Page 119 of Night Call

Blake smiled against his cheek. “Nowhat?”

“Ngh, no babies,” Pember replied through gritted teeth.

“And?”

“N-no knotting.”

“That’s right.”

“Why didn’t you get condoms, Blake? Why… why didn’t you?” he whined.

He could feel Blake’s grin grow even wider. “Are you mad, sweetheart?”

Huffing, he shoved his hips back harder. “Yes.”

Blake chuckled darkly. “Good. I like it when you pout.”

“Blake,” he purred, trying his hand at seduction instead. “Please, baby.”

Blake leant forward and pressed his mouth to his ear. “Pem, I’ll make a promise.”

“Y-yeah?”

“As soon as your heat breaks, I’ll make sure I’m inside you every night and every morning if it pleases you.”

Pember groaned. “It does! It would! Please, Blake, I want you so fucking much. Only you!”

A satisfied sound rumbled in Blake’s chest, and he began pounding his hips against Pember’s arse, making the toy rub and buck with savage force.

“O-oh, fuck,” Pember cried, fairly certain he’d never sworn so much in his life. With a shuddering moan, he reached beneath his body, gripped Blake’s cock flush against his own and let the shattering orgasm rip through him.

Without warning, Blake snarled and pulled back, tugging his cock from between Pember’s legs and hand. He roughly pulled the vibrator out, and the next thing Pember felt was Blake’s hot seed spilling all over his arse and the backs of his thighs.

Blake wasn’t touching him, but the growl that ripped from his throat sounded more feral than ever before. Pember instinctively rocked back on his knees, chasing the sound and the animal attached to it.

There was a tang of something metallic in the air before everything around Pember went black and he fell into exhaustion.

CHAPTER 26

PICKING UP THE PIECES

Pember

Pember’s heatbroke late the following morning. The waves in between had been short but sharp, waking him sporadically through the night. Blake tended to him. Held him. Gave him water. But never touched himself or bit Pember again.

At one point Pember had been sitting on Blake’s face, and when he leant forward to take Blake into his mouth, he was met with a gentle hand on his shoulder guiding him back.

Shivering, he fluttered awake. The space where Blake had been was empty.

Pember sat bolt upright, eyes stinging as he glanced around the room. A sharp pain in his gut made him panic.

Blake was gone. He’d left. Abandoned him.

However, as he took a breath, he realised Blake’s pyjamas were still tucked into the space next to his pillow, so he was fairly certain he hadn’t dreamt the whole thing. Reaching over, he scooped up the clothing and pressed it to his nose, inhaling the alpha’s scent. The smell gave way to an intense rush of serotonin, making his body relax.

As he crawled over the edge of his nest, he located a small duffle bag sitting on the landing. Unzipping it, he found more of Blake’s clothes, as well as a toothbrush, deodorant and shower gel.

Perhaps he wants to stay.

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