“Fuck,” I gasp out. “Fuck. Keep going. Yes!”
Gayle whimpers as I clench around him. More tears fall down his face, his mouth open in a silent cry. I feel him coming again, unloading more cum inside me. Fuck, I’m going to be so full. When he pulls out, I’m going to make such a wet mess.
The thought of covering both of us in a mixture of my slick and his cum makes me come for a third time. I cry out, pulsing around Gayle’s knot, adding to the wet mess happening between my thighs.
I let my body fall forward, my back having to arch a bit but I don’t care. I need to be close to Gayle. I wrap my arms around his back, shoving my face against his throat, holding him tight as he cries, letting it all out.
“That was so much better than I ever dreamed,” Gayle says softly, his voice sounding more like himself now that we’ve both finished.
“I’m glad,” I tell him seriously. “I’m glad we could experience this together.”
“Me too. You were incredible, Rodney. You took my knot so well.”
I groan, feeling myself clench around Gayle without thinking. “Stop that or I’ll never let your knot go down.”
“And that’s a bad thing, why?”
I chuckle, finally pulling back so I can look at Gayle. “We need to eat and drink eventually.”
“Fine,” he says with a sigh, the tiniest smile on his lips. He runs his fingers across my clavicle, looking at all the pretty bruises he left behind.
“You didn’t bite me,” I say softly.
“I was so caught up in the euphoria of being able to knot for the first time I forgot we lived in a world where I was allowed to bite you.”
I can’t help but chuckle, affection so bright it threatens to light up the entire room fills my chest. I lean down and kiss him.
“Next time,” I breathe against his lips, feeling him smile.
“Next time.”
Chapter Twelve
Gayle
“How’re you feeling?”
Rodney hums, sitting down on the counter so I can look him over. I step between his thighs, running my fingers over his shoulders.
“I feel good,” he says softly. “Really good.”
I smile, picking up the tube of ointment from the counter. I cover the mating mark I left on the back of his neck, using themirror so I can see what I’m doing instead of asking him to move. Then I grab one of the biggest bandages I have, placing it over the mark to keep it safe while it scars over. I hate not being able to see it but it’s more important to take care of my mate.
My rut is coming to an end. I can feel I’ll have one more wave, but after that, we should finally be able to do laundry without my instincts going into overdrive.
Rodney takes my wrist, giving it the same treatment. The day we mated, I took him from behind and bit him on the back of his neck. What I wasn’t expecting was for Rodney to grab my hand and bite me back, leaving the perfect mark against the inside of my wrist.
It’s beautiful and I plan to wear it with pride. I want everyone to know I’m mated, that Rodney and I are a package deal. We are claimed. We’re bonded. He’s mine and I am his.
Once my wrist is covered, I dive down, running my nose over the side of Rodney’s throat. I can feel myself growing hard as I breathe in his scent. He smells so fucking good. Not only does he smell like clean laundry but he also smells likeme. My scent is all over him, mixing with his own, creating something uniquelyours.
“Can I knot you?”
Rodney’s hands tighten around my shoulders. “I’m sore, babe,” he confesses softly. “You can use my mouth.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very,” he says, pushing me back so he can sink down onto the floor. His hands go to my boxers, pulling them down until my cock springs free. “Use my mouth, alpha.”
