Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Cooper
I’d woken in the night with my rut once again giving me the intense need to knot and be touched and filled. Patrick hadn’t gone into rut yet, and I was being too needy, I could tell. The only thing I could think to do was shift and hide in another room so I didn’t pounce on him.
It took me a while to find a good spot that didn’t make me want to cry. But then I found the cosy cat bed Patrick had bought for me even before he’d known his little fox was me.
It smelled like home, so I curled up inside and fought the urge to crawl back into Daddy’s arms and demand a knot that he couldn’t give me.
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in there when the door to the little room I was in swung open and Daddy’s grumpy face appeared. When he spotted me, he looked relieved. Grabbing the cat bed with me still stuffed inside, he stomped back up the stairs and plopped me back onto the bed.
I peeked over at him to see if he looked cross, but he was just watching me with soft eyes. He smelled really good, and I wanted to lick him all over. Patrick reached a hand inside my little cave and stroked his finger along my nose.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I didn’t know how to tell him that I was scared. Scared that I was pretty sure I was too much while in rut. Too needy and too demanding. Not submissive enough to be what he liked and not an omega that could trigger his rut.
It was all too much, and I couldn’t have found the words if I’d tried, so I just nipped at his finger and tried to distract him.
Daddy smiled and then surprised me by shifting into his own fox form.
Even as a fox, he was big, and his energy took up more space somehow.
He kept nudging me with his face until I crawled out and joined him on the bed, where he proceeded to lick all over me before sitting on me and squishing me to the bed.
He’d trapped me, but I liked it. Much like when he would tie my wrists to the bed so I couldn’t move, it quieted my brain. I didn’t have to decide whether me being here was a bother to him because he’d made the decision for me.
Daddy was warm and fluffy, and he was smelling better by the minute. I couldn’t stop whining and pressing my face into his soft chest, breathing him in and nuzzling.
I felt possessed, and Daddy seemed to be just as bad. He kept burying his head in my shoulder and nipping at me, and I had the feeling he’d swallow me whole if he could.
For the first time in my life, without any choice in the matter, my body forced a shift, and I wasn’t a little fox anymore. Daddy joined me almost instantly, and his mouth found mine right away.
He devoured me, groaning into my mouth. His tongue found mine, and he was so hot and warm. His skin. Oh fuck, his skin smelled too good.
I’d never felt a frenzy like it. I wanted to crawl inside him and live there. I wanted to swipe my tongue over every single part of him. I wanted to bite him and inhale him and… and… oh god.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
My brain chanted it inside my head so loud I wasn’t sure when I’d begun murmuring it out loud. “My mate. My mate…”
“Yes. My mate. Come here. Need you. Need inside you,” Daddy murmured into my skin.
He’d gone into rut. I didn’t know if I’d triggered it, but hearing my alpha recognise me as his mate was a balm to every worry which had consumed me since my rut had begun.
I climbed onto all fours and pressed my chest down onto the bed, presenting myself for him.
The click of the lube lid was followed by cool liquid being poured over my crack and hole.
As much as I normally enjoyed all the time Daddy took to finger me and prepare me to take him, right then, there was a relief to him being able to just slide right inside, filling me up and fucking into me without needing to wait.
Daddy gripped my hips hard before gentling his hold slightly. Even in rut, he’d remembered I don’t like to be taken roughly, and I’d never felt safer in my life.
He knew what I could handle, though, and he took me hard. Thrusting in deep and fast. Daddy wrapped his arms around my chest and lifted me so my back was bowed, head falling back on his shoulder.
Pinching my nipples, he had me moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. I hadn’t noticed him preparing it, but the warm suction of the fleshlight was suddenly taking in my length. Daddy played me like a musical instrument only he knew how to play.
“Sweetheart, I’m s-so close. Are you sure you want my knot? I need to pull out now if not,” Daddy moaned, slowing ever so slightly.
I need it. Need mate’s knot.
I pulled off Daddy’s length just long enough to give him a gentle shove so he was lying on his back on the bed before climbing on top of him and sinking myself down to the root.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. I need it, Daddy. Give me it. I n-n-need it.”
Daddy held onto my waist and braced himself with both feet flat on the bed before pistoning up into me so hard and fast all I could do was grip his thick forearms and hold on.
“Holy… are you? Holy shit,” I mumbled as I felt the beginning swell of his knot inside me. It filled and stretched me further than I’d ever been, but it was painless and a high I didn’t want to ever come down from.
Right as I was fairly sure my body couldn’t accommodate any more, Daddy groaned and warmth flooded me on the inside, trapped in my core by his knot. I shifted my hips slightly, and the pressure of his knot rubbing against my prostate was the most intense thing I’d experienced.
Daddy went to work on me, stroking the fleshlight up and down my length as hard and fast as he’d fucked me until my own knot began to swell.
It pushed against the soft silicone and gripped until Daddy couldn’t glide it up and down anymore.
Continuing to rock my hips and revel in the tight grip around my knot, I was so close already, and then Daddy reached up and tweaked my nipples.
“Come on my knot baby boy. Need you. My mate. Perfect mate. Come for me. I love you so much.”
It was all too much, and I gasped and trembled as I came.
I could feel Daddy everywhere. His knot and cum filling me, his hands all over me.
He tugged me down onto his chest and then his lips were everywhere too.
Kissing me all over my face and neck. His words of love and affection tattooed onto my skin where they fell.
“I love you. My mate. I won’t ever let you go. I love you. My mate. My mate. My mate.”
I gripped Daddy’s face and kissed him hard before pulling away to look at him.
Big brown eyes peered back. So open. So vulnerable. No walls up, just Daddy and Patrick and my mate staring back at me.
“I love you, too. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. I’m all yours. Your boy, your sub, your mate. So just look after me, okay?”
Patrick grinned, and his dimple was so prominent I pressed my thumb into the little divot.
“I’ll look after you for as long as you let me, little fox.”