Page 202 of Labor of Love

I nod. “Thank you for checking on me.”

He kisses my temple and hugs me tighter. “Always. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. Rosy called the cops. Asa and the agent he’s been working with are on their way. They gathered enough proof, love. That fucking bastard is going to rot in prison.”

I nod again, overwhelmed with relief and jittery nerves. Brooks is still trembling. It’s then that I realize I feel a fierce sense of protectiveness, love, and need.

Oh gods. I’m turned on.

“Our bond. I feel it,” I gasp.

He nods, breathing me in. “Fuck. Omega. I need you.” He grinds his hard cock against my groin, causing my eyes to widen. “I’m losing control, Kes. For a moment there, I was so scared.”

“Alpha,” I breathe, my body responding to his; cock hardening and slick leaking from my hole. “I’m going into heat,”I moan, thrusting my hard cock against his thigh. How? I can’t. I’m already pregnant.

My gaze meets Brooks’. It’s something we still need to discuss, but first, I need to feel my mate inside me. Claiming me.

“It isn’t your heat,” he groans. “I’m in rut.”

“Oh, fuck.” Novl told me that dragons only go into a rut with their fated. Ruts can be even stronger than an omega’s heat. “My apartment is around back. I don’t have much, but I do have a bed.”

“Take me there,” Brooks growls, slamming his lips to mine. “I need you, love.”

Claim. Mate. Breed.

We kiss passionately, barely looking up to kick the apartment door closed, when Brooks lifts me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I squirm against him until he gives my ass a sharp spank that has me moaning. I’m so fucking turned on, I’m gushing slick. “Please,” I beg.

He tosses me onto the bed and suddenly his hands are everywhere, groping, caressing, and teasing as we yank each other’s clothes off. He easily works two fingers inside of me, then three. I’m so wet and open from my slick, I don’t need any more prep.

“Please, Alpha.”

Brooks climbs on top of me and thrusts inside. “Kes, this is…fuck.”

Suddenly, we’re kissing as Brooks pounds into me in a punishing rhythm that drives me wild.

“Yes,” I moan. “More. Harder.” I claw at his shoulders, marking him the only way I know how.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

His dragon. I can hear his dragon, and he’s just as desperate as me.

Breed. Breed. Breed.

The idea that his dragon wants to breed me is hot as fuck. It doesn’t matter that he might not be able to, or that I’m already pregnant. It’s kinky as fuck, and I’m totally into it.

“Yes, love. Breed me,” I moan. “Give me your knot.”

His thrusts grow erratic. Uncontrolled. He wraps his fingers around my hard cock and strokes me. “Fuck, little omega. Is that what you want? You want me to fill you with my cum and lock you in place with my knot?”

I nod frantically. “Yes. Knot me, knot me,” I chant, spilling over the edge.

With a roar, Brooks comes, filling me. Flooding me. I shudder and whimper at the sounds of his animalistic moans, and suddenly I feel his knot expand.

“Gods, yes,” I sigh. And just like that, I fall asleep to my alpha, locking us in place, his heavy weight a reminder that I’m safe.

Loved.

Cherished.

I wake up to Brooks kissing my abdomen. I’m already clean, and a part of me misses the feel of him inside of me. I smile.

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