Chapter Seventeen
Kane
February twenty-first. Moving day. Just as my relationship with Desmond had developed quickly, so had the idea of us buying a house together.
On New Year’s Day, after we’d finally sat down to eat, we talked a lot.
About what we wanted and our future together.
One thing we discussed was buying a house together.
I gave my notice to the lady who owned the brownstone, and my boyfriend sold his condo on Mazzo Place back to Adan Records.
He wasn’t my mate yet, had wanted to wait until we had a house together to finalize our union.
All my attempts at trying to get him to sink his fangs into me proved unsuccessful.
“I think the movers just took the last box.” Desmond leaned against the doorframe into my apartment—for only one more week—with the sleeves of his plaid flannel shirt rolled up, his arms crossed, and one leg in front of the other.
It was a look that made me want to drag him inside and have him fuck me over the counter since I no longer had any furniture there.
Anything to feel the completeness of our fated bond.
But we didn’t have time. We had to meet the movers at our house, the place we got possession of three days earlier, and had spent every evening since scrubbing room by room to prepare for our move.
The day had come, and we had very little to do, with Desmond’s grandparents insisting on hiring movers for us since no one wanted to help us move.
Not in February, the coldest month of the year.
We hadn’t thought about that in our rush to live together, only about finding a place that was new for both of us.
Luckily, the sun was shining as Desmond drove us to our house, a bungalow on the east side of the city only a block from Vista Park. It had a fenced yard and an elementary school nearby. The perfect location to raise the family we often talked about.
We pulled into the driveway just as the moving truck parked out front. My brother and sister had stayed at our new place to sort out Desmond’s labeled boxes from his condo and transfer them into the appropriate room.
Within two hours, we had all our belongings inside our new house or out in the garage. Our bed was set up so we had a place to sleep that night, and we had one box of kitchenware unpacked. Enough so we could spend the night without having to empty any other cartons of our stuff.
That night, as I crawled into bed, I expected Desmond to make our union official. I curled up next to him, naked to make the process that much faster. I wanted to be his. Instead, I fell asleep in his arms.
“Good morning, my omega.”
I opened my eyes to find Desmond on his hands and knees above me. Reaching for my neck, I felt for puncture holes, thinking that I’d slept through our mating, but didn’t find any. “Still not your mate?” I pouted, every part of me wanting the ultimate connection with him.
He chuckled and tilted his head. “I wanted you to be awake when I make you mine. You zonked out as soon as you closed your eyes, and I wasn’t long after you.”
“Okay, can we do it now?” I expected to be exhausted that night with so many more boxes to unpack and our usual biweekly dinner at my parents’ house. We alternated going there and to Desmond’s grandparents’.
He kissed my nose. “I was hoping you would want that. I’m already so hard for you.”
Reaching for his cock, I winked at him. “You sure it’s not morning wood?”
“I’ve already used the bathroom.” He rocked into my palm. “I just want you.”
“Take me. Have me.” I raised my hips to feel his shaft between my legs. “I’m all yours, my alpha.”
He softly growled. “I love it when you call me that.” Lowering to his forearms, he kissed me, his lips pleading for entrance.
Even having just woken, my need was overpowering. I opened to him, my mouth, my body, and my heart. I’d never wanted anyone or anything more than to be his. So close, yet still too far away.
He held my face between his hands, stealing my breath and my thoughts with every deep kiss.
Only desire remained. I grabbed his hips and wrapped my legs around his thighs, rocking against him. “Please.”
“Mm, in time.” He kissed his way down my body, so painfully slow that I pushed on his shoulders.
“C’mon, Des. You don’t have to go through all this. I’m already slick for you. Please, fuck me already.”
His smile curved higher on one side as his eyes sparkled. “I like when you’re needy like this, but I’m not done with you yet.”
I whimpered as he kneeled between my legs, lifting them up over his shoulders. “See how wet I am for you?”
He ran his thumb around my fleshy hole. “I can feel it, see it, and smell you. It’s all for me.”
I saw the flash of fangs in his mouth before he buried his head between my legs and plunged his tongue past my tight hole.
Gripping the bed sheets, I moaned and closed my eyes tight. Stars danced behind my eyes as he licked and teased. So torturous.
When he lowered my hips, I was glad for the brief break before he lined up his tip to my opening and plunged deep inside.
Lightning shot up my back and my whole body tensed. I grabbed his back, digging my fingernails into his skin. Such a concentrated feeling, I didn’t know whether it was pain or pleasure.
As he began to rock in and out, the sensations heightened. My head pulsed, the pleasure so sharp, I expected my brain to explode.
“Do you like this, omega?”
I couldn’t talk, only nodded, and was positive his fangs were elongated, ready to mark me as his mate. I tilted my head to the side, hoping the exposed skin of my neck would attract his attention.
He sucked in a breath. “All that bare flesh for me to leave my mark.” His words were slurred with the length of his fangs. “I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes,” I hissed, pulling him onto me. With the sharp pinch of his teeth puncturing my skin, I cried out yet held him tight against me. Fire shot through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. My release exploded between us, and my brain short-circuited, “mate” the only word on my mind.
When I was able to form thoughts again, Desmond plunged in and out of me with a wild frenzy in his eyes. My blood was on his teeth and dripping down his chin. With a hard thrust, he howled, sending his seed deep inside me.
Panting hard, he glanced down at me and ran his thumb over my cheek. “My beautiful mate.” Then he stilled, his eyes going wide. “I’ve knotted in you. I’m sorry. I know we discussed having children, but I didn’t think to use a condom this time. And now I’m stuck in you.”
“It’s okay. I’m still on suppressants.” I had gotten my last shot not too long beforehand.
Or had I? I tried to recall getting one since the new year but couldn’t.
“Okay, maybe not, but whatever happens, we’ll get through it.
” Needing more contact, I pulled him down on me.
The skin-to-skin contact filled my heart.
I loved my mate more than I ever thought it was possible to have that kind of affection for someone.
No matter what happened next in our lives, I never expected that to waver.
After Desmond’s knot went down, we cleaned up and started unpacking boxes. We wanted to get as much done as we could before we drove to my parents’ house and greeted my family as a newly mated couple.