Page 26 of Fearless Bond

I rubbed my palm over his rounded belly. Somewhere there was his womb. Just a sprout, squashed by my dick, the gate closed…

Not for long. I’ll fuck it open. I’ll put a cub in his belly and keep him.

Whoa!

Where didthatcome from?

Now that the thought had occurred to me, I could think about little else. My knot tingled all over. I moved my palm over Calvin’s distorted stomach.

There. That must be the spot. His heat will continue, get stronger, and I’ll impregnate him. God, I want that. I need it.

When I imagined breeding Calvin, my enlarged dick throbbed inside him.

The reason was right in front of my nose. His scentinmy nose. His womb under my palm, waiting for my seed. The way he craved my cock, how he begged me… It made perfect sense.

My proximity sent him into a sudden heat. We would both crave breeding because he was my mate. The one.

Calvin is my fated mate.

Torn between bewilderment and sheer happiness, I tightened my arms around my newfound treasure and breathed in his remarkable scent.

How lucky was I? I’d found him! God, he was lovely. The most perfect little omega with a sharp mind and a kind heart. And so fucking sexy. I’d get to breed this impeccable being. He’d be mine. All mine to love and keep.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” I murmured into his ear.

He didn’t reply. He was already asleep.

I lay still so I wouldn’t jostle him. When the knot deflated, I carried him to bed, wiped his ass and thighs with a warm towel, and wrapped myself around him.

I lay awake for the rest of the night, but I didn’t mind at all. Watching my Calvin and holding him, I was too happy to fall asleep.

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CALVIN

I was naked, lying on something soft but damp. A towel?

A delicious scent surrounded me, numbing my mind. I tried to think around it, but it was difficult.

I was warm and happy… and wet. The dampness under me was coming from my ass. Liquid was trickling out of me.

But it didn’t bother me.

I remembered this horrible empty feeling, a torturous ache in my middle, but now I was content. Had that been a nightmare?

Slowly, I blinked awake.

Dark eyes, frowning eyebrows, a thick, scruffy beard.

Barclay was staring at me, his face inches away from mine. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek and the corner of my mouth.

“Hi.”

The memories came rushing back.

I’d been a total slut. I’d waved my ass at him and begged him until he fucked me on the floor just outside his bedroom door. I pleaded with him to come inside me.

I cringed, my heart pounding against my ribs. Scrambling away, I took the comforter with me, trying to cover myself. What must he think of me?

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