Chapter 8

8

BARCLAY

I woke up with a start. Calvin . I sat up on the bed and listened, but the house was quiet. There was no danger. My guest was safe in his bedroom, probably fast asleep, and I was being paranoid—in my dreams.

Groaning, I fell back on the bed, the mattress bouncing. Why did I have to be so worried about the boy? Yeah, he was adorable and smelled like a luxury dessert, but in a few days, his friend would pick him up and he’d be gone. I shouldn’t be all tied up in knots because of him. I’d stayed away, avoiding his tantalizing scent by hiding in the shed. Even so, I’d had to jerk off furiously twice before I fell asleep.

Calvin was leaving. When he did, I should start dating again. I’d let myself become complacent, and now I was beginning to feel lonely. The chance that I would stumble upon my mate here in Beauville was nil, so maybe I should ask Hunter to give me some pointers. He was on all these dating apps and drove to cities to meet people. I could go with him one day.

It was a decent plan: one, no perving on Calvin; two, date new people; three, find a mate. Good. Now I should be able to sleep.

Except the fated mate thing was such a hassle. You needed to find the perfect fit, and shifter mates didn’t grow on trees. Hunter had been looking for years, and still no luck. I remembered the disappointment all too well. You liked a guy, went out, maybe even fucked, hoping things would fall into place… and nothing. It used to make me feel like an ass, like I was using those guys, even though everything was always perfectly consensual. In the end, just fucking omegas who chased shifters for kicks became the easiest thing. At least nobody got his hopes up and ended up heartbroken.

What if I tried finding someone like Calvin? He was so damn cute; it was doing my head in. He was too young but also surprisingly smart for his age. Levelheaded. And sweet… Would an omega like him give an old grouch a chance?

When I closed my eyes, I could see him on the insides of my eyelids as if I had taken a photo with my mind. Those pretty, plush lips, his innocent gaze, his thin, elegant hands… He had a nice ass too. A perfect palmful. He was so tiny I could lift him with one arm. Hold him up, move him around… How much of my dick would he be able to take? Fuck, that was a total turn-on. It had never occurred to me before, but the idea of fucking a much smaller guy was arousing as hell.

Ugh. I was such a creep. Poor Calvin. If he only knew I’d jerked off to fantasies of him naked in my lap.

I rolled to my side and squeezed my eyes shut, determined to sleep without touching my stupid dick again. If I had to count sheep, so be it. I imagined a low fence crossing a meadow and a fluffy ewe trotting toward it. Hop. One. Another ewe, white like a cloud. Hop. Two… Was Calvin sleeping well? Maybe he was tossing and turning like me. Think about sheep. White, cuddly sheep. Three. Four. A skinny little lamb. Five.

This was ludicrous. I rolled onto my back, groaning. Why was my dick plumping up again? I was supposed to be counting sheep!

Then I heard a noise. Dainty feet padded the hardwood floor, and panting breaths came from the hallway. He just needs to pee, or maybe he’s getting a glass of water. Let him be.

I strained to listen. Why was he breathing so hard?

A soft whimper came through my closed bedroom door.

Something wasn’t right.

I hopped off the bed, opened the door, and hit the light switch in the hallway.

Calvin stood by the closed bathroom door, supporting himself with one arm on the wall and panting as if he’d sprinted circles around the house. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glistening, and his mouth parted. He blinked at the bright light.

“Are you okay?”

Wide eyes pinned on me, he made a staggering step forward. He didn’t say anything.

“Calvin, are you sick?” I tried again.

“I don’t know.” He sounded strained.

Another step. Did his scent get even stronger? I stopped breathing, but I’d need oxygen eventually.

He looked out of it. Was he a sleepwalker? What was the advice? Should I wake him up or not?

“Calvin?”

He pulled in a ragged breath and let out a small moan. His knees folded under him.

I grabbed him just in time. He fell forward, his face landing in the pelt between my pecs, and groaned. His fingers, surprisingly strong, dug into my sides. He panted against my skin, shaking.

“Does your stomach hurt? Your head?”

Oh damn, the scent!

He rubbed his face against the hair on my chest. Then I remembered what he’d said about his anxiety.

“Are you having an attack?”

“No,” he mumbled. “It’s the smell.”

Huh? It was his scent that made everything so difficult. What did he mean?

Another pained moan.

Then I breathed in, straight from his hair.

Fuck .

Arousal. Frenzied, heated omega arousal. I could taste it on my tongue. My cock grew hard and pressed into Calvin’s belly in a way he must have noticed.

Before I could pull away, Calvin was sliding down my front, wet lips and tongue leaving a trail toward my groin. He buried his nose at the base of my cock, inhaling through the cotton of my pajama pants.

“Please.” His needy whine made my dick twitch.

I stood frozen. I couldn’t conjure a single thought in my head. His scent filled my lungs, and I gulped more of it on instinct.

It was indescribable.

Shaking, Calvin frantically tugged on the strings until he managed to untie my pajama pants. They pooled around my ankles. I stood there like an oaf, naked and unmoving.

I was drugged by that damned scent.

Calvin’s adorable little face, wearing an expression of raw hunger next to my rearing dick, was the single most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

He leaned closer and licked the underside of my erection, where the deflated knot sat. A growl escaped me, and I grabbed a fistful of Calvin’s hair. I should push him away.

I couldn’t.

He began licking me, hands running along my sides and over my ass cheeks, clumsy and greedy. The noises he made… like an animal. A needy animal in heat.

Heat . Sudden and intense. It took over his body and mind. And I couldn’t resist his scent. Nothing could tear me away from him now.

But that meant…

His mouth enveloped my cockhead, and I lost my train of thought.

The sensations were heavenly. His dainty hands, his warm mouth and soft tongue, everything so tiny and fragile and… Aah! The sight of him on his knees, his big doe eyes pleading, and his lips stretching around my dick…

The bear growled. I want him. Small, weak. He needs me, and I’ll protect him.

Calvin sucked hard, pulling my precum out of me, both hands on my erection. He swallowed and sucked even harder. The need to hold him in place and fuck his face made me let go of his hair. The last thing I wanted was to push him. But, God, I’d never needed anyone so acutely as I needed him right now.

When he moved away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to my cockhead, I swore like a sailor. My aching dick bobbed in the air, and I clenched my fists, my fingers itching where the claws could grow out.

Before I could beg Calvin to let me come on his face, he crawled around and sank onto his elbows. The pajama pants I’d loaned him tangled around his ankles. His bare ass in the air, crease and thighs glistening with wetness, he curved his back and rocked toward me.

“Please.”

The mating pose. Blatant. He was begging for it.

His tiny pucker was covered with slick, a small dark hole in the center where he was loose and ready. A lovely young omega offered me his body while his scent burned in my lungs.

He’s in heat. He needs me.

Calvin swayed, moaning and pushing his ass higher. His wrinkled rim twitched, and a thin trickle of fresh liquid escaped down his taint. Like a hungry, drooling mouth.

The alpha in me took over. I knelt behind him and grabbed his hips with greedy hands. My cock looked enormous against his ass. At least I had enough sense to go slow. The first kiss of my cockhead against his wet rim made us both moan.

His opening stretched around my girth, the heat of his body enveloping me. As I stroked his skin, my hands covered his entire ass. I could hold his hips, and my thumbs would touch his rim. The bear in me liked that he was so small. His hole widened into a big circle, his rim taut and pale. The slippery warmth tightened around me, and my cock jerked. Holy hell . Calvin’s ass squeezed me, then loosened, luring me in. One more inch. Sweet heaven…

I could have worried I’d hurt him, but when he cried out, it wasn’t from pain.

“Deeper!”

I retreated and sank back in, making Calvin groan happily. All that slick covered my cock, and it was dangerously easy to glide in and out of his perfect hole. Palming his ass cheeks, I spread them out wider and tested pushing more. His rim tightened again, his ass all but sucking my dick. His moans got guttural.

“Mm-hmm. Aah. Aaah!”

He came! His ass clamped around me, barely half of my dick in him, and he shouted with his orgasm, his voice bouncing off the walls. My jaw clenched, I kept moving, my gaze pinned on where the slick bubbled out between us, glazing my length. I was so big for him; his ass lips seemed to prolapse on every retreat.

This was wrong.

Then why did it feel better than anything I’d ever experienced in my entire life?

And Calvin pushed back, meeting my fucks.

“Please. More. I need more.”

My knot itched. Could I go deep enough to knot him?

He’s tiny. Young and sweet. Tight. I can’t hurt him.

I’d never fucked a virgin, and I knew Calvin wasn’t one, but my brain went there anyway. Nobody had ever stretched him so wide or filled him so deep, and he liked it. He wanted more. His hole was milking my dick, pulling it in. I would imprint myself on him, mark him, change him on the inside, breed him …

“Calvin. You’re amazing.”

“Fuck me. Keep going.”

Would he even be able to take me outside of heat? I doubted it. But right now, he was oozing slick, and his insides softened around me, welcoming me further into his body with each thrust. I could smell his cum.

“You’re in heat.”

“Uh-huh. I know.”

“I need to knot you.”

“More. More!”

The pressure around my dick was out of this world. His inner muscles squeezed me on every retreat. How did I even fit into his lithe body?

“Yes! Aah! Yes!” Damn, he was loud.

Another climax. He was getting hoarse.

I was barely holding back.

“I feel you. Oh God! Barclay, I can feel you.”

I sure as hell hoped he could feel me. He had eight inches of a fat bear dick up his ass and one more waiting to go in.

Then I noticed he was stroking his belly with one hand. Slowing down my thrusts, I reached around him.

“I can feel you,” he repeated, sounding frantic.

I bumped into his hand, then laced our fingers together. On the next thrust, I realized what he’d meant.

His soft belly moved with my thrusts. A distinct bulge grew under our hands. I paused, shocked to my core.

Calvin moved his hand over the firm swell, groaning.

“I’m so full. Ooh! Full of you.”

My hips moved of their own volition, and the bulge got bigger.

“Fucking hell, Calvin! I can’t hurt you. Can’t…”

He pressed our hands against his stomach, and I felt it in my dick.

“Not hurt.” He gasped for a breath. “Don’t stop. Gonna come again. Fuck me!”

Gritting my teeth, I ached to thrust harder. To the root . I had to hand over the control to him, or I’d hurt him.

I grabbed him around his torso and sat on the floor with him in my lap. My head thudded against the wall behind us. All the demons in hell, we were having heat sex in my hallway!

I’d thought he’d slow down, but no. Arching back, Calvin impaled himself and screamed . Both hands on his bulging stomach, he bounced on my dick. He was going to hurt himself, dammit!

But he didn’t. Another orgasm tore through him, and he sat down, taking me whole. My cockhead reached his belly button from the inside, distorting his stomach, and he was yelling with ecstasy.

He wanted it. He was made to take my dick.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I locked my arms around him and held him in place. My knot began to swell.

Calvin stroked his stomach as drawn-out whines and guttural groans spilled from his mouth. Mindless, he rocked in my lap, his inner muscles working my knot, sucking the cum out of me.

I spilled in waves many times. I lost myself, and the hot oven of Calvin’s insides was the only thing that remained real.

When I could think again, Calvin was a wet rag in my embrace, his head lolling and limbs heavy. He moaned softly every time my cock jerked with another load. His belly looked swollen, full of my knot and cum. When I stroked it, I could feel myself through the layers of tissue. It looked so violent but felt so good, and Calvin seemed ecstatic.

Supporting his head on my arm, I cuddled him to my chest. His pants lay in a heap next to us. I arranged them over his lower body so he wouldn’t get cold.

I rubbed my palm over his rounded belly. Somewhere there was his womb. Just a sprout, squashed by my dick, the gate closed…

Not for long. I’ll fuck it open. I’ll put a cub in his belly and keep him.

Whoa!

Where did that come from?

Now that the thought had occurred to me, I could think about little else. My knot tingled all over. I moved my palm over Calvin’s distorted stomach.

There. That must be the spot. His heat will continue, get stronger, and I’ll impregnate him. God, I want that. I need it.

When I imagined breeding Calvin, my enlarged dick throbbed inside him.

The reason was right in front of my nose. His scent in my nose. His womb under my palm, waiting for my seed. The way he craved my cock, how he begged me… It made perfect sense.

My proximity sent him into a sudden heat. We would both crave breeding because he was my mate. The one.

Calvin is my fated mate.

Torn between bewilderment and sheer happiness, I tightened my arms around my newfound treasure and breathed in his remarkable scent.

How lucky was I? I’d found him! God, he was lovely. The most perfect little omega with a sharp mind and a kind heart. And so fucking sexy. I’d get to breed this impeccable being. He’d be mine. All mine to love and keep.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” I murmured into his ear.

He didn’t reply. He was already asleep.

I lay still so I wouldn’t jostle him. When the knot deflated, I carried him to bed, wiped his ass and thighs with a warm towel, and wrapped myself around him.

I lay awake for the rest of the night, but I didn’t mind at all. Watching my Calvin and holding him, I was too happy to fall asleep.