Page 31 of Costume Party Crush
Chapter 11 - Kaleb
Iwas sore in the best possible way, my body telling me that I had been fucked just how I needed.
Most of the night and early part of the day was a blur of begging for Frankie’s knot, then coming thanks to it. But the heat fog had started to clear, and as I turned over, I was eager to really get a good look at my mate.
He was handsome, with thick black hair and a strong jaw. There was something familiar about him, but part of me assumed that it was because his cock had spent more time in my ass than not over the past eighteen hours.
Then his eyes opened, I saw his vibrant blue eyes, and I started laughing.
“Wasso funny?” he mumbled.
“Did you recently revamp your dating profile?” I asked.
“Yeah?” he asked, closing his eyes and pulling me close to cuddle.
God his sleepy voice was so cute.
I leaned in and nuzzled his jaw. “I think I saw you there.”
“Hmm?”
I chuckled. “Your dating profile. I was helping my friend Justin look for dates, and I saw you.”
He opened his eyes again. “Really?”
I nodded, and he smiled. “I saw you too.”
I blinked. “But I don’t have any dating profiles.”
He shook his head. “No, the newspaper article. I found that I had to read about the omega who’d painted the city hall windows.”
“Really?”
He smiled softly then kissed me. “Yep.”
“Did you know?” I asked. “That we were fated I mean.”
“No. I thought you were handsome and talented. But I didn’t think about fate.”
“Me neither,” I admitted. “I knew I had a fated mate, but I thought I would have had a stronger reaction to a photo.”
He nuzzled my face, his stubble scratching my cheek slightly. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
I hummed as I settled against him. “Yeah.”
I was with my mate. That was what mattered.
∞∞∞
“How was it?” Justin asked as I approached his table at a coffee shop.
I took a seat gingerly, my body still protesting using my ass for more than fucking.
“That good, huh?” he chuckled, noting how careful I was.
I smiled. “Heat sex? Great. Mating during heat sex?” I chuckled. “I don’t think there’s anything that can compare.”
“I’m jealous.”
