Two Wrong Turns (Love Sync Mates Season Two #9)

Chapter 10

Nolan

My mouth watered at the sight of my mate. His back was arched just right, his knees spread wide enough to give me everything.

I saw all of him. Every inch.

“You want to be bred?” I growled as I surged forward, dragging him back inside the house and into the bedroom.

He’d said he wanted me. Used his words to make me think he might want me. Still, I questioned how aware he was. My worst fear was this being a haze caused by his heat. If he woke up later and hated me for what we’d done, I’d hate myself for all eternity.

I tore my clothes off, throwing them around the room haphazardly. Who cared where any of it ended up? None of it mattered when my perfect mate was in need.

Leaning over his form, I trailed my nose up his shoulder until I reached his neck. The scent was stronger there, which had my bear rumbling to bite, mark, claim.

Soon, I promised him.

He settled some, allowing the more human part of me to step forward. I placed my hands on Barrett’s hips, holding him steady as I began to examine his body.

If he was truly my mate and in heat, there’d be slick to coat his body. Science, or maybe Fate’s magic, made it happen to any Alpha mate to ensure there was lubrication in place. I think whatever the reason, it made sense because no one ever wanted to stop to hunt down lube.

When I leaned down for a closer look, I saw the shining slick coating his cheeks and dripping onto the ground. I dropped my head against one side of his ass while I forced myself to take another deep breath.

A whine brought me right back into the thick of it before I had enough time to cool off. I growled as I rose over him again.

Knowing there was no more time to waste, I rubbed my length in the mess pouring from his body. At my touch, even more poured out. I swiped it up, adding it to what I’d already coated myself with.

“You’re making a mess back here, mate,” I said. “I bet you feel empty too, don’t you?”

He nodded quickly, his head burrowing deeper into the bed. “Please, Alpha.”

There was no real need to delay any further. I eased the head of my dick to his hole, pressing forward in a slow, steady pace.

As I knew it would, his hole spread open and welcomed me with no trouble at all. The mate connection truly was a powerful thing. He might have felt a slight bit of discomfort, but he didn’t let out a single whine or cry of pain.

His breathing picked up once I was all the way inside. I felt every bit of movement he made, including the shiver that racked him when my hands squeezed his hips firmly.

“I’m going to move now. You’re going to let me breed you properly aren’t you?”

“Yes, Alpha. Then you’ll bite me too, yeah? I want to wear your bite.”

My cock jumped at the picture his words painted. He moaned deeply with the movement. I felt the grin on my face, and I was thankful he couldn’t see it. I had to look two seconds away from feral with the way my blood was pumping.

“You want my bite, mate?”

He whimpered as his head bobbed. “Please!”

“Then you’ll get it. No need to beg, though you’re beautiful when you do.”

I felt the way his body melted at the praise. My mate needed reassurance, a task I was more than willing to commit to.

And he needed to be filled.

Admittedly, I was just as eager to fuck him. I would have been the one begging if I’d been deep in a rut. His haze didn’t necessarily change him. It only made his desires come out more easily. It made him unapologetically the horny omega he’d become when our mate bond brought him to me.

Not wanting to waste another second, I pulled my hips back before slamming them forward. The movement was punctuated with a cry of relief. I groaned at the sound. It only fueled my desire to claim him, knowing how good he felt stuffed with my dick.

I built a slow pace, making sure to thrust hard enough so he felt every inch of me, yet not so fast that I slipped into a rut. Only one of us needed to get lost this first time.

Besides, I wanted to remember every second of our first time together. It would forever be the memory that solidified our bond. The memory of me giving him exactly what he needed: my dick and my bite.

My bear clawed at my chest, eager to take that final step. The human side of me was greedy. I knew the minute I bit him, my knot would swell, and we’d both come. The connection would remain, but the heat of it all, the rising passion, would simmer down.

I didn’t want it to. I couldn’t imagine breaking contact with him. I couldn’t fathom not sinking into this warm, wet heat. Feeling his slick pour from him, coating my dick and balls. Feeling him make a complete mess of me while begging for more.

“Alpha!” he whined. “Bite!”

The force with which my bear surged forward was startling. He rarely pushed his way through so completely, but I’d clearly taken too long for his liking.

Before I knew it, my mouth was latched onto his neck in that juncture where it met his shoulder, and my teeth were sinking in. I tasted his blood, the iron tangy on my tongue. As I swallowed it down, the bond clicked into place.

There was a flash of color, then it was as if a door opened to the most beautiful place in the world. It was all bright lights, soft music, and excitement.

Joy.

So much joy.

And nervousness.

I could see the shadows of worry mixing with his lighter elements. My mate was a true fucking masterpiece. With all this inside him, it’s no wonder he’s such a skilled artist.

“Mate,” I growled once I pulled my teeth from his skin. I licked the wound until it began to close.

He sighed contently. It was then I realized my knot had slipped inside him. I’d been so caught up in his colorful aura I’d missed the powerful orgasms we’d shared. While I hated to miss it, exploring who he was to his core felt like a gift I needed to enjoy.

We’d get the chance to knot again. And with access to him through our bond, I could bask in his colorful world too.

My point was, he was more than a place to sink my knot.

I wanted to be one with his soul, wanted to let him know he had me in every single way. Which is why I brought my hand to his mouth.

“Bite me, mate. Make it so you feel all of me too.”

If he’d been a shifter, he’d have already done so. Humans didn’t have the same instincts. They also didn’t have the sharpest teeth, meaning it took him a bit of work to get through my thicker skin.

When he did though, it was like another burst of pleasure tore through me. This time, I was fully coherent, and he seemed lost in a daze. My knot pulsed as more of my cum sank into his womb.

I recalled what the doctor said about him being fertile. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be pregnant after this.

And if he wasn’t, well, I intended to keep him pretty full of me until I had to get back to work. Even then, I had enough sick time to take a couple of days. Freshly mated couples typically took time off to ensure they nurtured the bond. Why couldn’t I do the same?

Decision made, I began planning all the ways we’d spend the next few days together. While keeping him knotted was a priority, I also needed to keep him fed as well. My mate deserved a belly full of food and a plugged ass full of cum.

Yeah, I was all about balance.

Speaking of balance, mine was getting shaky the longer I tried to keep us upright. I eased us down to lay sideways on the bed. It was a normal spooning position, however, with us being knotted, it felt like so much more.

“Mate?”

He hummed sleepily. It was an adorable noise.

“Are you sleepy? Would you like to rest?”

I got a nod that time, without a verbal reply. Waiting another moment, I opened my mouth to speak, only to snap it shut at the sound of his gentle snores.

I’d worn him out.

Snagging the blanket from the end of the bed, I tugged it up and over us. Barrett wiggled a big, then moaned in his sleep. My adorable mate wasn’t used to being locked on a knot while trying to rest. It was going to be an interesting nap for us both.

I shifted a bit until I had him pulled against me just right. With my arm around his waist, I kept us connected as I allowed myself to relax against him. Sleep would come for me eventually. Until then, I would bask in the beauty of our bond.

Fate had blessed me in the best of ways. I’d be foolish not to appreciate every second I could.