Page 44 of Fearless Bond

Hunter:If Calvin needs anything, health advice, a sympathetic ear, or a break from you, send him to me.

Hunter:Tell him not to worry about recovery. He’s barely going to have any symptoms.

I smiled at the chain of messages.

“Hunter says the recovery will be mild,” I told Calvin.

My mate was snuggled to my side on the sofa, reading a fantasy novel he’d found on my bookshelf. “Mm-hmm.”

“You’re not listening.”

“Sorry! Gimme a sec.”

I waited until he finished and set a bookmark between the pages.

“The tension!” He sighed. “It’s so well written.”

“I’ll let you read again in a bit.”

He looked up at me. Was it the bond, or did he get even more beautiful?He’s pregnant with my cub.My heart did a somersault every time I thought of that.

“You were saying?” he asked, smiling.

“Hunter messaged. Your recovery will be mild. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh. That’s fantastic. Last time, I was climbing the walls for days. Is Hunter the doctor who visited me the night you found me?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

“I don’t even remember him. I should thank him.”

“You were out of it. I’m sure he understands. He keeps offering help if you need anything. He doesn’t think I deserve so much luck.”

“We are both lucky,” he whispered and craned his neck to kiss me into my beard.

I bent my head to kiss his soft lips. Then I couldn’t resist the lure of his stomach. I sneaked my hand under his T-shirt and caressed the round shape.

“Will the heat stop now?” Calvin murmured against my lips. “Because I wouldn’t mind repeating some of the things we’ve done, even though I’m pregnant already.”

He’s pregnant. Already. God!I stroked his belly, mesmerized.

“Hunter writes that it’ll fade out slowly. You could still have one or two more heat waves.”

Calvin bit his lip, petting my hand where I rested it on his stomach. “The fullness in there feels great.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. I’m wondering… can we do it again?”

I stroked over his womb and nuzzled the crook of his neck. “Do you want me to keep breeding you, my omega?”

He groaned softly, squirming under my touches.

“I’ll come inside you again, and we’ll make this belly even bigger, hm?”

“I want to be full of your cum.” His breathless plea made me hard as a rock in my jeans. I lifted Calvin onto my lap, and he straddled me, pressing down on my hard bulge.

“We need to wait for a heat wave,” I said, even as I bucked up to meet him.

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