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Doctor Sargesson nodded. “Jost Webber will need to remain with us for a day or so. I want to monitor him while he shifts and see the progression of his healing. He had to have his wounds cleaned and disinfected and, barring any reactions from the treatment, he should be fine. He’s a tough omega.”
“Can I go and see him?” Ella asked.
“We’re moving him to his own room, then you can go.” The doctor smiled, then left, and Ella leaned against Anslem. Anslem kissed her head and moved them both over to some empty seats, and Apollo watched as he whispered to her, drawing a small smile from her.
Apollo found his own seat and leaned back, closing his eyes. “He’ll likely stand trial,” he murmured.
“I imagine so unless he goes for the diminished responsibility angle.” Anslem shrugged. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he pleads insanity. Or tries to.”
“He knew exactly what he was doing, so I’d fight that, but who knows.” Apollo exhaled heavily. The wait felt like hours but was nowhere near that, and Apollo shook his head when Ella asked if he wanted to go in before them. Jost was their son, and he knew they’d be anxious to see him. Due to their bond, Apollo knew how Jost felt, and he could feel the happiness Jost felt and knew his parents were with him.
It wasn’t long before Ella came out and told Apollo to go in. Apollo walked inside the room Jost was in and froze at the sight of him in the hospital bed. He looked tiny lying there, but when Jost smiled, Apollo rushed over and kissed him. Jost’s hand cupped his cheek, and he whispered, “They’ve given me drugs to hold back my heat. I’ll be okay until they wear off.”
“That’s good. I want you to be fully recovered.”
“I think I need to move in with you.” Jost smiled softly as he caressed Apollo’s cheek.
“You do?”
“Don’t ask me to help,” Anslem grunted. “I’m too old for that.”
“When I’m released, we’ll do it, and Dad will help.”
“I will, will I?” Anslem smiled. “As long as there is beer in the fridge, I’ll help.”
“I love you, Dad.”
Anslem rolled his eyes. “You love me now.”
Apollo chuckled, then sat on a plastic chair and watched Jost fall asleep. God, he could have lost Jost and that thought terrified him, but he had made it in time and now he could plan their future together. Apollo, Jost, and who knew how many babies? Kissing Jost’s forehead, Apollo smiled. As soon as Jost left the hospital they’d get started on those kids.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jost’sheatexplodedthroughhim as soon as the door to Apollo’s house shut behind them. Apollo growled and picked him up, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. “God, you smell so good. I need to have you now.”
Jost rubbed against Apollo, desperate for any form of friction on his hard aching cock. His heat bloomed in him, rolling under his skin, setting his body on fire. He needed Apollo in a way he’d never needed him before.
Apollo slammed them up against the closed front door, and Jost wrapped his legs around Apollo’s waist, his fingers tunnelling into Apollo’s hair so he could lift his head and kiss him. Apollo took control of the kiss, his tongue tangling with Jost’s, as his hands tugged at Jost’s jeans.
Jost wrenched his lips away, panting, “fuck me.”
Apollo dropped him down then spun him around and yanked Jost’s jeans and briefs down his thighs. Jost cried out, cold air hitting his overheated skin, his body craving what Apollo would give it. Apollo spread Jost’s cheeks apart then pushed inside, his dick sliding into Jost’s ass. Jost cried, his body shaking as Apollo pushed all the way inside.
“Apollo,” he cried, his hands sliding on the door as Apollo set a hard, fast pace, that Jost matched, their bodies slamming together, the sound echoing around the room. “More!”
Apollo’s teeth bit the flesh on Jost’s neck and Jost came, his body bowing as his orgasm crashed over him. Apollo fucked him through it then pulled out and spun Jost around. Jost squeaked when Apollo picked him up and held on as his mate ran upstairs. Seconds later he was on the bed watching Apollo strip.
Quickly removing his own clothes, Jost reached up to Apollo and groaned when his mate’s cooler skin touched his own. He was burning up inside, his heat growing stronger. Apollo’s scent overwhelmed his senses, and he spread his legs wide as Apollo settled between them. As he pushed back inside, Jost growled and bit him, then arched back as pleasure consumed him.
A few minutes later, he lay on the bed, his hands running up and down Apollo’s damp skin. The heat had eased… for now. He could still feel it, rippling under his skin.
“I should spank you,” Apollo murmured as he licked Jost’s skin.
“I had to do it.” Jost sighed softly when Apollo gently bit him. “Jenrick was mine to face, but if you feel the need to spank me then you can.”
Apollo lifted his head and Jost stared into his eyes, the pupils so wide he could barely see the color. “I need to spank you then fuck you again. God, you smell so good. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Don’t. I need you to touch me.” Jost bowed on the bed when heat pulsed through him again, signalling his heat growing.
