Fearless Bond (Bears of Beauville #1)

Chapter 13

13

CALVIN

Barclay fed me breakfast again. Or maybe brunch? I didn’t know what time it was and didn’t care. I sat on his lap while he drank his coffee. I loved cuddling up to his immense chest.

Then I got horny feeling his bulge under my ass, and as I began squirming, he noticed. Grinning smugly, he carried me to the living room, undressed me, and proceeded to eat me out until I came all over myself. He held a glass of water to my lips, then wiped me off with a wet towel. My eyes were already closing.

“This is ridiculous,” I mumbled. “I’m either hungry, horny, or sleepy.”

Barclay chuckled as he spread a blanket over me. My limbs felt heavy as if I’d spent the morning at a gym.

There was something important I wanted to say. What was it? God, I was already half asleep. “You need to breed me. Soon. I really want it. Really.”

Barclay kissed my temple, and his beard tickled my cheek. It made me smile.

“Soon. Now rest.”

If I said anything else, I didn’t remember. I passed out cold.

It was one of those naps that made you wake up feeling like you were in a different century. I blinked awake, surrounded by pillows and blankets on the living room sofa. I felt sluggish but cozy. It was snowing again, the fluff piling up behind the glass wall. The sky looked dark, making me wonder if it was early morning or evening.

A large fire crackled in the fireplace. Barclay must have been in here several times, taking care of it. He was nowhere to be seen, but I heard his steps and clanking noises from the kitchen. He was making me food again. Smiling, I rubbed my belly lazily, then paused with my palm under my belly button. I cupped the sizable pouch there. Nice. I looked pregnant already. My belly was swollen with heat, and when I moved my hand higher up and brushed my nipple, a sweet current ran through my chest. My pecs were bigger too. I palmed them under the blanket.

How come I had never slept naked before? This was so comfy. The fluffy blankets surrounded me like a nest. Without a single worry on my mind, I stroked my pecs and pinched my nipples.

“Mmm.”

I tugged the fabric aside and looked down at myself. I loved how curvy I was becoming. It was just the heat, I knew, but once I was pregnant, it would be for real. Even my nipples seemed bigger and darker. My cock was half hard, tingling. Closing my eyes, I ran a hand over my ass. I was wet and loose inside like never before. I turned to my side before sneaking a hand between my ass cheeks.

Barclay could walk in whenever, but I couldn’t resist.

The slick covering my pucker was thick like honey. I pushed a finger into my hole, only to the first knuckle, and moaned out loud.

My insides were slippery and so supple. When I tugged, my hole stretched like a soft rubber band. Two fingers. So easy. Three. I tried opening myself wider by spreading my fingers.

“Ooh.”

Damn. That felt good.

In a mere couple of days, my body had changed completely. I was so ready.

That word Barclay had used. Ripe .

I was ripe.

Why did that feel so damned sexy? I pumped my fingers in and out, not caring about the slick smearing on the blanket under me. We could put it in the wash later.

My hole was big and pliant, ready to take my mate’s knot.

Could Barclay finally breed me?

Ripe . Oh yes. I could sense it. This was it. My body was ready to breed. I palmed my belly and shoved my fingers as deep as I could. The empty ache in my womb didn’t bother me. It was a promise—like looking at the dessert menu, knowing I could have everything on it.

I fluttered my fingers, marveling at the satiny feel of my flesh.

“Let me do that for you.”

Barclay’s voice made me stiffen. I didn’t open my eyes.

“Caught you with your hand in the cookie jar?” he said with a smile in his voice.

A warm hand closed around my wrist and gently tugged. He pulled my fingers out of my hole and brought my hand to his lips. He licked my fingers one by one, then grabbed my hips. As easily as if I were a doll, he positioned me on my knees with my upper body resting on the thick cushions of the backrest. My arms hung over the edge of the sofa. I was wonderfully mellow.

Barclay licked through my crease. “I think dinner can wait, huh?”

I moaned happily when he tongued my soft hole.

“Damn, Calvin. You’re wide open, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Your body is changing for me. A big, open hole for my cock.”

He kept licking and added fingers. I couldn’t tell how many. When he moved them around, I realized he was using both hands. He stretched me open and licked.

His warm breath reached into me.

“I can’t smell a heatwave yet, sweetheart. You need to tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

“It’s nice. Keep going.”

He did something with his fingers, rotated them, and pleasure simmered around my hole. I groaned.

“Yeah? You like me opening your ass? I got four fingers up your hole.”

I began pushing back, fucking myself on his hands. Barclay pulled on my rim, working me open wider and wider, and it felt so damned good. My brain was bathing in mindless joy.

“Fuck, six fingers. Three from each hand. I could fist you right now.”

It sounded scary. But, God, I loved the sensations.

If he stretched me wider and prepared me, then he could surely reach even deeper. He could work my body open and breed my womb.

“Aaah. Barclay. Feels so good. Want you… to open me up.”

Seriously. This was heaven. When warmth spread around my middle, I cried out with happiness. My heat wave was coming. Yes!

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“Fuck me…”

“Just one more minute.”

I rocked back on his hands. The emptiness in my womb was getting worse. “I feel it already. Fuck me!”

Barclay chuckled. “Demanding little thing.”

The sofa cushions shifted under me.

He kept tugging on my rim as he worked his cockhead into me.

“Only shallow at first, okay?” he murmured. “Nice and slow. Like this.”

Oh my God. How much could I take? My ass was freaking yawning.

Warmth pooled in my underbelly, coiling into a ball of energy.

My womb. It burned and itched, right in the middle of my body where I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Fuck me!” I pleaded. “Breed me, Barclay. Please! I’m ripe!”

The last word turned into a desperate cry.

If I didn’t get him deeper, it would hurt. The itching was already getting unbearable.

Barclay growled like the beast he was. He withdrew his fingers and pushed in with his cock. My body yielded, making room for him, and he bottomed out inside me.

We both groaned when his balls brushed mine.

His cockhead kissed the mouth to my womb, but this time, it felt different. There was no resistance.

“I’m ready,” I gasped. “I am. I feel it.”

“My sweetheart.” Barclay’s voice cracked. He hugged me around my torso and rocked.

Just a tiny little push.

That was all it took. My body all but swallowed his cock. Something in me began pulsating, and his crown surged into the clenching bundle of flesh. I could feel him so distinctly, thick and firm, all the way in my core, and it was the single most delicious, most satisfying sensation in the entire world.

I clung to his arms, where they were wrapped around me, and shuddered through wave after wave of pleasure.

“I’ll love you forever, Calvin.”

Oh yes. Love. It bloomed in my heart, this glorious feeling of utter surrender. I could feel the bond like vines ensnarling my body and soul, even penetrating my insides, growing through my stomach, my heart, and into my womb. Except I wasn’t tied down. I was flying.

“I love you.”

Barclay responded with a sigh and a long kiss to my temple.

He held still with his lips on my skin. Was he shivering? I couldn’t be sure with the havoc inside my own body.

I wanted his cum. He was all the way in, his cockhead caressing the walls of my womb. What was he waiting for?

“Breed me, Barclay. Please, breed me now.”

With a pained groan, he rocked us again, and the surge of ecstasy blinded me. Yelling my lungs out, I pushed back. I needed him to stay.

On instinct, I put my hand over my belly. There he was. A firm bulge pushed against my hand. I was impaled on his dick, and it felt marvelous.

Stroking my distorted stomach, I jutted my ass out, making him move inside me.

He roared.

My sob bounced off the walls when he withdrew. But he thrust back in, and an orgasmic wave flared into my limbs. One more thrust, his cockhead moving through the channel in my core, sending me into the stratosphere…

I crashed back into my body in time for the most satisfying climax of my life. There was no underlying cramping or ache, no tension, no shaking or shuddering. The pleasure spilled into my womb, immediately soothing the burn, and seeped through the tissue, spreading through my inner organs and my muscles until it settled in my bones.

Barclay’s knot grew in me, his cock lurched, and balmy liquid filled my womb. My heart. My soul.

I was smiling wide and humming.

My beastly mate rutted against me, clutching me in his arms, his muted growls vibrating through my body.

He filled me with pulse after pulse of his cum.

His lips brushed my temple. “Calvin… sweet… my sweet…” He petted my body with his rough hands, and I reached back to stroke his shoulders and neck.

Strangely enough, with all the chaos my nervous system was experiencing, my head was clear.

There was no going back from this point. The inevitability of what happened to us should have terrified me, but I was happy.

“It’s amazing, Barclay. So amazing.”

Another roar, another pulse of cum. He squeezed me tight, and his hips jerked.

“Fuck. Calvin…”

He sounded desperate, and I wanted to soothe him.

“I love this so much. Love you breeding me.”

Groaning, Barclay thrust again. He found a slow rhythm, fucking me with his knot. His cockhead stroked the sensitive walls of my womb, stirring the creamy cum in there, and my pleasure simmered. He kept coming in pulses, adding more seed into me until his thrusts slowed down. His legs began to tremble.

With a moan, he picked me up and sat with me in his lap. I hadn’t even realized he’d been standing with his legs bent all this time as he fucked me over the sofa. Fucked and bred me.

I wriggled in his lap and glanced down.

Well, damn.

My stomach looked like an inflated balloon. The position probably enhanced it as I leaned back with my legs astride Barclay’s lap with his swollen cock in me, but still.

I stroked it with both hands, and Barclay caressed my forearms until his fingers slid over mine.

We didn’t say anything. We kept petting my bulging belly until much later, when his knot went down. He pulled out of me, and I shuddered with an echo of pleasure when the channel to my womb clenched tight, keeping his cum safe inside me. There was barely any liquid leaving my body as he retreated, and my stomach remained swollen. Petting it, I felt drugged with joy.

We did it. He had forever left his mark on me. It was there in my womb, creamy and warm, so distinct, it blew my mind. The cum sloshing against the walls of my womb seemed to caress my soul every time I moved. A part of my brain was still bathing in orgasms when I focused on the feeling.

Barclay carried me to the shower. He set the water temperature and knelt at my feet. He kissed below my belly button with his eyes closed as the water streamed over us.

The bond between us seemed so clear. Unbreakable. I hugged his head to me. My Barclay. My alpha .

I was pregnant with his child.