Page 40 of Tempting Frey
Unaware of what his casual statement did to me, Oliver rubbed his cheek against my shoulder. “Breeding is supposed to feel amazing.”
“I’ve heard about that,” I choked out.
I lowered him onto the sheets and spooned him before tugging the blanket over us. Oliver shifted closer, pushing his ass into my lap, and I wrapped my arm around him.
I’ll breed him soon.
“I’m so sleepy,” he murmured.
“Good. You need rest.”
“Don’t go anywhere. I needyou.”
I kissed his nape and slid my palm over his hip to his soft underbelly. “I need you too, baby.”
When I closed my eyes, I still saw him—the curve of his throat as he threw his head back, his pink nipples, the glow of his honey-and-copper hair, his pale lashes quivering, his parted lips forming anOas he came on my cock…
Oliver was my mate, and I was going to get him pregnant.
My cock gave a hopeful throb.
Scary, difficult things lurked in the back of my mind, threatening to ruin my bliss. We’d have to tell Oliver’s parents, and with how protective Chickie was of his youngest son… Would I lose his trust and friendship?
I knew I didn’t deserve Oliver, but I’d claimed him anyway. Against a damned wall. I hoped like hell Chickie would never find out about that particular detail.
Yet my alpha insisted none of that mattered. Oliver slept in my arms, naked and smelling of heat, and I drank him in with my entire soul. With my palms on his skin, I soaked up his warmth. I listened to his breaths, and I watched his chest rise and fall. I inhaled his scent, for once not trying to avoid it. I drew it into my lungs greedily as if it could sustain me.
My mate was here, and he was impeccable. Everything made perfect sense now—why it had been so hard to avoid him and purge him from my memory. I hadn’t wanted to date and look for some omega who could turn out to be the one because, in some hidden alcove in my mind, I’d known I belonged to Oliver.
I’d spent ages trying not to look at him too closely, as if I could have unseen his beauty. Now, I couldn’t get enough.
I mapped out the pale freckles on the bridge of his nose, counted the golden eyelashes, and marveled at the seductive curve of his upper lip. I couldn’t wait to kiss him again.
When he stirred in the early hours of the morning, I was hard for him, my balls swollen and dick aching like I hadn’t come in days. He looped his arms around my neck and kissed my beard, searching for my lips unseeingly. I nipped at his flawless upper lip, and he smiled.
“Teddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I want to make love again.”
The soft words, spoken in his low, sleep-muffled voice, made raw joy explode in my chest. And he called me Teddy.
I could smell the heat wave approaching. I rolled on top of him and took the scenic route down his body. I kissed his collarbones and nuzzled his chest, suckled on his little pink nipples, pressed open-mouthed kisses down his sternum. His body was changing for me, his pecs visibly enlarged.
He looked…ripe.
Heaven help me. I wanted to worship him and devour him at the same time.
I licked the curve below his belly button, the cushion of his underbelly like a magnet that pulled on my entire being. I grazed it with my teeth. Hidden in there was the sacred place, his womb, opening up. I couldn’t focus on that, or I’d grow a knot before I even got inside him.
“Teddy, please. Want you.”
His scent intensified, the heat wave getting stronger. Oliver spread his legs and grabbed them under his knees, unselfconsciously offering himself to me.
I could just line up and shove it in. But I’d botched his first time, and I wanted to make it up to him. I kissed the underside of his cock, then nuzzled his taint. The perfume of his fresh slick made my dick throb. When I licked over his opening, Oliver sighed.
“I love it when you kiss me there.”
