Page 12 of Fearless Bond

With the phone in my pocket, I walked into the yard and took a few deep breaths. In my human form, my sense of smell was weaker but sensitive enough for me to smell Calvin in my home. Even the faint waft made me hyperaware of my dick, thankfully soft in my pants. For now.

I’d better prepare for the onslaught and keep myself in check. The boy would run for the hills if he knew how he affected me.

5

CALVIN

Barclay had left right after breakfast, and I was worried about being alone in his home. I kept reminding myself that nobody knew where I was and that Barclay would be back soon. Miraculously, it worked.

The man was most confusing. I needed a break from him anyway.

I stood in the living room, staring at the snowy forest behind the glass wall. I shouldn’t have drunk the coffee. My stomach felt strange—not nauseous, just weird. Like a lightness in my core and restlessness in my muscles. Considering what had happened to me, I should be exhausted and ready to take a nap. Instead, I was bursting with energy.

Maybe a shower was a good idea.

His nice scent lingered in the hall. Without thinking, I paused to breathe it in.Yum.

When I stood in the shower, hot water cascading down my body, I could stilltastethe scent on my tongue. My underbelly tightened. I washed myself as I always did, except when I ranmy hand through my crease, tingles spread in my groin. My cock hardened in my soapy hand.

That was awkward.

I could turn the water to cold.

Or…

My entire relationship with Damian had me dry as dust. He blamed my lack of libido on my anxiety issues. Even though I found him attractive in theory, I’d never gotten aroused by his closeness. Maybe it had been my anxiety. Or maybe it had been Damian’s horrible personality that I’d seen glimpses of from the start but made myself ignore. For what? To please my father?

Not even being alone in a stranger’s home made me as distressed as the prospect of spending a “romantic” weekend with Damian.

I’d gotten away from him, and now my libido was back.

The wave of arousal was overwhelming and invigorating. What had Damian said?Sick in the head, worthless, frigid piece of shit.

Well, fuck you, Damian, and your plastic gym body.

There wasn’t anything wrong with me or my sex drive. It was him who’d been wrong for me.

But I should stop thinking about him if I wanted to get myself off. The memory of Damian’s long, slim erection nearing my face had me cringing. He always used heavily perfumed aftershave and shower gel…

Do not think about him!

The water warmed my shoulders and back, pouring over my ass. I spread my legs wider and let the warmth flow through my crease. Tightening my grip on my cock, I closed my eyes. I needed something to purge Damian from my head.

The only other alpha that came to mind was… Barclay.

My brain conjured the image of the scary mountain man with his immense torso and huge hands. Long fingers.

How would it feel to be touched by a man like that?

Older, mature, gruff, and just a tad animalistic. The scent. I could bury my face between his bulging pecs and breathe it in while he fingered my ass.

Thick, strong fingers. He’d reach my sweet spot easily and stretch me.

How big was his cock?

If it was in proportion with the rest of him, I’d never get it in. I imagined it was thick and veiny, rearing from a dark nest of pubic hair, a bead of precum at the slit, big heavy balls hanging low… He could rub his big dick between my ass cheeks.

“You’re so tiny, omega. We’ll do it like this, hm? I don’t want to hurt you.”

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