Chapter 17
OLLIE
Saying I was ready to start a family wasn't lying, per se.
I'd never considered being a father, but then, I'd never thought I would find my fated mate on a vacation trip, either.
Life was full of firsts. My bear and I hadn't sat down and deliberated over what it meant to be a father, and what that might mean for Blake and me, but that didn't mean my dick was talking for me, did it?
Fuck. Of course my dick was talking for me.
Blake's pheromones were in overdrive and his body was producing more slick than ever before.
I shimmied a few feet away on the bed, hoping for clarity, but Blake followed me, climbing onto his knees and then straddling my thighs.
He pulled me in for a deep kiss, and I was a goner.
"Mine," my bear said. "Mate. Bite. Claim. Family."
He'd been filling my head with the other four words all week. Family was new. Was this his way of telling me he wanted cubs with Blake?
"Family," he insisted again.
I wasn't ready to be a father yet, but I was totally on board with being a doting mate to my gorgeous omega. Blake broke our kiss, gasping for air. He was so beautiful like that, with his cheeks flushed above his thick stubble and his eyes dark with lust.
"Get naked while I find what we need."
He whined but complied, rolling off me and flopping down onto the bed. His fingers worked the button of his jeans, and then he shoved them down his legs, taking his underwear and both socks off before starting in on his shirt.
Right. I was supposed to be finding the condoms. The shiny new box wasn't even open yet. Irritated with the little sticker over the flap, I partially shifted my hand and sliced through it with a claw. The economy pack would last through Blake's heat, right? If it didn't …
I squinted my eyes shut and shook my head to dislodge thoughts of a potential future.
We were here, now, and Blake needed me to help him through his heat.
If the condom broke, or we ran out, we would deal with it.
Until then, my mate was in my home, in my bed, and in heat.
He needed me. My bear, my knot, and I were up for the challenge.
"How long do your heats usually last?"
Blake's hands came around my chest, and he started undoing the buttons on my flannel. "The first one was two days, and I've been suppressing them ever since." He sighed. "I'll probably need to take Monday off, though."
He was so warm from his heat, I felt cold when he pulled away. I finished removing my shirt, pants, underwear, and socks while he dug his phone from the pocket of his jeans.
"One sec. Need to message my supervisor."
"You're still really lucid for someone experiencing their first heat in years."
His joyful laugh filled my lungs with something lighter than air, buoying me while I searched under my bed for the box of toys.
Despite what he said, he would probably still need the toys, especially when my cock was too chafed to continue.
I'd helped a few omegas through heat sex before, and I was never enough to satisfy them.
"Mate," my bear reminded me. Okay, then. If heat sex was different with my mate, we would find out. Until then, I wanted to be prepared for anything. I grabbed the shoebox with both hands and shuffled backward on my knees.
"Okay, that's done."
Before I had the box free of the bed, Blake goosed me, sending the lid and a small vibrator flying. "Whatcha got there?"
I pulled the box the rest of the way out. Inside were two dildos, one with an inflatable knot and the other with a sloped knot for easier insertion. The egg vibrator was now sitting in a dust mote, but the box of three adjustable vibrators was still intact.
"How many omegas have you helped through their heats?" Blake's tone had an edge of anger to it.
"Four." I exhaled through my nose, but it did nothing to remove my frustration. "I was never enough for them, which is why I'm getting this out."
Blake's arms snaked around my chest, and he flattened along my back. His breath tickled my nape, and then he kissed me there, sending ripples of desire shooting to my cock. "I'm … I'm not … okay, I'm a little jealous. A lot jealous."
I sat back on my knees and pulled him around me until he straddled my lap. "You have no reason to be jealous. They were construction buddies who needed some help, nothing more."
"You work with them?" His voice squeaked into another octave, reminding me of my mom when she was pissed.
"Yeah."
He chuffed a laugh against my chest, and a puff of air ghosted over my nipple. My whole body tingled. I needed to be inside him, soon.
"You must have a very different code of conduct than we do at the call center. If I slept with someone at work, even a fellow customer service rep, they would fire me so fast …"
"That's shitty. No wonder you suppress your heats."
He nodded. "The first one was pretty bad. I don't remember most of it, but the cramping was excruciating."
I grabbed his ass and rolled onto the balls of my feet, adjusting him in my arms before I lifted him into the air.
"Fuck, you're strong." He grabbed my shoulders and peppered kisses along my jaw. "I don't want you to be gentle. Give me everything you've got."
"I'm a bear shifter," I reminded him. "I could break you in half."
He grinned at me. "You won't, though."
I laid him on the bed and climbed on top of him, kissing my way up his chest to the divot between his collarbones. "I won't hurt you."
He slid his fingers into my hair and tugged hard enough to make it burn. "I trust you. Make it good for both of us. No holding back."
I pressed my lips against the crease between his neck and shoulder, the place my bear wanted to bite and claim him. I hummed, and Blake squirmed beneath me.
"Fuck!" He tugged on my hair until I lifted my head to look at him. "What was that? What did you just do?"
"That's where I'll mark you when you're ready to be my mate."
He blinked up at me. "Now. Do it now."
"No. You're in heat, and you don't know what you're saying."
He brought his knee up dangerously close to my balls. "I know exactly what I'm saying."
"We've known each other for three weeks."
He sighed, and his leg slid back down the bed to flop against mine. "Right. Fuck." He snorted a laugh and released his grip on my hair, lowering his hands to my chest to play with my nipples instead.
I smashed my head into the pillow beside him and ground my cock against his hip. I was already losing control, and I hadn't gotten anywhere near his ass yet.
"No more talk of biting, marking, or claiming for at least a month." My voice sounded strained.
"Yup. None." Blake continued to rub my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Each stroke made my cock twitch.
If only my bear would comply. I ran my tongue over the spot he wanted to claim, but that wasn't enough. I sucked Blake's skin into my mouth, laving it with my tongue so I wouldn't be tempted to bite.
Blake moaned and dropped his hands to my hips, holding me in place while he thrust against me. "Please. Need you inside me."
Right. I wasn't supposed to be hanging out by Blake's neck. He needed my tongue, and then my cock, in his ass.
His skin tasted like spring strawberries and sugar, and I couldn't get enough. I skimmed my teeth over his nipple, and he thrust against my chest. "Fuck, Ollie! Hurry up!"
I kissed my way down to his navel, making him writhe and moan with each touch. I loved how responsive he was. I kissed the tip of his cock, and it bumped against my chin.
"Shit! Sorry!"
I pinned his hips to the bed and shoved his legs out of the way with my shoulders.
He gazed at me, his pupils already blown with desire.
I licked a stripe up his cock and blew on it.
He moaned, and a thick bead of precome dripped to his abdomen.
I licked it up before sucking his cockhead into my mouth and swallowing around him.
"Fuck!" Blake arched off the bed, jamming his cock down my throat. I swallowed around him, making him moan, before releasing him with a pop. Adjusting my grip to the underside of his thighs, I spread his legs farther apart to give me access to my destination.
Blake's balls and thighs were shiny with slick, and a wet spot had formed beneath him on the thin blanket I kept on top of my winter comforter.
He looked completely debauched already, his face and neck flushed pink, his nipples perked, and his cock trailing a line of precome into his trimmed pubic hair.
He looked every bit like an omega in heat.
I sat back and admired my handiwork. I'd done that. He'd stepped out of his car and immediately went into heat, either from my pheromones, our mate connection sensing we were together again, or both. My head swam with lust for my gorgeous and needy mate.
I couldn't wait to fill him up, but first, I needed to get him ready.
Sinking back onto my knees, I blew on his cock again, loving how it bobbed and landed with a wet slap.
I licked up his precome, including the trail to his cockhead.
Reluctantly, I let him go after only one circle of my tongue around the tip.
It was fun to torment him like that, but I had a far more important task before me.
With no preamble, I flattened my tongue and licked over his tight pucker, making him gasp and writhe. My fingers dug into his thighs hard enough to leave bruises, but he continued to try to ride my tongue.
"Stop, or you'll hurt yourself."
"Feels so fucking good," he said. "Keep going!"
I knew what he wanted, but I had needs, too.
His slick tasted like sweet nectar, and I drank my fill, first drawing each of his balls into my mouth to suck them clean and then cleaning his thighs and taint.
Finally, I dropped my chin to the bed and licked up all the excess slick dripping from his hole.
Only then did I roll my tongue to a point and spear it inside him.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Blake dug his fingers into the blanket on either side of his hips, his fingernails scraping against the fabric as I continued to hollow him out. His tight ring of muscle relaxed in stages, becoming looser and looser until I could shove a finger in beside my tongue.
I pulled back and shoved another finger inside him. "You're so fucking wet."
"Ready. Please."
"Not yet. Remember what you said about my cock?"
He chuffed a high, breathy laugh. "It's as big as you are. That's why I need it inside me."
Our cocks were about the same length, but mine was almost as big around as a soda can, and that was before the knot. "I don't want to hurt you." I worked in a third finger, stretching him open until he relaxed around me. "That's it."
"Please, Ollie. The cramps are starting."
His channel clamped around my fingers, squeezing them together at the base and further up. Slick coated my fingers when I pulled them out of him.
"Shit. Condom."
"I can do it." Blake opened the foil packet with his teeth. He made quick work of twisting the tip and sliding the thin material onto my hard length. I helped, coating the condom with his slick while securing it against my balls. If it didn't move during sex, it would contain my knot.
"Are you ready?"
"I've been ready." Blake's voice was low and harsh. He grabbed his knees and held his legs apart as though daring me to get in or get out. It was my bed, my room, and my house, so there was no turning back now.
I lined up with his slick hole and pushed my way in. His warm heat swallowed me an inch at a time until I was fully seated inside him. The pressure was too good. If he had another heat spasm before I was ready, he would push me over the edge before I had a chance to move.
I spread out on top of him, propping myself up on my elbows. Leaning down, I found his mouth with mine. He licked eagerly at my lips, cleaning up the traces of slick that remained. He returned his focus to my mouth, slipping his tongue inside at the same time he rolled his hips beneath me.
I moaned into his mouth as I pulled back, and he whimpered into mine when I thrust into him. I broke the kiss, my breath already coming in harsh pants. I'd barely done anything.
"It's too good. I'm not gonna last."
"You think I am?" Blake's laughter sounded wet and broken. "What you did with your tongue … I could come from that alone. But not now."
"No," I agreed. "Not now."
I slid my knees beneath him, pulling him up onto my lap and driving my cock against his prostate. He cried out, "Yes. That. More."
I kept going, drilling into him until sweat ran down my face and shoulders, dripping off my chin and elbows. My legs shook as I neared the edge. In my haste, I forgot all about being careful. Instead of crying out in pain, Blake rolled his hips, allowing my cock to sink deeper with each thrust.
"I need to come," he whined. "Please. May I …
" He slid his hand from his knee to his cock, but I batted it away and curled my fingers around his hard length, collecting his precome.
I circled it around the tip, and he curled in on himself, almost butting heads with me.
His cock kicked in my hand, and ropes of white shot between us as his channel constricted around me.
"Fuck, Blake, you feel so good."
He continued to roll his hips, meeting each of my thrusts, even when I lost my rhythm. My cock pulsed repeatedly inside the condom, and I rocked against Blake, trying to bury myself deeper inside my mate. I wanted to stay there forever.