to drink from your mate? To taste what you helped make me into? Did you know when you bred me that this would happen? I bet you did. This is what you always wanted.”

Oh, fuck.

My hips had a mind of their own at the filthy words he spouted. I ground against the bed, desperate for some kind of relief for my cock.

When this started, I wanted to be buried in him. Now, I wasn’t sure we’d even make it that far. How the hell was I supposed to hold on when he tasted so perfect, and he wanted to give me this?

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