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I bite my bottom lip and shake my head, whining when he latches on to my hips to try and stop me. “I…”

“I saidtell me,” he commands, pairing that with a slap on my hip I can’t ignore.

“I’d…I’d want you to breed me,” I admit, embarrassment rushing through me. “I’d want you to own me.”

He likes that answer. He rewards me by spitting on his hand and grabbing my length. “You want my cum in that little hole?”

“God,yes.”

“Maybe you want a spanking. Maybe you’ve been a brat and need someone to put you in your place.” When I clench around him, he chuckles. “Oh, you like that idea.”

“Come in my ass, please,” I beg, feeling myself growing closer and closer to my own orgasm, but I don’t quite feel like I’ve earned it yet. Not if he doesn’t come first.

With all the strength he can muster, he seizes me by my hips and starts thrusting up at me. I’m bobbing on top of him, mumbling nonsense, whimpering as he continues to jack me, and I lose control the second I hear his telltale orgasmic moan and see his cum-drunk face. I come all over his shirt and collapse on top of him, doing some sort of preening as he rubs my back and kisses my temple.

This must be what he was saying I needed. Some affection, some tenderness after the fact, and it’s nice. Fuck that, it’s better than nice. It’s good. His gentle words in my ear and the way his fingers ghost my crack make me shiver.

“See, strength,” he whispers, kissing my ear. “You’re not weak. Now, stay here. Get some rest.”

I grumble when he gets up. He pulls the covers over me, and I find that I’m too sleepy to argue. I grab his wrist when he tries to walk into the bathroom. “We already napped today.”

“Fuck it. Take another one.” He bends down to give my forehead a kiss. “I’ll wash you up.”

And I let him take care of me. I let him spread my cheeks and clean me up. I let him take off my shirt and tuck me under his covers. I let him place me on top of his chest. I let him lull me into another dreamless sleep.

And, yeah, it’s more than nice.

Chapter 12

Carter

“Hey. You finally got over your cold?”

I smile at Ozymandias over the breakfast table. He’s looking at me with something akin to worry, his brow furrowed as he plays with his oatmeal, sheepishly biting his bottom lip. It’s just the two of us in the dining hall. Magnus and Avery were with us earlier, but they both fucked off to do one thing or another.

It’s the last day of break so Magnus wanted to sleep, and Avery said something about chickens. Weird.

“Thanks to all the medicine you’ve sent me?” I ask with a raised and teasing brow. “Yes. I think that could cure the entire third world.”

He ducks his head and scoffs. “I might have gone a bit overboard. You were just so gross.”

I roll my eyes. “Thanks.”

“So, what do you have planned for today?”

“I’m going to work—”

“Work.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Yup, I guessed it. Let’s do something else.”

I bite down on my bottom lip as I look down at his form. He looks hot. Tight black jeans, a white t-shirt that hugs all his muscles, and perfectly coiffed hair. “We could always…”

“No way,” he laughs, shaking his head as he blushes. I like that I can make him do that more and more. “You wrecked my ass last night. I need a break.”

“Interlaken is having a farmer’s market today,” I suggest, remembering that Avery had said something about it. “Do you want to go to that?”

He cringes. “Us going to a farmer’s market? That sounds like a date.”

“It’s not,” I state. “It’s just two guys going to a farmer’s market, buying some local produce, enjoying the day…” I trail off when he raises his brows, and I relent. “Yeah, okay. It sounds like a date.”

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