Chapter 12

12

BARCLAY

Never in my life had I slept with someone in my arms. Sure, I had hookups stay over who didn’t have the energy to move after a hard fuck. But when they wanted to cuddle, I couldn’t relax.

With Calvin plastered to my side, one arm and leg thrown over me, his head on my pec, his button nose in my chest hair, I closed my eyes with a grin on my face.

My little mate was so sweet and endearing, and I was lucky to have found him. He could have died in that forest, so close to my home. Thinking about that , I wanted to unalive his ex in the most painful way imaginable.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with Calvin’s scent, and forced my murderous urges to the back of my mind. I had a mate now, and we were going to start a family. Killing someone would be counterproductive.

Calvin snuffled in his sleep, the cutest little sound, and I smiled. He was naked, all that velvety skin against mine, soft and supple. I stroked his ass cheeks and up and down his back, slowly and carefully—I didn’t want to disturb him. But he slept like a log.

I drifted off at some point too, but I woke up before dawn. Calvin lay on his side, curled up to me. I smelled the heat wave before he even stirred. Breathing in the intoxicating scent of his heat, I gathered him into my arms. On a soft moan, he buried his face between my pecs, nuzzling my chest hair.

“Mm-hmm. Barclay?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“I want to have sex.”

“Sure, sleepyhead. Do you want to wake up first?”

“No… just put your cock in me.”

“You’re adorable.”

“Don’t laugh. I need it.”

Turning on my back, I took him with me, spreading his thighs so he straddled my waist. I bent my legs, and my hard cock nestled between his ass cheeks. He reached for it without hesitation and aimed the head at his pucker. With his eyes still closed, he began rocking, working himself open. When my cockhead popped inside, we both groaned.

“Yesss. So thick.”

With a contented sigh, he lay over me and kissed my nipple. His hole was much looser than yesterday, the slick overflowing. I lifted my hips, fucking into him, while he squirmed and rubbed his erection on my stomach.

“Gonna come already,” he mumbled. “You’re so thick…”

My knot ached. I needed to get deeper inside him. I grabbed his ass cheeks and bucked up. Calvin cried out, his hole clenching on my dick.

I loved how easily I could make him come.

The orgasm made him all mellow and heavy. Moaning, he tried to fuck himself but seemed too weak to sit up and ride me. He whined with frustration.

“Barclay. Fuck me. Please.”

Holding him by his ass cheeks, I flipped us and thrust into him. His slippery flesh hugged my dick, sending bliss up my spine.

Calvin’s joyous cry bounced off the walls.

I gave him long fucks, root to tip, watching his smooth belly bulge with my dick. The sight didn’t worry me anymore. In fact, it made me burn with possessive lust. I took over his little body, fucked him so good; he had to be feeling me everywhere , and he loved it. He begged for more.

Calvin grabbed his legs under his knees, trying to lift his tail end, so I circled his tiny waist with my hands and pulled him onto my cock with more force. My cockhead was driving right into the swollen gate to his womb. I needed to claim my mate, make him mine for good, but the soft bundle of flesh was in the way. Snarling, I aimed at it, willing it to give way and let me in. It was clenched shut. I was squashing Calvin’s womb on each thrust, but the opening remained sealed.

Calvin all but sobbed.

“Please, Barclay. Breed me. Please.”

“I will, love. I promise.”

“Please. Please.”

He was so wet, the slick bubbled out, his hole squelching. I couldn’t fuck him harder than this. I’d break him.

“Oh God. I’m coming. Breed me!”

“You need to open up, love. Let me in. C’mon.”

“Want you… want you… get me pregnant. Your cum. In my womb. Ooh. Gawd! I’m… Aaah!”

He shivered and convulsed with climax after climax. His face glistened with sweat, and his eyes flashed white before he squeezed them shut. Long, guttural groans tore out of his mouth. Then he mumbled something incoherent and groaned again.

I aimed at the same spot, over and over, determined to work my way inside his core. I could see him on the back of my eyelids when I squeezed my eyes shut. Big round belly, swollen pecs full of milk, taut nipples. The orgasmic cries he made turned into something else in my head. He was pushing to give birth to my child.

I opened my eyes to gaze at my mate. He was staring back at me, mouth open, pupils blown, his expression entranced.

“I want!” he wailed.

But I couldn’t do it. He wasn’t ready yet.

Calvin’s insides began clenching harder and harder, squeezing my dick like a pair of fists, and my control broke. The knot burst with tingles, and I bucked into my mate as it grew. I let out a helpless shout.

Calvin screamed with the knotting.

“Breed me!”

My poor darling. I pushed as deep as I could, my cum flooding his hole in pulses. It leaked out around my girth while his hole spasmed. Shuddering with pleasure, I felt powerless.

“Breed me, please…”

I couldn’t give him what he begged for. Not yet. I kissed him instead. Licking into his mouth, I held him to me and rutted against his ass, making my knot move inside him.

It calmed him. He began humming into the kiss, and his breathing slowed.

“I’ll do it, love,” I murmured against his lips. “Don’t you worry about a thing. With every wave, we’re closer. I’ll put a baby into your belly. You just have to keep coming for me.”

He moaned, his insides squeezing me anew.

“You’re tight like a virgin, with your womb so tiny and young, so shy. But I’ll fuck you until it opens for me. Wave after wave. You’ll get all nice and soft for my dick, your womb ripe for my cum.”

“Your knot. Feels so good.”

I fucked him as much as the knot allowed, and Calvin kept moaning.

“It doesn’t stop.”

“What, love?”

“Coming.”

“Good. That’s good. I’ll fuck you with my knot, stretch you out.”

“Want you to breed me.”

“I’ll give you everything, my darling mate. Anything you want. I’ll breed you with every heat. I’ll put a dozen babies into your belly.”

“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”

For long minutes, I thrust into him, just an inch back and forth. Ever so slowly, his inner muscles stopped spasming, and his flesh softened around me. His ass felt so supple I wondered if I could pull my swollen knot out and fuck him with it for real. But I didn’t want to put any more strain on him.

While his frustration hurt me, the resistance of his young body excited me too. I’d have to work to get my prize. I’d have to give him more pleasure and tease his shy womb until it bloomed and let me in. All bear shifter mates got pregnant during their first heat with their alpha. It was just a question of time.

“Barclay?” Calvin whispered, his lips barely moving.

“I’m here. Inside you.”

He giggled sleepily. “I know that . Why can’t you get all the way in?”

“You’re young. Your womb’s just ripening. It might take a few more tries.”

“Ugh. I want it now.”

I laughed, and the vibration it sent through our joined bodies made Calvin hum.

“Do you like being knotted?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm. It’s the best.”

“See, the longer it takes us to breed, the longer your heat will be. Then I can fuck and knot you many times.”

His lips curved into a happy smile. “Okay.”

“I’ll turn us so you can lie on me and rest, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hold on.”

Careful not to crush his leg, I rolled onto my back with him in my lap. The movement set him off again, and he came one last time, rocking on my knot before he slumped over me, breathless. I petted him, stroked his back, and massaged his spread ass cheeks until his breathing settled.

Falling asleep, he murmured my name.

I savored the slippery warmth of his body around my swollen cock. A few days ago, I was alone. Now I had a mate in my bed, horny for my knot and eager to carry my cub.

I was so in love.