Chapter 8
8
T his was it.
This was what Bracken had been missing.
He’d been right to go down those stairs tonight.
Right to demand what was his.
He was so full now.
So perfectly full, stuffed full of Tanner’s cock.
Tanner might not have had a fae alpha’s knot, but his mortal appendage was girthy enough that Bracken didn’t miss it.
Especially in this position, where Tanner was pressed so deep within him.
And the way Tanner held him, so strong and sure.
The way he took charge of Bracken’s body and rained pleasure upon it.
He was moving his hips in a slow, deep grind, holding Bracken down to make sure he got every inch.
It was perfect.
How did Tanner always know what would feel best?
Whimpers poured out of Bracken’s mouth.
He couldn’t have stopped them, even if he wanted to.
“T-Tanner?”
“Yes, sweetheart?” Tanner asked.
His voice was gruff, almost a growl.
Bracken loved it.
He loved that he’d made it sound that way, rough with desire.
Desire for him .
Tanner kept kissing Bracken’s neck and shoulders, his mouth warm and wet and perfect.
But Bracken wanted more of him.
He wanted as much as he could get.
“Touch me. All of me. Please.”
“ Yes , baby.” Tanner obeyed, his hands wandering everywhere.
Thumbing at Bracken’s nipples, stroking over his belly, Tanner’s hips rocking all the while.
Finally a hot hand circled Bracken’s cock, stroking it with the same perfect, slow rhythm.
It was so good.
Overwhelmingly good.
Bracken might cry again.
But eventually it wasn’t enough.
Something was—Bracken needed something.
He didn’t know what.
He just kept asking for, “More. More. Please .”
“Sh, sweetheart,” Tanner crooned, thumbing at the sensitive head of Bracken’s cock.
“I’ve got you.”
Tanner shifted them forward, placing Bracken back onto his hands and knees.
He drove into him roughly, a new forcefulness to his movements.
His rhythm was still slow and steady, but he was putting his weight into it, getting so deep.
The sound of squelching slick filled the air obscenely.
Firm hands ran over Bracken’s back, squeezing his ass, petting his hips.
Tanner fingered the chain along Bracken’s belly.
“Gods, I love all your pretty baubles.”
Bracken tried to say something snarky about commenting on jewelry at a time like this, but he could only manage a low moan.
He was— He was?—
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. I promise.”
So Bracken did, his body shattering into pieces as he came with a strangled sob.
Tanner’s rhythm finally faltered, his hips meeting Bracken’s ass in a few more deep, desperate grinds before filling him up.
Bracken’s arms gave out, and he would have collapsed on the bed, but Tanner was already there, catching him and shifting them both so that Bracken was on his side, Tanner spooning behind him.
And while Bracken was still limp as a noodle, the act of coitus didn’t seem to have diminished Tanner’s interest any.
He kept kissing every bit of skin he could reach, and Bracken could only giggle almost deliriously at the tickling touch.
Eventually something hard grew against his bottom.
“Again?” Bracken asked, impressed in spite of himself.
He should have known though.
Tanner’s stamina had never been in question.
Tanner pressed a kiss to Bracken’s shoulder.
“If you’re not too tired.”
Heat swirled low in Bracken’s belly.
“No, not too tired.”
Tanner’s calloused hand shifted Bracken’s top leg forward, and then he was pressing in, just as determined and relentless as ever.
Gods, that felt nice.
Tanner moved in a gentle rocking motion as he continued to caress Bracken’s skin, tilting Bracken’s head back again and again for long, slow kisses.
When Bracken was fully hard again, mewling into Tanner’s mouth, Tanner drew back, pausing the roll of his hips, ignoring Bracken’s whine of protest.
He met Bracken’s gaze, stroking his cheek.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured, reverence in his voice.
“That fate brought you back to me.”
“Y-You’re lucky I am,” Bracken managed to say, squirming his hips, trying to entice Tanner into moving.
“You knocked me up and never called once.”
Tanner grinned.
“You left in the middle of the night.”
“You should be ashamed.”
“I slipped you my number. I found it crumpled in the trash the next morning.”
“A hideous excuse for a human gentleman.”
And then Tanner was laughing, the sound as deep and rich and warm as his brown eyes, the movement jostling his cock inside Bracken.
And it did something to Bracken, that laugh.
Something irreversible.
“Keep touching me,” he pleaded, strangely close to tears.
“Don’t stop.”
Tanner’s laughter slowed.
He brushed their lips together with new tenderness.
“I won’t.”
He didn’t, not until they were both limp and sated again.
Bracken would need a bath soon—he was sticky as well as exhausted.
But it was hard to move when Tanner was stroking Bracken’s belly in long, soothing sweeps, murmuring sweet nothings to Bracken and the unborn babe both.
“We’re going to have a baby together,” Tanner eventually said, his voice full of wonder.
Which was silly, as that fact had been clearly established for months.
“Why aren’t you more upset?” Bracken asked, his gaze fixed on Tanner’s broad palm on his belly.
“About what?”
“Everything.”
Tanner’s hand paused its movement.
“Why would I be?”
“We barely know each other, and we’re chained together.”
“Oh.” Tanner resumed his determined petting.
“I don’t mind.”
“Why not ?”
“I was half in love with you after one night,” Tanner said easily, like he wasn’t stealing the very breath from Bracken’s lungs with his words.
“It’s possible I impregnated you by force of will alone.” He gave Bracken’s belly a pat.
“And it was worth it.”
“You were…” Bracken’s mind had gone strangely blank.
“What?”
“Half in love with you,” Tanner repeated.
“After that first night. If you hadn’t slipped away, I would have locked you in my room and kept you forever, probably.” Tanner ghosted his lips over Bracken’s ear, nibbling at the sensitive point.
“It was wise of you to run.”
“And—and now?” Bracken asked, barely able to get the words out.
“Do I still have—have half your heart?”
Tanner pressed his hand to Bracken’s chest.
It was solid and warm and perfect, that firm touch.
“Now you’ve got the whole thing.”