Fearless Bond (Bears of Beauville #1)

Chapter 14

14

BARCLAY

Calvin looked gorgeous.

His pecs had filled out, his nipples like ripe raspberries. He liked it when I suckled on them. And his stomach. Damn.

After I’d bred him, it remained swollen. Full of my cum. He got aroused when I kissed him there this morning, and I ended up licking him to orgasm. Then he stroked me, aiming my cock at his belly, telling me how much he loved me breeding him. He seemed so happy when I came on his skin.

“Now I have your cum both inside my belly and all over it.”

We showered, and after breakfast, we rested in the living room. Calvin picked a book from my shelf, but I didn’t even open mine. He was all I could think about.

I could still smell the heat on him, weaker, but there. Wasn’t it supposed to stop? I’d bred my little mate thoroughly. All the sex we’d had over the past few days had exhausted him, and he needed to recover now. I was nervous about it, so I shot a message to Hunter.

Me: Shouldn’t the heat stop after breeding?

I turned the sound off so it wouldn’t disturb Calvin when Hunter replied. It took him only a minute.

Hunter: He could have one or two mild heat waves even after.

Me: Should I be more careful now? I mean, can we still have breeding sex?

Hunter: You can. Do what you feel like doing, and leave me alone.

Me: Sorry. And thanks. He’s really amazing, you know. He’s making me a better person already.

Hunter: I’m trying to be happy for you, but don’t push it.

Hunter: If Calvin needs anything, health advice, a sympathetic ear, or a break from you, send him to me.

Hunter: Tell him not to worry about recovery. He’s barely going to have any symptoms.

I smiled at the chain of messages.

“Hunter says the recovery will be mild,” I told Calvin.

My mate was snuggled to my side on the sofa, reading a fantasy novel he’d found on my bookshelf. “Mm-hmm.”

“You’re not listening.”

“Sorry! Gimme a sec.”

I waited until he finished and set a bookmark between the pages.

“The tension!” He sighed. “It’s so well written.”

“I’ll let you read again in a bit.”

He looked up at me. Was it the bond, or did he get even more beautiful? He’s pregnant with my cub. My heart did a somersault every time I thought of that.

“You were saying?” he asked, smiling.

“Hunter messaged. Your recovery will be mild. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Oh. That’s fantastic. Last time, I was climbing the walls for days. Is Hunter the doctor who visited me the night you found me?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

“I don’t even remember him. I should thank him.”

“You were out of it. I’m sure he understands. He keeps offering help if you need anything. He doesn’t think I deserve so much luck.”

“We are both lucky,” he whispered and craned his neck to kiss me into my beard.

I bent my head to kiss his soft lips. Then I couldn’t resist the lure of his stomach. I sneaked my hand under his T-shirt and caressed the round shape.

“Will the heat stop now?” Calvin murmured against my lips. “Because I wouldn’t mind repeating some of the things we’ve done, even though I’m pregnant already.”

He’s pregnant. Already. God! I stroked his belly, mesmerized.

“Hunter writes that it’ll fade out slowly. You could still have one or two more heat waves.”

Calvin bit his lip, petting my hand where I rested it on his stomach. “The fullness in there feels great.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. I’m wondering… can we do it again?”

I stroked over his womb and nuzzled the crook of his neck. “Do you want me to keep breeding you, my omega?”

He groaned softly, squirming under my touches.

“I’ll come inside you again, and we’ll make this belly even bigger, hm?”

“I want to be full of your cum.” His breathless plea made me hard as a rock in my jeans. I lifted Calvin onto my lap, and he straddled me, pressing down on my hard bulge.

“We need to wait for a heat wave,” I said, even as I bucked up to meet him.

Calvin dragged his T-shirt over his head, then reached for mine. Together, we pulled it off, and he rocked slowly, palming my pecs.

“It’s not going to take long,” he said. “I’m already getting wet.”

“Then take these off.”

He slid off to shove his sweats and underwear down his legs. Wearing only warm winter socks, too big on his dainty feet, he opened my jeans and pulled my cock out. Then he snuggled to my chest, pressing his stomach to my rearing erection.

It made me growl. He did it again with undisguised intent. He rubbed his impregnated belly against my dick, moaning shamelessly.

“You bred me so good.”

“Soon, I’ll be in there again. All the way.”

“I love having sex with you.”

“Might be the heat.”

“Or maybe it’s you. I love how big you are everywhere.” He stroked along my shoulders and down my arms. “And the way you smell gets me horny even between waves.” Nuzzling between my pecs, he hummed. Then he caressed my erection between us. “So huge. It should be scary, but it’s not. It’s magnificent.”

He was driving me crazy. I palmed his ass cheeks to make him move. With a groan, he humped my erection, pressing his belly against it.

“It makes me so hot, Barclay. That you’ve been in me.”

He curved his spine, pushed out his stomach, and stroked my cock against it. My precum smeared his skin.

“Fuck, Barclay,” he moaned, staring at my cockhead where he cradled it to his middle. “I’m pregnant.” He let out another moan as he rubbed his stomach on me. “It makes me so wet to think about it. To say it out loud.”

“Your heat wave is coming, love. I can smell it.”

“You got me pregnant. You came into my womb and knocked me up.” His voice got breathy as the heat wave slowly took over.

“Yes, I did. And I’ll give you more cum, little one. I’ll fill you up.”

“I want to ride you.”

Rubbing my fingers through his crease, I tested how ready he was. He was leaking.

His moans grew louder as he kept thrusting with his stomach. I imagined him doing the same one day soon with a big round belly and groaned. Yeah, I’d be into that.

Calvin rose on his knees and grabbed my cock, lining it up. “I’m ready. I want it so much.”

“Take whatever you need, sweetheart.”

He sank down, wriggling and pushing lower. Then he braced himself with his hands on my shoulders and lifted his feet onto the sofa cushions. Crouching above me, he took me into the warmth of his body to the hilt and cried out.

His womb opened on the first thrust.

I bucked, shuddering with pleasure. Pure ecstasy. The mouth to his womb engulfed my cockhead and began squeezing me with rhythmical spasms. Calvin didn’t even move. He just squirmed and bore down. Head thrown back, he seemed to be coming harder than ever. His hard cock jerked between us, spraying my chest with pearly drops of omega seed.

We sat still while his hole and womb milked my length like a pair of slippery fists and a hot, sucking mouth. Calvin cried out victoriously when my knot began to swell. Surge after surge, my orgasm grew in intensity, and with every blast of pleasure, more cum poured out of me and into my mate’s open womb.

We didn’t fuck. Not really. Our bodies slotted together, and nature did what it needed to do. Calvin’s body sucked the cum out of me, taking what it wanted, leaving me changed forever.

I ran my hands along his sides, memorizing the blissful expression on his face. I’d read somewhere forever ago that breeding your mate wasn’t like any sex. That the experience was completely other. Finally, I understood what that meant. Even as we were immersed in pleasure, it wasn’t the driving force making me dig my fingers into Calvin’s ass cheeks and push my hips up to get even further into him, to breed him better… It was ownership. The animal in me claimed its mate, absolutely and irrevocably.

After a while, Calvin slumped in my arms. I rocked him on my knot, adding a few more drops of seed, and he moaned softly. His womb was still pulsating, even as he seemed to be falling asleep.

We rested joined, currents of pleasure running back and forth between us.

When my knot went down, I gently lifted Calvin off me and cradled him to my chest. His stomach was indeed bigger now, and he stroked it, smiling sleepily.

“I love this. How it feels in me.”

“And I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Eyes glassy, he blinked up at me. “I think I’m going to love you a lot, Barclay.”

I kissed him, insistent, until he was panting against my lips.