Page 23 of Fearless Bond

Calvin stood by the closed bathroom door, supporting himself with one arm on the wall and panting as if he’d sprinted circles around the house. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glistening, and his mouth parted. He blinked at the bright light.

“Are you okay?”

Wide eyes pinned on me, he made a staggering step forward. He didn’t say anything.

“Calvin, are you sick?” I tried again.

“I don’t know.” He sounded strained.

Another step. Did his scent get even stronger? I stopped breathing, but I’d need oxygen eventually.

He looked out of it. Was he a sleepwalker? What was the advice? Should I wake him up or not?

“Calvin?”

He pulled in a ragged breath and let out a small moan. His knees folded under him.

I grabbed him just in time. He fell forward, his face landing in the pelt between my pecs, and groaned. His fingers, surprisingly strong, dug into my sides. He panted against my skin, shaking.

“Does your stomach hurt? Your head?”

Oh damn, the scent!

He rubbed his face against the hair on my chest. Then I remembered what he’d said about his anxiety.

“Are you having an attack?”

“No,” he mumbled. “It’s the smell.”

Huh? It washisscent that made everything so difficult. What did he mean?

Another pained moan.

Then I breathed in, straight from his hair.

Fuck.

Arousal. Frenzied, heated omega arousal. I could taste it on my tongue. My cock grew hard and pressed into Calvin’s belly in a way he must have noticed.

Before I could pull away, Calvin was sliding down my front, wet lips and tongue leaving a trail toward my groin. He buried his nose at the base of my cock, inhaling through the cotton of my pajama pants.

“Please.” His needy whine made my dick twitch.

I stood frozen. I couldn’t conjure a single thought in my head. His scent filled my lungs, and I gulped more of it on instinct.

It was indescribable.

Shaking, Calvin frantically tugged on the strings until he managed to untie my pajama pants. They pooled around my ankles. I stood there like an oaf, naked and unmoving.

I was drugged by that damned scent.

Calvin’s adorable little face, wearing an expression of raw hunger next to my rearing dick, was the single most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

He leaned closer and licked the underside of my erection, where the deflated knot sat. A growl escaped me, and I grabbed a fistful of Calvin’s hair. I should push him away.

I couldn’t.

He began licking me, hands running along my sides and over my ass cheeks, clumsy and greedy. The noises he made… like an animal. A needy animal in heat.

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