Chapter 13
FREY
After my knot went down and Oliver woke up from his nap, we spent hours lost in each other. Time moved like syrup, and I wondered what I could do to slow it down even more. Was it only Saturday? The lazy summer sun slowly sank lower.
Oliver claimed he wasn’t hungry, but he ate the soup I defrosted. He looked sleepy and mellow, all soft and cuddly. After the meal, I gathered him into my lap, and he nuzzled my throat, humming happily. When he pressed a soft kiss under the edge of my beard, the surge of love almost flattened me.
All of a sudden, I wasn’t alone anymore, and a part of me expected this dream to evaporate.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tightened my hold on my omega.
His weight in my arms was real, his scent was real, and the baby I’d put in his belly would grow up to be healthy and strong.
Yes, I was happy, and I would have to get used to it.
We sat in silence for a while, just breathing together.
“Remember spring break?” I asked softly.
Oliver nuzzled my neck and hummed. “What about it?”
“I saw you at Jordy’s. And you had this shirt on, dark turquoise. That color looks amazing on you, by the way.”
Against my skin, I felt his lips stretch into a smile. “I know which one, but I’m surprised you remember it. You barely even looked at me.”
“Oh, I looked, believe me.” I leaned in to inhale the lovely scent from his hair. “I went home early, didn’t even finish my beer.”
“Why?”
“The color of that shirt reminded me of your lingerie set.”
“Oh.”
“Except you looked different. Mature and confident.”
“Why did you leave? Why didn’t you talk to me?”
“I stared at you from across the room and thought you were the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Then your dad threw an arm around your shoulders, and I couldn’t stay in the same room with you.”
Oliver was quiet, waiting for me to tell him the rest.
“I came home, and… I imagined you knocked on my door again and told me you still wanted me.”
“Did you make yourself come thinking of me?” Oliver whispered the question, sounding hopeful.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“Good.”
“I felt like a creep,” I admitted.
“I made myself come thinking of you a thousand times, Teddy. I didn’t feel like a creep at all. In fact, I might have been lying in my bed, touching myself while you were doing the same half a mile away.”
I looked at the treetops outside, lined with gold in the sunset, and exhaled. “That makes me feel slightly better.”
Oliver let out a soft chuckle. “And you know my dad will be happy about us.”
I wasn’t so sure about that.
“He might freak out to begin with, sure,” Oliver continued, sounding suspiciously as if he were trying to convince himself too. “But in the end, he should be grateful it’s you and not some stranger.”
I kissed the top of his head. I certainly hoped Chickie wouldn’t shoot my balls off before he got used to me being irrevocably in love with his youngest son.
Turning around in my lap, Oliver placed his hands on my shoulders and straddled my hips.
“But we’re not talking or even thinking about him.”
My palms went to his waist on autopilot. “No?”
He shook his head. “We have more pressing matters on our hands.”
“We do?”
He smiled, then brushed a kiss on my nose. “I’m still in heat, remember? Can we forget about my fathers for a few more hours?” He leaned his forehead against mine. “I might only have one or two heat waves, then that’s it. I want to savor it.”
I ran my hands up his back, and Oliver stroked my chest and shoulders.
His knowing smile was the most gorgeous thing in the world.
The change was subtle, but I could see it and appreciate it.
Overnight, he looked just a tad older, his eyes rich with wisdom, like he had learned secrets hidden from us mortals.
Pregnant. Holy hell.
“You’re easily distracted,” he said. “I like that.”
I let out a chuckle. “My mate is in heat. I have my priorities straight.”
“Good man,” he whispered. “Because you shouldn’t be thinking about anything else but me.”
He kissed me gently on the lips and pressed his body against mine. The kiss grew dirty, and I got hard, which seemed to please my mate. Oliver pulled out my cock from my sweats and caressed the length.
“It’s huge, Teddy. I imagined a lot, but this is massive even for a shifter.”
“Can’t do anything about that, sorry.”
But Oliver grinned. He pressed himself to my cock, rubbing his belly against it.
“I’m in love with your cock, Teddy.”
The curve of his stomach touched my hard dick, and I groaned against his wet lips.
“God, Oliver, we did it. You’re pregnant.”
He moaned in response. “There’s this glorious sensation of fullness in my womb. It feels amazing.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said. Then he rocked, stroking my cock against his stomach. The love and lust merged together, gaining power as he moved. My balls tightened.
“Baby, do you want me to come like this?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yes. Come onto my pregnant belly.”
Those words. I groaned, and my dick jerked in Oliver’s hand. He moved sinuously, and my precum smeared his stomach.
“We’ll do this when I’m bigger. It makes me so horny, Teddy, knowing you’ve put your cum into my womb. It’s in there. Right here. See how deep you’ve fucked me?”
When he sat on my thighs, my cockhead was level with his belly button.
“I love that you got me pregnant. Feels so good. Come all over me, please, Teddy.”
It took only a few more strokes of his little hand and the sensation of his warm belly against the underside of my dick.
“You’ve bred me with this gorgeous cock,” Oliver murmured, and the memory of his womb sucking on my cockhead became so distinct I could almost feel it again.
Luckily, I didn’t grow a knot between waves, but the orgasm was intense.
Oliver moaned joyously when my cum splattered onto his stomach and all over his hand.
He smeared it under his belly button, over the spot where his womb nestled.
Then he licked his hand, his eyes flashing with a new realization.
“This tastes great.”
Buzzing with my climax, I only hummed. Of course he liked the taste of my cum—he was in heat. But I hoped he’d like it even after. Because Oliver sucking my cock? Was such a thing even possible, or would I end up in hell for wanting it?
The setting sun touched the treetops, and Oliver’s hair gleamed copper. I ran my hand down his chest, palmed his belly, and stroked a small circle over it. It was crusty with my drying cum.
Whenever I thought about him being pregnant, a wave of exhilarating joy washed over me, together with arousal.
Oliver put his hand over mine, lacing our fingers together, and as if reading my mind, he whispered, “How come knowing you’ve put a cub in me makes me want you even more?”
He tilted his head to the side, and I swooped in for a kiss. His plush lips parted for me, and our tongues tangled. I caressed his stomach, pressing just a little bit.
Suddenly, Oliver broke the kiss and bit the corner of his lower lip, looking at me expectantly.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Come to my place.”
“Now? What if we meet someone in the street?”
“It’s getting dark. We can sneak over.”
“Why?”
“I want to show you something.”
I squinted. What was he plotting? “Shouldn’t we wait until the heat is over?”
“No. It has to be now.” I realized a dangerous truth. I wouldn’t ever be able to say no to my young mate. “Please, Teddy.”
“Let’s go through the forest.”
Oliver took a quick shower and put on sweats and a cotton T-shirt. We went out through my patio door and stepped into the blueberry bushes below.
I shifted, and Oliver climbed onto my back, carrying a canvas bag with my clothes in it. He dug his fingers into my fur.
“You’re a beast, Teddy. I love how huge you are.”
The size of my bear looked intimidating, but it made me slower. Both Jordy and Hunter could easily outrun me. My mate liked it, though, so I wouldn’t complain.
I carried him through the darkening forest, and we emerged on the lawn behind the two-story building where his apartment was.
“I’ll open the back door for you.”
Hiding behind the line of trees, I shifted and dressed while he went around the house. A minute later, the door on the ground floor opened, and he waved at me to come in.
We ran up the stairs to a narrow, gray-painted door that he must have left ajar. The apartment was tiny, just a bedroom that barely fit a double bed and a cramped living room with a small kitchen corner.
“What are you going to do with me now that you have me here?” I asked, studying his changeable expression. Mischief lurked in his eyes.
“It’s not about the place, but about what I have in here.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Sit and wait.” He gestured to the sofa. When I sat down, he winked and closed himself in the bedroom.
I looked around at his modest decor. Oliver was a practical man. The space was neat and cozy, an achievement considering he’d only lived here for a week. One unpacked box stood by the door, but the couple of shelves held books and a few pictures of Oliver’s brothers and their families.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Oliver emerged, wearing a long, unbuttoned shirt that he was holding wrapped around himself. My gaze went to his slim, bare legs.
He opened the shirt, and I gulped.
It was the turquoise lingerie set that had been haunting me for years.
“It fits,” he said, a corner of his mouth lifting in a playful smile.
My first instinct was to squeeze my eyes shut. The sense of wrongness and guilt was fresh in my memory.
“Teddy, look at me.”
But Oliver was mine. Not a guilty fantasy, not a forbidden dream, but my mate, flesh and blood. He loved me and carried my cub in his belly.
I opened my eyes and took in every detail.
The shirt fell to the floor, and I feasted on the sight of him. The lingerie looked slightly different from what I remembered, but when you daydream about something over and over again, your brain alters your memories, replacing them with fantasies.