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His chest shuddered with the shallow breaths he was taking. “I didn’t want a mate. I didn’t even believe in fated mates before…whatever this is between us. I don’t even understand why you telling me in the hospital hurt as badly as it did. I don’t understand any of the feelings I’m having. But, yeah, you can’t act the way you have been, Grayson.”
I took the last step, the one that closed the remaining distance between us, and crowded into his space. We weren’t touching, but we were close enough to feel the heat from our bodies. Close enough to feel each other’s breaths against our skin. Smell each other’s musk.
Angling my head down, his chin rose, and he peeked up at me through his long lashes. Shy, demure, yet so sexy it made my cock harden inside my sweats so quickly it made me a bit dizzy. He was so beautiful, yet there was an innocence about him that made me ache in a way no one ever had before.
“I meant it that night when I said you were in charge, Wyatt.” The words were whispered against the shell of his ear. Still, I wasn’t touching him, but the warm air from my mouth caressed over his skin, making him shiver. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. And if I step out of line again, if I get too demanding, orbossy, or whatever, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll stop.”
His eyes fluttered closed, his lashes resting against his pale skin. “I’m in charge?”
“You’re in charge. Always.”
My teeth were so close to his gracefully long neck, I had to clamp them tightly together until they ached so that I didn’t latch onto the tender skin there. I wanted to mark him. Wanted to claim him. But it was way too soon for that. “Wyatt?”
“Hmmm?” Those syllables were slurred and he sounded a little drunk.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” Because if I didn’t kiss him this instant, I was sure I would burst into a million pieces of nothingness. “If you want me to stop you need to tell me. Now.”
His eyes fluttered open, his pupils dark pinpricks against the green and brown swirls that made up the colors of his eyes. He looked lust drunk.
“Green,” he rasped.
Chapter Twenty-One
Wyatt
This kiss was nothing like any kiss we had shared before.
It was tender and soft. It was heat and rushing sounds, our two scents mingling together. It was all-consuming, passionate, yet so very gentle.
My arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer to me, like some invisible force was guiding my limbs. Sighing wistfully, I was surrounded by his taste, as his tongue swept inside me. Our tongues tangled, sliding over one another, teasing. Learning the feel of each other like we hadn’t that night.
My dick, so hard in the borrowed sweats, pushed against the material. Needing friction, I rubbed againsthis hard body, so different from mine, gasping when our cocks slid against each other through the fabric.
Electricity sizzled between us, like a live wire that had come loose in a storm, and was zapping anything in its path.
Grayson’s teeth nipped a path down the column of my neck, and I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t get close enough to his heat.
“How are your stitches?”
His words took a full thirty seconds to make any kind of sense in my desire muddled brain.
“Dissolved. Mostly,” I finally managed, blinking at him with bleary eyes.
He smiled gently, then grasped me by my waist. “Hold on.”
He pulled me closer, then up, and I instinctively jumped. My arms and legs wrapped around him tightly. His hands grasped my ass, pushing my hips into his, and he somehow managed to slant my groin so our cocks were sliding against each other as he walked us back to the couch.
Stretching me out on the fabric covered cushions, he stood over me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Wyatt.”
Shaking my head, I grimaced, my hands trying to cover my cotton covered belly. “I’m not. But thank you.”
He grasped my wrists, pulling my hands away and pushed up the material until it bunched under my nipples. “You are. You had a baby, and what you see as pudge and ugly red marks, I see as evidence of how amazing your body is. You made our daughter, Wyatt. Don’t ever be ashamed of that.”
As if to prove his point, his lips trailed kisses down each stretch mark, until I was writhing beneath his mouth. “We…can’t,” I finally gasped, even though my body was more than willing.
My hole was fluttering, and I could feel a small trickle of slick. There was a slight tenderness when my hole clenched and relaxed, but the throbbing pain right after I had given birth was a thing of the past. Truthfully, I barely remembered the pain of childbirth now, even just a few weeks later. Probably the body's natural way of making sure an omega wanted to give birth in the future. The memory of labor washed away by sweet baby smiles.
My dick was rock hard and leaking, the tip just poking out from the waistband of the sweats, leaving sticky drops against my skin.
