embraced and kissed as we began to fuck ourselves on the dildo. We ground our hips slowly at first but
quickly picked up speed. We slammed down with greater force as we got lost in the act of fucking ourselves. Our
hands slid over each other’s backs. We tugged hair, scratched skin, kissed lips, jaws, necks, and throats. We
locked gazes as often as we could. Austin had been right; it was intimate and amazing, and I didn’t want it to
end. But even as the thought hit me, I could feel my orgasm drawing near and knew there was no way of putting
it off. I clutched him tightly, pulling us together.
“Oh, Austin, I…”
I was right on the edge, but as we stared into each other’s eyes, time seemed to stand still. We were
motionless, communicating without speaking. I tumbled into the black holes of his eyes, baring my teeth. He
bared his, and as our orgasms rocked through us, we bit into each other’s shoulders. There was no pain, only
warmth and a sense of connection that pulsed at the point he was biting me like a heartbeat. It coursed through
my body, connecting every inch of me to him. He was tattooed onto my heart and soul, a permanent bond that
could never be broken.
I was his, he was mine, and I had never been happier.
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I had no clue how long our joint heat lasted, but we seemed to snap out of it at the exact same time. I just about
managed to get us both into the shower before post-heat exhaustion claimed us, and we curled up on the sofa in
the lounge, which was clean and not soaked in slick and cum. We slept again. I didn’t know for how long.
I woke first. I was stiff from the uncomfortable resting place, but a deep feeling of contentment had settled within
me. I watched Charlie, not tiring of the way his eyelids fluttered as he dreamt or how he occasionally snuggled
tighter against me. He was so beautiful. I stroked his hair and gazed at his face until he eventually stirred.
“Hey,” he whispered, smiling.
I kissed his nose.
“What time and day is it?” he asked.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care.”
Charlie’s smile spread into a grin. “We shared a heat.”
“Yes.” I nuzzled his jaw.
“How did that happen?”
“Mine started in reaction to yours.”
“Is that even a thing?”
I shrugged. “I have no idea.” But it was definitely what had happened. The combination of his heat-scent and
being close to him had triggered mine, and it had been amazing.
“I think that’s proof we’re meant to be together,” Charlie said.
“That’s a good thing.” I dipped my lips to the bite mark on his shoulder. “Because you’re mine now.”
“Nope, you’re mine.” Charlie ran his fingers over the mark he’d made on me. “My mate-mark tingles.”
“Mine too.”
“And I’m all warm and fuzzy inside. It feels like…like we’re connected.”
I pressed a firm kiss to his lips. “That’s because we are.”
We stroked each other’s faces as our gazes locked. It was like nothing else existed but the two of us. I ran my
hand down Charlie’s side and swept it over his belly, where I rested it.
“Did you mean what you said during our heat? Or was that just the hormones talking?”
Charlie’s brow furrowed. Disappointment made my stomach sink.
“Do you even remember what you said?”
His eyes went wide, and his lips parted into an O. “Yes,” he whispered. “I remember.” He put his hand over mine.
“And yes, I did mean it. I could see it so clearly, Austin. The two of us together, my belly swollen with our child. It
probably was the heat that made me want it so badly, but I was already coming around to the idea.”
“You were?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. We just hadn’t had a chance to talk about it. I promised you I’d think about it, and I have.”
He squeezed my hand. “I want to have a baby with you, Austin.”
I kissed him more fiercely than I’d ever kissed him before, pouring every ounce of love I had into the gesture.
Those words had been amazing to hear during our heat, but now they were even more wonderful because I knew
he meant them. The thought of becoming a father again filled me with so much joy that I began to cry. Tears
dripped down my cheeks.
Charlie grasped my face and kissed each tear away. “You’re not meant to cry.”
“I’m just so damned happy.”
Charlie sniffed. “Yeah, me too. I’m
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