Page 121 of I Replaced His Husband
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Of course, I didn’t hesitate to share the news with Nathaniel, who genuinely congratulated me and even offered me a day off for such an extraordinary occasion, but I refused and finished my work instead.
Naturally, Nate spread the news instantly. Moments later, my phone was buzzing with pings, texts popping up on my screen with well-wishes from my brothers and even my cousins. Veyron and Gabriel sent funny GIFs, while my uncles, Timothy and Van, sent official congratulatory emails.
Meanwhile, I tweaked the code as time passed, and a wonderful urge to see Kay kept growing inside me.
It was like the thaw after winter, like a rising tide, like something expanding through your body in the way a good, deep stretch sends a near-endorphin rush…
I had to go to him. Something was calling me, urging me, driving me forward.
After a quick shower, I headed to his room, heart pounding with anticipation.
I opened the door, and… froze.
Kay was sitting naked on the bed, his hair loose and falling in black waves down to his hips. His head was tilted slightly, eyes watching me from beneath long lashes. He looked like something out of a dream, something untouchable. His skin was flawless and pale, his body lean and sculpted, every inch of him perfect. And his face… just a masterpiece.
"Kay."
"You once said you wanted to make love with me while my hair was down," he said, his voice soft and a little seductive. "Now’s your chance."
My eyes traveled over the silky, thick wave of ink-black hair cascading down his slender, straight back, beautifully and gracefully held as befits a model. The long strands reached all the way to his rounded buttocks.
I moved toward the bed slowly, admiring, staring, eyeing…
"You’re so stunning, Kay. I don’t even have words. It’s like you’re not from this world."
He held my gaze, and when he saw the pure awe in my eyes, his became a bit wistful. "Sometimes I hate the way I look, when it brings me fear. But knowing you like it so much… makes it easier to live with."
I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed, took his slender hand, and kissed the top of it. I felt this sudden urge to do something bold.
"Let me serve you, my prince."
He chuckled a little, probably thinking I was being cheesy, but I stayed serious. Then I made a sound, a very ancient one. The kind alpha soldiers used to make when pledging loyalty to their sovereign. It meant I was ready to protect and serve, notout of duty but out of honor. I didn’t need to explain it. All alphas and omegas instinctively understood its true meaning.
Kay's eyes widened in surprise, and he gave a bit of a shy response that meant:"Accepting the pledge."
I bowed my head and pressed his hand to my forehead, staying like that for a moment. We both felt it: the energy shift, our Bond deepening. This was more than just symbolic. I’d bound myself to him willingly, proudly.
Not many people did this anymore, but I knew my father had done it for my dad, and their relationship was rock solid. I wanted to follow in their footsteps.
Kay rested his hand gently on my head like it was some kind of blessing, or a knight’s initiation. Then his fingers slid down and softly brushed the back of my neck.
I looked up at him. He looked moved and hopeful, like he was savoring the moment. His eyes sparkled with joy. We stared at each other, holding onto that connection.
"Come to bed, my champion…" he whispered. "Your reward’s waiting," he added, with a sly little grin.
Dear Fate, I loved how cheesy we were.
So, I gave him a matching smile and nodded, and he shifted to make room for me.
This time, the sex felt different. From the moment I slid my dick into him, he wrapped his arms around my back, and I moved inside him slowly and gently, our eyes locked. It made everything feel more intimate, closer. And when he came, he actually moaned my name. That gave me a burst of intense joy, and I almost grinned, but I stopped myself, so as not to ruin the erotic mood.
Afterward, we kissed for ages. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I just kept going until our lips were sore. I drifted off for a few minutes, worn out, but was pulled back by some movement near my feet.
Still half-asleep, I cracked my eyes open a bit, not ready to fully wake up. What I saw, however, was quite fascinating.
Kay was sitting on the bed, his back to me, weaving the missing half of the nest.
