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IN THE CAR , with the A/C blowing and classic rock softly wafting from the speakers, I couldn't help turning to stare at his perfect profile every few seconds. I felt like a teenager with a crush. My body was practically vibrating with the anticipation to be alone with him.

"So have you had any luck with finding a place yet?" He asked. He'd asked every day since the notice to vacate, but we hadn't had much of a chance to text today.

"No," I admitted, although it was the last thing I wanted to talk about. I just wanted him to slam me up against a wall and make me forget about all that stuff. "Everywhere is just way too expensive or they require way more of a deposit than I can give. I'm looking into applying for some financial assistance but everything's so strict about how much you can make to qualify."

"Are you worried?"

"Well, yeah, of course." How could I not be? "But I still have time, so… I hope I can find something."

He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes forward. "You're doing everything you can. You're amazing."

"I'm amazing because my apartment is randomly getting demolished?"

"You're amazing because you never give up, no matter what life throws at you."

"I can't give up," I reminded him. "If it was just me, maybe."

"I know. But you're still incredible. You're stronger than you think."

Amazing, incredible, and strong. Three things I was pretty positive I hadn't been called in a really long time until Karter came around. My chest tingled with the positive affirmations, my omega nature purring with pride at his praise, even if I wasn't entirely sure it was accurate.

When we got to his building, it was huge. Like definitely the tallest one I'd ever been in. In the entrance lobby, he led me to a private elevator down a small hallway that you needed to enter a code to get on.

Of course he'd live in some fancy penthouse with a private elevator and keypad to unlock the door. For me it was like walking onto the set of a TV show about a billionaire bachelor or something. Which I guess he technically was. Lucky, lucky me.

It was furnished kind of minimally, but that was to be expected of a guy with no partner or kids. Everything was sleek and stylish and looked really expensive. He gave me a quick tour around the various rooms. The kitchen was so much roomier than the tiny one in my apartment, and all the appliances were immaculate and shiny. On the way to his bedroom, we passed by a totally empty room.

"What's supposed to be in here?" I wondered. He glanced in briefly, but shook his head, pulling me away.

"We'll talk about that later."

I was totally confused by that, but was quickly distracted by the sight of his bedroom. His bed was huge, the biggest I'd ever seen. Instead of a headboard made of wood or iron, the head of the bed was framed by a cushioned wall. It looked like a page out of some fancy luxury magazine.

"Wow," I commented. "I've never seen a bed like that."

"I had it custom made," he said, glancing over at me with a light smirk. "Sleep is important. Among other things."

"You want to elaborate on any of those other things?" I asked, injecting mock innocence into my voice. It seemed like he didn't.

I had expected him to pretty much jump my bones the second we were behind a closed door. There were so many surfaces he could have thrown me onto already, including his giant bed. I was happy to see his living space and get a better perspective on his personal life but my body was twitching with the insistence that I should have been getting laid.

I wondered if maybe he was just trying to have more of a traditional getting to know each other kind of date, since it was technically our first one. But part of me worried that maybe he just wasn't as impatient to get to it as I was.

He put in an order for Chinese food, after asking me what I liked. While we waited for the delivery, he led me to the big leather sectional in his living room, perfectly positioned in front of a massive flat screen TV mounted to his wall.

"What kind of movie did you have in mind?" He asked, handing me the remote after clicking it on. The home screen showed that he had pretty much every streaming service known to mankind. No big surprise there.

"Um, I haven't really thought about it," I said honestly. I set the remote aside and crawled into his lap, straddling his thighs like I had before so our faces were perfectly aligned. "I can't really think about anything but you right now."

When I leaned in to kiss him, he brought his palms up, gently easing me back. I literally felt my lips morph into a pout as his rejection stung me.

"You don't want to…" I trailed off, embarrassed. "I mean, you don't want me?"

"Of course I do," he said, shaking his head in denial. "You never need to ask that."

"Then why are you pushing me away?"

"I… We need to talk."

For the first time, I heard the absolute confidence that was generally present in his voice waver. When I looked into his eyes, they were unsure.

"Are you nervous?" I blurted out in shock, instantly regretting it when he visibly winced. But yet I couldn't seem to stop the words from pouring out of my mouth. "It's not about the sex or anything, right? I mean I know I was in heat the last time and everything but still I'm pretty sure you don't have anything to worry about."

He stared at me for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth twitching into an awkward grin. "It's not about sex."

"Oh. Sorry. What is it?" It was interesting and intriguing to see Karter Morrison showing his human side, but I hated the idea that he was struggling with something that had to do with me. Whatever it was, I wanted to relieve him of it.

He took a deep breath, like he was preparing for a speech. "I know we've only known each other for a month."

"It's actually been three and a half weeks," I corrected him. It was odd saying it out loud, considering he'd become such an important part of my life in practically no time at all.

"A month rounded up," he said, giving me a dry look.

"Sorry."

"And I know a month is nothing in terms of getting to know someone. But it doesn't feel like I've known you for a month. You're so important to me already," he added, echoing my thoughts.

Hearing that he felt the same way I did brought out a rush of emotion, and I couldn't help but lean forward and kiss him. He didn't push me away this time, bringing his hands up to lightly grip my waist, holding my body against him as our lips moved together.

"I want you to forget that it's only been a month, and forget that it's crazy by anyone else's standards, and just think about how I make you feel and what's happened between us."

"Okay," I agreed softly, my stomach shivering with anxiety. An insane and slightly terrifying thought suddenly popped into my head. I felt it flying toward my mouth and tried to stop it, but my filter seemed to be malfunctioning today. "You're not proposing to me, are you?"

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a whoosh of breath before opening them back up to kind of glare at me. "If I was, your horrified tone wouldn't be very encouraging."

"I-I didn't mean it like that," I denied quickly. "I just… Um, are you?"

"I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm asking you to move in with me. You and Ty."

I felt my mouth drop open a little, and I could only blink dumbly. Of course that's what he would ask me. I was stupid for not realizing it. But…

"This place isn't meant for a six-year-old, Karter. Pretty much everything in here is worth more than my life."

"No object on this planet is worth more than you, Cameron. And Ty isn't the type of kid to go around breaking things. We both know that."

"But we're loud. And annoying. And believe me, I know he's a great kid, but he has his moments when he doesn't want to take a bath or go to bed or do his homework. All of that stuff is going to get on your nerves and ruin the life you've built for yourself here."

"What life?" He scoffed, reaching up to brush my bangs aside and tuck them behind my ear. "Nothing mattered to me before you."

My heart stumbled in my chest at his words and I suddenly felt like I wanted to cry. But I could only shake my head in disbelief, not sure what to say.

"Cameron, I know it's scary when you're used to being on your own and doing everything on your own. But if you can trust me and believe that this is what I want, I can make things so much better for you and Ty." He shifted, pulling me into his chest so his mouth was close to my ear. "You're killing me, making me watch you struggle and worry and suffer. Let me take care of you. Let me be the alpha you need."

His words sank into my skin like a balm, drugging me and making my head swim. I gasped when his mouth pressed into my neck, right on my scent glands, kissing me there like he was starving and couldn't get enough. I moaned, my head falling back automatically, giving him more access even though the sensation was borderline overstimulating.

"That's not fair," I breathed out. I was already hard, practically throbbing in his lap. I knew if he were to undress me now, I'd already be wet and ready for him. "To ask me something like that and then kiss me there." But I couldn't push him away. I didn't want to.

"I can't help it." At least he sounded apologetic. "Your scent is so strong right now. It's driving me crazy." His tongue laved over that spot over and over until my hips were quivering.

"Karter, please. I can't stand it." Not only the pleasure of being licked there. The knowledge of why he was so drawn to that spot, and what he wanted to do to me, was too much to bear. My body craved it too. I guess I was as crazy as him.

He didn't answer, instead grasping my t-shirt and pulling it over my head so he could kiss down my shoulder and chest. He teased my nipple, licking and suckling. My back arched, my instincts wanting him as close as humanly possible to my body.

"Cameron." He growled out my name, his hot breath tickling my chest.

I squeaked out in surprise when he grasped my hips and toppled us over, my hot back hitting the cold leather couch. Already between my legs, he kissed down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button before his fingers attacked the button and zipper of my jeans, pulling them off me.

I heard his raspy groan, and felt a rush of pride at his reaction. I'd taken great care in getting ready for our date, scrubbing myself down in the shower and rubbing fancy lotion all over me so my skin would be soft. And I'd worn another pair of the underwear he'd shoved into the bag of stuff he'd given me from his work.

This pair was pink and silky, and barely covered anything in the back. But because of how they were shaped and the little frills on the hem, it kind of gave the optical illusion that my ass was nicer than it really was. Which was sort of a miracle for me. Once again the intended cutesy effect was sort of ruined by my protruding cock. But like before, he definitely didn't seem to mind.

As he gazed down at my body like it was a feast for him to devour, I remembered what he'd told me on the phone when he'd been at the hotel and shivered. Feeling as sexy and desirable as I ever had in my life, I shifted my hips, trailing my fingers down my torso to tease around the top hem of the panties.

"Do you like these?" My voice came out in a whisper.

"I love the way you look. My perfect, pretty omega."

He slid his hands under my ass, holding me steady as he lifted us up to a standing position. Before I could ask why, he was already answering me.

"I want you in my bed this time. I haven't been able to stop fantasizing about having you in my bed."

He carried me to the back of the apartment, laying me gently down onto the soft comforter before undressing. I felt my mouth start to water, and my neglected dick twitched at the sight. I'd been in heat when I'd seen him before, so I could barely focus on anything. His body was big and hard, exactly what I wanted, with broad shoulders and toned muscles all the way down his chiseled stomach. When he took off his pants and boxer briefs, leaving them pooled on the floor, his thighs rippled with muscle too.

Like he'd warned me before, this time wasn't going to be a quick mercy fuck to spare me from my misery. He touched me everywhere, stroking me with his hands and kissing and nipping my skin wherever he wanted. By the time he hooked his fingers into my underwear, I was drenched with slick and desperate to be filled.

Like before, I was flipped onto my stomach. But this time when he peeled my panties off, he fully removed them and tossed them somewhere behind us. I spread my legs a bit, knowing exactly what he wanted and trying to demonstrate that I wanted it, too.

I panted, bracing myself for the feeling of his tongue against the most intimate spot on my body, but gasped and jolted a little when I felt it instead on the sensitive and ticklish inside of my thigh.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, shivering at the unfamiliar feeling.

"You think I would waste a single drop of this?" He answered. "Last time was bad enough," he added, immediately returning to my skin. He licked long lines up my thighs, lapping up all the slick I'd leaked out, before moving up to my balls and finally up to my ass. By the time he was there, I was quivering and trying not to whimper.

He spread me open with his palms and finally licked at my hole like he was parched from years in the desert. It was urgent and animalistic, which made me feel amazing. It was like he needed me to live. When he pushed his tongue inside, my toes curled and my hole clenched. He teased me like that until I was moaning into the thick blanket, digging my fingers into the soft fabric.

The second he pulled away, I rolled over onto my back so I could face him. He snatched up a pillow from near the head of the bed, lifting my hips to shove it under the small of my back. Such a gentleman. I was glad he got the hint of what position I wanted because there was no way I was going to have my face shoved down into the bed this time listening to him moan behind me.

"Should I assume you don't want me to use a condom?" He asked, rising over me to line his body up with mine.

"I don't want anything between us," I said, wriggling my hips in anticipation. He prepped me with his fingers, stretching me out as quickly as he could. I didn't know if it was because he had reached his limit or if he could tell I had reached mine, but it was obvious that the teasing and taking our time part had come to an end.

I lifted my thighs to wrap around his waist, gently tugging him deeper into the space between my legs. His cock was dark with blood and weeping out droplets of fluid as he guided it to my hole. I inhaled sharply as the broad head pressed into me, lighting me up with pressure, before popping inside.

His soft groan as he eased in had fire shooting through my veins, concentrating right at the base of my dick. I was already desperate to come and he was barely inside.

"Good?" He panted out as soon as he was fully seated in me. His big hands were gripping my waist. It made me feel tiny and delicate compared to his powerful form.

"Really good," I promised, barely able to comprehend his simple question. "Move now."

He chuckled a little. "Anything for you, baby boy."

The drag and friction of his cock pulling out of me, and then the hot stretch of my muscles as he thrust back inside was the most addictive sensation I'd ever experienced. My back arched and my hips bucked, ruining the perfect rhythm he was building up, but neither of us cared.

My moans spilled out uncontrollably as his body rocked me over and over. I cried out his name when he slammed into my prostate with a perfectly aimed thrust. My mind was completely blank other than the need for more. He hit it again and again until my orgasm crashed over me, my whole body shaking against him.

His hand slammed down onto the mattress next to me as he threw his head back, baring his teeth as he rumbled out a deep groan. Gazing up at him, my pulse stumbled as I drank in the sight of his sharp, stubble-covered jaw. He was perfect.

When I felt his hot pulses of come inside me, I dug my heels into his lower back. "Don't pull out," I begged in a tiny voice. "Please."

"No, sweet boy. I'll give you everything."

I wasn't sure if he even could knot for me this time. I'd been in heat before, and heat scent magnified the chance of an alpha knotting. My worries evaporated when his cock started to swell inside me, stimulating every inch of my channel at once.

"O-oh!" I couldn't hold back the exclamation as he collapsed on top of me, his damp chest meeting mine. His eyes were wide, his pupils blown out, before they rolled back as he let out the sexiest moan I'd ever heard in my life.

"Cameron."

He tucked his face into my neck, peppering me with kisses as he panted out his pleasure. He was locked inside me, unable to thrust or move, but his hips kept twitching like it was involuntary. Every couple of seconds I felt his cock give a hard throb, zapping me with intense pleasure.

As he pulsed inside me over and over, I reached up and petted anything I could reach. I could only imagine how amazing it felt for him as he gasped and groaned, arching into my hands as I stroked over the sexy dips and indents in his muscular back.

I knew it would last about ten minutes, maybe more, but I didn't have a clue how long it had already been. I felt like time and everything else in the world ceased to exist. I could never, ever get tired of this feeling.

The strong pulses wrecked my prostate, scraping it again and again until I came a second time, shooting out between our sweat-slicked torsos. My ass rippled around him as it drew on and on, intensified by his urgent groans. He was so strong and so powerful, it was difficult for my mind to register him as helpless. But in that moment, I felt like I owned him completely, like he would die without me.

When he finally slumped against me and I could feel his knot start to recede, he lifted his head to stare into my eyes as we both caught our breath. His lips crashed against mine, his tongue licking all over the inside of my mouth like he was claiming me.

When he pulled back, I couldn't help the tiny delighted laugh that bubbled out from me. I'd never felt so incredibly free and alive.

"That was…" I shook my head, unable to really describe it. He looked similarly mind blown by what we'd experienced together. "How often can you do that?"

"I don't know," he said. "I've always avoided it."

"Why?" I asked. If I had the ability to come for ten straight minutes, I was pretty sure I wouldn't avoid it.

His eyes darted away from mine for a brief moment like he was uncomfortable. "I just didn't want to be… Like that, with anyone."

"Like that?" I repeated, confused.

"I haven't trusted anyone else enough to let myself go with them," he explained further. He looked kind of embarrassed by that fact, but I could understand.

To try and soothe his embarrassment, I pulled him back to me, pecking his mouth. "I'm glad you trust me so much."

"I trust you completely," he said, lips meeting mine over and over in the sweetest little kisses I'd ever had.

"I trust you completely, too."

Later, as we scarfed down Chinese food in our underwear on the leather couch in his living room, he gave me an inquisitive look like he had something to say. I was starting to recognize his expressions and quirks, just like I was pretty sure he was starting to get used to mine, too.

"I didn't get to finish explaining why you should move in with me."

"You're the one who totally distracted me," I said after swallowing a mouthful of flavorful noodles. My nerves sparked a bit at his words, but not too much. I'd been waiting for him to bring it up again.

He smirked a bit, plucking out a piece of fried pork from the paper takeout container between us before popping it into his mouth. He was using chopsticks flawlessly. I had to use a fork. Chopsticks were a little bit outside my level of hand-eye coordination.

"The empty room would be Ty's," he said. "It's bigger than his room now so fitting his stuff in there shouldn't be a problem." Of course it was bigger than his room now. Everything here was bigger than everything in my current apartment. The CPS people would like seeing him in a bigger space, I was sure. Not that it sounded like I was at risk of losing him anymore, but still I didn't want to do anything to piss them off.

"My building is in the same district as yours, so he wouldn't need to change schools," Karter went on. "There are children that go to the school that live here, so the bus already stops right in front."

"You checked that?" I asked, unbelievably touched.

"Of course. I knew that would be important to you." He paused, watching me for a moment as I slurped more noodles up into my mouth. "I can understand why you'd be hesitant, but you should consider the fact that if it doesn't seem to be working out, it doesn't have to be permanent. But you could at least be comfortable and safe while you're trying to find something."

Everything he was saying was perfectly reasonable and logical. Like we weren't two people who'd met less than a month ago in a random donut-related freak accident.

"Where would I sleep?" The apartment only had 2 bedrooms, very obviously meant for a single person and not a family.

"You could sleep out here on the couch." I was used to that, anyway. And this one was way bigger and way more comfy than what I'd been sleeping on. "Or you could sleep in my room," he added, just a little too casually. "Whatever would feel most comfortable for you."

"You didn't even have to think about that, did you?" I asked, not-so-subtly calling him out on his insanity.

"No." Apparently he didn't mind being called out on it. On the contrary, it almost seemed like he was a little proud of it. "Now tell me your concerns and objections, so I can counter them."

Inhaling deeply, I slowly blew out a breath. "I don't think I have any."

"Really?" He asked, eyebrows quirking up to show his excitement.

I shook my head. "I'm probably crazy for saying this, but it does make the most sense. It just feels like the right thing to do. But I have to talk to Ty first."

"Of course," he responded, giving me a firm nod. "I wanted to ask about him, anyway. He's getting dropped back off in about two hours, right?"

"Right."

"Am I safe to assume you won't be sick of me by then?"

I laughed, squirting soy sauce onto the big pile of rice I'd scooped onto my plate. I needed carbs to recover from all the energy we'd spent fucking.

"Um, not likely."

"Then you won't mind if I stick around until he goes to bed?"

"You want to hang out with Ty?"

"I haven't gotten to see him since Tuesday. And our last episode of Epic Power Squad ended on a cliffhanger, you know."

"I'm sure you've been dying of suspense," I said dryly, but only to try and mask the emotion in my voice.

"You could say that," he answered lightly.

My heart trembled in my chest before bursting like an over-inflated balloon. An alpha wanted to spend time with my kid. An alpha that I really, really liked. An alpha that really, really liked me. And Ty hadn't stopped asking about him since the other night.

It was a weird time to say anything real or important. We weren't in bed together anymore. We were in our underwear, devouring food like starving cavemen. And there was a cheesy sitcom on in the background neither of us were paying the slightest bit of attention to. But the words grew and grew inside me until they couldn't be contained.

"Karter, I…" I paused, huffing out a breath. "I think I'm falling for you."

His eyes darted up from his plate to lock onto mine. A really beautiful, gorgeous, perfect smile spread across his face as he processed my words.

"If we're using falling analogies, then I'm fairly certain I dove head first off a cliff for you already."

His answer was exactly what I needed and wanted to hear. Moving the containers of food off the space between us and onto the table, I shot like a bullet into his arms, pressing my face into his chest and breathing him in. He wrapped his strong arms around me, squeezing me tightly before kissing my hair.

For the first time in as long as I could remember, everything felt absolutely perfect.