Page 57 of Fearless Bond

“Sure. I can message Filippo now.”

I kissed the top of his head. “I want you to like it here. It’s your home too. You need to tell me what you want, where, and how, and I’ll make it happen.”

Calvin’s innocent eyes gleamed up at me. “What if I wanted to live in the city?”

Well, shit.Could I do that? But what about the shop… and being unable to shift and run whenever? The noise. The people.

Calvin kept staring at me, a furrow between his eyebrows. My mate, already pregnant with my cub, trusted me to care for him. His comfort was the most important thing in the world.

“We’ll make it work.” I searched for better words. “We can… alternate.” Damn. That’d be a hassle. I’d need to close the shop. “And… I can, uh… I’m sure I can…”

“Barclay, stop.” My mate smiled and stretched on his tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “I don’t want to live there. I want to be here with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Then why…?”

He looked sheepish. “Sorry. You seemed so sure of yourself, I couldn’t resist rattling you a bit.”

“That wasn’t nice, Calvin.”

His lips twitched. “You wanted to distract me. I thought it would be funny to see you sweat.”

I swooped down and grabbed him by his ass. He yelped and squirmed as I lifted him to me and pushed him against the closet door. Growling, I grazed his neck with my teeth. Calvin giggled.

“What’s funny now, omega?”

“Your beard. It tickles!”

So I opened my mouth and bit down on the tendons in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Calvin groaned.

“Nothing’s funny,” he breathed. “You’re a big, scary grizzly bear.”

I continued to nibble on his skin and rocked into him. Squeezing his ass cheeks, I felt his cock grow hard against my belly.

“You like being manhandled by a big, scary bear?”

“Uh-huh.”

He moaned when I teased his open crease through his sweats. I lifted one knee, supporting his weight against the closetdoor, and sneaked one hand down the back of his pants. I found his pucker, soft and wet, and slid a finger inside him.

Calvin wrapped his arms around my neck and hid his face in my chest. “We shouldn’t… not now…” Except he sounded like he wanted me to keep going.

“We have time.”

I crooked my finger, searching for his gland. He stopped protesting. When I switched to two fingers, he cried out happily, his hole releasing a fresh load of slick.

“Want to suck you. Want your cock in my mouth.”

Who was I to deny him?

With my fingers in him, I carried him to bed. I only pulled them out when I was lying down with Calvin on top of me.

“Turn around, your sweet ass in my face.”

He scrambled around while I dragged his sweats off his legs. Then he attacked my fly. Within seconds, his mouth was wrapped around my cockhead, and his groans of pleasure sent tendrils of bliss to my balls.

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