27. Chapter Twenty-Seven

I’ve never moved so fast in my entire life. Thankfully, Julianna didn’t wake up when we got her inside and tucked into her crib. We’d had the foresight to pack her pajamas and had changed her diaper before we had left Mary’s, so she was still dry.

Shutting the door on the nursery, I moved Wyatt across the hall with the bulk of my body. Our lips were joined in a heated kiss, our hands removed clothing haphazardly, until I had him naked and splayed out in front of me on his bed.

Pausing our frenzied movements, I feasted my eyes on him. “Fuck, Wyatt, you’re so gorgeous.”

His arms were above his head, his legs spread wide. He was long and lean, and I could see his hole glistening with slick. His eyes were hooded, and when he held out a long fingered hand, beckoning me, that’s all I needed.

“Is it okay?” I whispered, stretched out next to him, running a hand down his waist to his hip. “Finn said sex is a go, right?”

He took my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. “Yes, it’s all good. I even got on birth control, so we don’t need to use condoms, if we don’t want. I’ll only have one heat a year though, in about six months, give or take. Now shut up and fuck me.” Since shifters were immune to STD’s, condoms were only needed to prevent pregnancy.

Moving down his body, I licked at his cock, sucking the head into my mouth. Wyatt’s fingers buried deep in my hair, and his legs and hips moved restlessly under my ministrations. The rich scent of blackberries filled my senses, making my head swim.

I needed to taste his slick like I needed to breathe. Popping off his dick, I slid down between his legs. He spread his knees wide, and I buried my nose in his crease. “You smell so fucking good.”

Grasping his cheeks in my hands, I got him at a better angle, then lapped at his hole with my tongue. His slick coated my tongue, the sweet, fruity spice filling my mouth. He tasted better than anything I’d ever put in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I licked and slurped at the puckered skin, until the tight ring softened and opened for me. Spearing my tongue, I delved into his dark recesses. His cock was leaking against his stomach and I reached up with one hand and stroked him.

“Now,” he thrashed under me, like a wild stallion that needed to be broken, “Grayson, need you. Please, it’s been so long since I’ve had you inside me.”

I needed inside Wyatt now; it had been way too long since I’d felt his silken walls surround me tightly. Positioning my cock head at his entrance, I held his knees open, and slid into his tight heat. Wyatt tensed when the head of my cock slid past the first ring of muscle, his head thrashing from side to side, hissing, “Ow, ow, fucking ow!”

Instantly I stilled, afraid to move in further or to pull out. “Wyatt, sweetheart?”

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” a tear squeezed out from his tightly scrunched up lids, and I wiped it away.

“I’ll pull out,” I whispered, and he grabbed me tightly by my shoulders.

“No!” he was panting through his nose, “Just…give me…a minute. Don’t move.”

Moving was the last thing I wanted to do, but I also didn’t want to cause him pain. I should have prepped him better. Should have realized that he’d be sore after having a baby, and the months that had passed since the last time we had penetrative sex. I’d gotten caught up in the moment, of being able to sink into him, and I hadn’t thought.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered against his neck, his ear, peppering his face with kisses. “So sorry.”

He turned his head and caught my lips in his, kissing me deeply. “It’s not your fault. But, I don’t think I can take your knot. Not yet. Can you pull out before you knot me?”

“Whatever you need, sweetheart.” My voice was like cut glass, tight in my throat. His hole was squeezing my cock tight, surrounding it in slick and heat, and I wanted to be buried to the hilt inside him. But I couldn’t bear the thought of causing him pain.

After another full minute, he flexed his knees, pushing up against me. “Move, Grayson. But a little at a time. You’re not exactly small, and holy fuck, they don’t prepare you adequately for sex after giving birth. It needs to come with a strongly worded warning label.”

Instead of moving, I kissed him, then kissed him some more. My fingers played with his nipples, and my teeth marked his neck. It took everything in me to stay still inside him, to tease him. Only when he was panting beneath me, mewling, whining and begging, did I move my hips. Wyatt tensed up again, crying out in pain and this time I slowly pulled out of him.

“Grayson?” he whimpered, reaching for me.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” flipping onto my back, I lay flat and pulled him over me. He grabbed onto the headboard above my head, his thighs sliding around my hips. Grabbing my dick at the base, I held it steady. “Climb aboard. You set the pace, sweetheart. Take as much time as you need.”

Understanding dawned in his hazel eyes, shining like a beacon. Balancing with his thigh muscles, he reached behind himself and spread his cheeks, his heat finding the head of my cock. Lowering himself onto my dick, the head breached him and he clenched his teeth tightly but kept going for several inches before he stopped.

This position gave me the perfect opportunity to play with his pretty pink nipples, and I did. He fell forward, and my mouth encircled the hard nubbin, tugging it into my mouth. Sucking rhythmically, every few seconds Wyatt would slide more of me into his tight heat. Until finally, finally, he had all of me in him.

“Okay?” I whispered, my hand covering his when they rested on my chest.

“Full,” he gasped, “burns a little, but it’s good. Stretched so wide. Forgot how good you feel.”

“We do this at your pace.” I squeezed his hands in mine, my eyes never leaving his. His skin was flushed, a light sheen of sweat covered his skin, his pupils blown. He was beautiful, spectacular, and I honestly couldn’t believe he was mine.

“I’m in charge,” he whispered, rising up and sliding back down my cock. Hissing at the pleasure, I arched, my neck muscles taut.

“You’re in charge,” I gritted, nodding, “always.”

He rode me then, the pain forgotten, and it only took a few strokes of being inside him before I felt the tingling at the base of my spine and my knot start to swell.

“Wyatt, my knot.” I warned, and he stilled.

Leaning down he kissed me, his hips grinding against mine, “I can take it. Knot me.”

Grasping him by the back of his neck, I pulled his head back, staring into his eyes, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Give me what I want, Grayson.”

“Demanding little omega,” I growled, rolling until he was beneath me, our bodies still joined. His long legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and I slammed into him. Once, twice, each time moving us a little up on the bed. My knot swelled, catching at his rim, stretching him wider. He cried out, his blunt fingernails digging into the skin of my shoulder blades.

Even if I had wanted to stop, wanted to pull out, we were beyond that. My body was in control, my knot demanding it fill our omega, locking us together. I came with a roar as soon as my knot secured us to each other. Wyatt shook beneath me, his body spasming, as wet warmth painted both our stomachs with his release.

Finally, when we were both breathing normally once more, I carefully rolled to my side, taking Wyatt with me. He was practically boneless, clinging to me like a sloth.

“Okay, mon petit?” Brushing the hair back from his sweaty forehead, he smiled lazily at me, resting his head in the crook of my shoulder.

“Mmmm,” he breathed, “never better.”

“Sore?”

“Probably. Worth it. Sleep now.”

Cradling him in my arms, waiting for my knot to subside so I could slip out of him and clean us up, my stomach did a slow dip.

I think I was falling in love with Wyatt.