Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Bennett
I could still taste Peter’s delectable sweetness on my tongue when the car parked at the end of the long driveway. My aching erection was confined to my pants, but it’d be free soon enough.
“Let me put my clothes back on,” Peter said, sounding shy as he reached for his shirt.
“No need,” I told him. “I’ll carry you straight to my bedroom.”
His eyes went wide as plates. “C-carry me? What about your neighbors? I’ll flash them!”
I grinned. “I don’t have neighbors, Peter. Look out the window.”
He blinked, then peered up against the glass. All he saw was the front entrance to my three-story home surrounded by a beautifully landscaped front garden. Behind us lay the driveway running down the hill’s slope. It was perfectly private.
“Whoa,” Peter said, awed.
“See? No danger of anybody being flashed.” I grinned wider. “Except for me.”
Peter snorted in amusement. “Well, what about Winston? He’s nice and all, but we just met. I don’t think he wants to see my bare butt.”
I rapped my knuckles once against the separation screen. Winston rolled it down an inch, enough for our voices to carry properly.
“You can shut off the car, Winston,” I said. “Take a coffee break, then come back and park it in ten minutes.”
“Of course, sir.”
He killed the engine, then opened and shut the driver’s door. I watched him disappear into the side door of the house with a pep in his step. Winston loved his coffee.
Turning back to Peter, I asked, “Comfortable now?”
He nodded, blushing wildly. “Um, are you sure you want to carry me? I’m not that light.”
“Doubting me again, I see,” I teased. “What’d I say about that?”
He lowered his gaze, though he was smiling shyly. Then he repeated my words: “‘Don’t you worry about what I can and can’t handle.’”
“Exactly.”
I pressed a kiss to his forehead, then slipped my arms beneath his back and thighs, and lifted him with ease. Peter gawked as I unlatched the door and stepped out into the cool evening air.
“Okay, I’m never doubting you again,” he promised. Then he shivered, pressing closer to my chest. “I am a little cold, though.”
I almost shifted to keep him warm, but it was quicker to rush him inside. My barghest instincts disliked seeing my mate in discomfort for even a second.
“Better?” I asked as we stood in the front foyer.
Peter smiled, content in my arms. “Uh huh.” He looked around with curious blue eyes. “Wow, your place is nice.”
“Our place,” I corrected.
He stared at me and sputtered, “W-what?”
I chuckled as I made my way towards the bedroom. “You’re my mate, Peter. Isn’t it obvious I’d want you to live with me?”
He gave me a look of utter fondness. Happiness radiated from him. Captivated by his sweet face, I pressed another kiss to his lips.
“This all still feels like a dream. Probably because I’m naked,” Peter said with a laugh. “But I believe it’s real now.”
I smirked at him. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll be naked soon enough, too.”
His eyes lit up with anticipation. Just in time, I entered the bedroom. Peter had a couple seconds to admire the spacious area before I plopped him on the California king bed. His pale skin glowed like moonlight against the dusky blue comforter. His body was so alluring, I couldn’t resist climbing on top of him to straddle his waist. I felt his spent cock stir back to life and poke against the ass of my jeans.
“Do I finally get to see you naked?” Peter teased.
A smirk toyed at my lips. “If you insist...”
Braced on my knees, I removed my shirt. Peter stared hungrily at my bare chest. He trembled with anticipation, like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me.
I held his gaze as I thumbed the button to my jeans open and sensually undid the zipper. Peter’s eyes flickered like fire. His carnal desire was clear as day.
It was rude to keep my mate waiting, so I ditched the rest of my clothes. Peter’s awed reaction to my cock got a chuckle out of me. His jaw dropped, wonderstruck.
“Whew,” he said, gulping. “That’s...”
“Too big?”
He shook his head slowly and licked his lips. “Just right.”
Peter lunged forward to return the favor. His enthusiasm would’ve made me laugh if his hot lips on my cock hadn’t made me moan instead. Electric currents of pleasure surged up my spine. I groaned, letting Peter know how amazing he felt. He was sloppy and excited, drooling all over my shaft as he explored every inch of my skin.
As much as I’d love to blow my load across his chest, I had bigger plans. We had all the time in the world to have fun with each other’s bodies, but there was something I wanted to discuss above all else.
Peter blinked in confusion as I shuffled my position and withdrew my cock from his mouth. He looked disappointed. “Was I doing a bad job?” he asked with a pout.
“No, my love,” I reassured with a smile. “I’m switching positions. But there’s something I need to ask you.”
He nodded, then flashed an adorable smile. “Sure. What is it?”
My barghest soul bristled with eager fondness. The great beast wanted to emerge and cuddle Peter.
“I’ve always wanted to start a family,” I began. “Is that something you’re?—”
“Oh my god,” Peter blurted, overflowing with excitement. “Do you want kids, too?”
I was stunned that I didn’t even get to finish my question before he cut me off with the best response I could hope for.
“Well, that answers my question,” I said with a laugh.
“I was an only child, but I had lots of cousins,” Peter said, a wistful look in his eyes. “I was always so jealous of them. They always had somebody , you know?”
“So, you’re saying you want multiple kids.”
He grinned sheepishly. “If that’s okay with you?”
Overcome with love, I leaned over to kiss him. “It’s what I’ve always wanted, Peter,” I whispered in his ear. “My fated mate.”
I felt him shiver, then arch his back invitingly. The rich smell of his arousal reached me like the scent trail of freshly baked cookies in the kitchen—sweet, delicious, and impossible to resist.
A barghest’s hungry growl escaped me. My adoration and lust for my mate burned like a bonfire in my soul. I soothed my inner beast—we’d satisfy our urge to breed soon enough.
Peter parted his legs. His motions were slow but languid, his thighs shaky but eager. My gaze snapped to his exposed hole.
A pulse of hot arousal stabbed me. Peter’s entrance was slick and ready. Fluid trickled down his cheeks, and his pink hole twitched as if inviting me closer.
My cock was already hard, but seeing Peter’s body so open and willing made it throb. I rubbed his thighs with my palms as I moved close enough to touch him. The head of my cock grazed against his hole, making Peter shudder.
I blew out a ragged breath and grasped his legs. “I’m going inside.”
Peter nodded profusely. “Please.”
His enthusiasm sent a spark of excitement through me. I loved that my mate wanted this as badly as I did.
I groaned in pleasure as I breached Peter’s hole. The ring of muscle was tight and hot, yet pliant as it yielded for my cock. Peter’s mouth opened soundlessly as he tossed his head to the side, breathing slow and steady.
“Oh, that feels so good,” Peter murmured. His speech was slightly slurred from arousal.
Ecstasy prickled my skin. I pressed in deeper. Despite Peter’s tightness, he opened up for me like a flower greeting the sun. He craved me; I sensed it. The feeling was mutual.
Canting my hips, I held Peter’s thighs in place while I plunged deeper inside him. His thin whines blossomed into thick, wanton wails. Sweat glistened on his skin. His frame twitched and arched to meet me halfway. Soon he bucked his hips in time with my thrusts, slow at first, yet gaining momentum fast until we both panted for breath.
“Bennett,” my mate moaned, intoxicated by pleasure.
“I’m here, Peter,” I promised in a gruff voice. The words were interspersed with thrusts. “I’ll always be here.”
Peter whimpered with happiness. I saw a cute smile peek out of his sweaty, lewd expression.
“Breed me,” he added in a choked cry. “Please.”
A shiver rolled down my spine. “Believe me, I will,” I growled.
I grabbed Peter’s hips and hiked his body as close as physically possible. My balls slapped against his ass with each thrust. His hole was dripping wet and stretched to its limit, yet perfectly suited for my cock.
My barghest rumbled with satisfaction. Now that Peter accepted that he was my fated mate, I could fully claim him as my omega.
“You want me to breed you?” I asked, huffing as I slammed into him.
“Fuck yes,” Peter cried. “I need it, Bennett.”
I grabbed Peter’s back and pulled him up so we were pressed chest to chest. He was hot, sweat-damp, and so fucking soft. He nestled his face into the crook of my neck as I fucked him.
“I love you,” I growled into his ear.
Peter brightened, cuddling closer. “I love you, too.”
With a few final bucks of my hips, I barrelled over the edge. My muscles tensed; my balls tightened. A raw cry tore from my throat as I plunged my cock into my mate’s depths and flooded him with cum. Peter threw his arms around my neck, moaning in pleasure as he was filled to the brim.
A few blissful moments passed. Our ragged breathing was the only sound breaking the near silence. Peter clung to me like a baby koala, cuddly and limp. I stroked his back, content to hold him and breathe his wonderful scent.
“That was amazing,” Peter murmured. His voice was tender and sweet—fully content.
I kissed his cheek, which was just as soft and fuzzy as the peach it resembled. “Really was,” I agreed. “You know what the best part is?”
“What?” he asked, eyes widening excitedly.
I grinned. “We get to do that anytime we want.”
Peter gasped like he genuinely hadn’t thought of that. “Oh, you’re right!” He sighed wistfully. “This really is like a dream... except I won’t wake up from it and be disappointed, because it’s real. So, when can I move in?”
“Say the word and I’ll hire movers to bring your stuff ASAP.”
Peter flashed his best impression of puppy dog eyes at me. “You are so cool, Bennett. I can’t believe you’re my mate.”
My heart fluttered. He was always going on about me, but did he have any clue how cute he was?
Peter yawned and slumped down into bed. I was glad to see him make himself at home. I laid down behind him, taking the role of the big spoon. Peter sighed and snuggled closer. Then a moment later, he wriggled his bum against me with a mischievous grin.
I snorted. “Want round two already?”
He poked his tongue out playfully. “I mean... now that you’re offering...”
My cock stirred back to life.