Page 57 of I Replaced His Husband
Trying to cut the tension and spare us all more awkwardness, I sat up and said, "You should both go. I’m feeling better already. And I’m not done here."
"Not done?" Adam echoed, totally baffled. I didn’t answer, but my silence said enough.
"Right. We’re going," he said. "But try to be smarter next time. You’re on suppressants; your glands aren’t acting normally. You don’t know how your body’s going to respond. What if you start building a resistance to the blockers? If you two turn out to be incompatible, it could screw everything up."
We all knew that sex between incompatible partners wasn’t satisfying, and there was this repelling undertone to the scent that discouraged mismatched people from reproducing. Blockers dulled that, letting people sleep together without it feeling like incest. But if the blockers wore off and revealed we weren’t a match… yeah, that’d suck. Adam wasn’t wrong.
"Sure, sure," I mumbled.
Adam and Marco left, and I was alone with Kay again. He was staring at the wall, not making any move to talk.
"Mind if I shower in here?" I asked quietly.
He nodded.
I headed into the small bathroom and took a quick shower. When I came back, he was sitting on the bed, tablet in hand.
"You only had four orgasms. If you want me to—"
"No. The wave’s over," he said flatly.
"Okay. I’m gonna sleep now. Wake me if you need anything," I murmured. I was still a little dizzy. My glands were pulsing, warm and weirdly sensitive.
I crawled into bed, my limbs heavy. The second my head hit the pillow, I was out cold.
Kay woke me up maybe three hours later, in the way that had already become another one of our routines. His hand slid over my hip, pulling me closer. Still half-asleep but fully hard, I rolled over him. He was warm, sweet-smelling, impossible to resist. I slid into him without hesitation, almost coming on the spot.
I couldn’t help whispering, "I love making love to you."
He didn’t answer, but to my quiet surprise, I felt his slender hand rest gently on my hip as I moved inside him. It was shy, new… but it was there, and it felt like it was meant to stay.
As I got closer, I whispered in his ear, "Oh, Kay, I want you so much. Always." Then I came, hard, deep inside him.
And for the first time, Kay wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as he came too.
The feeling was so sweet, so satisfying.
There was something about making love to him at night that I couldn’t get enough of. He was more vulnerable, less guarded, more open… almost like he wanted it, wantedme. And I could fall asleep holding him, wake up, and just keep loving him.
My addiction to him was only getting stronger.
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This morning, I woke up feeling weirdly excited. I stood by Kay’s bed for a while, watching him sleep while gently massaging my glands, which felt a little warmer than the rest of my skin. Kay was deep asleep, his raspberry-colored lips slightly parted, his body stretched out across the bed. I had so much energy that I decided to go for an early-morning jog to burn some of it off.
I took the long route today, running not just around the lake but also along one of the streams that fed into it. It was a nice jog. After about an hour and a half, I was almost back home with most of the run behind me when I noticed two guys sitting on a big boulder near the water. We were maybe 300 yards from the beach where Kay liked to swim.
They were both alphas—big, solid guys—facing toward Adam’s property. When they saw me, one of them tilted his head and called out, "You live at Adam Darnell’s place?"
His eyes were narrow and cold, which made me pause before answering. "Why do you want to know?"
"No reason. How’s Kay doing?"
There was something off in his voice.
"Again, why do you want to know?"
The alpha smirked. "Why not? He’s a lonely, very pretty omega without his alpha. I was… friends with his husband. I have a right to know what’s going on."
