8. Oscar

Chapter 8

Oscar

When I woke up, it took me a second to remember everything that had happened. There was a moment of panic, but then I immediately reached out for Daxton and felt his warm body beside me. There was nothing to fear with him. In such a short period of time he'd become everything to me. It made no sense and yet it completely did.

A little whimper escaped my throat as I moved toward him and rested my head on his thigh.

"Good morning again." His fingers slid through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. "I was starting to worry you were gonna sleep the whole day away."

I forced my eyes fully open and saw that he was sitting up in bed with the TV on mute. "How long was I out for?"

"A few hours. But you obviously needed to rest." His hand went down to my chest, resting over my heart. "How're you feeling?"

I reached around his hip and pulled him against me. "Horny."

Daxton barked out a laugh. "Yeah, me too."

I looked up at him from where my head was resting against his skin and then rolled onto my back so I was fully facing him. "You are?"

"I am. When you find your mate, a few times is not enough."

What's that now? "What do you mean by mate?" I'd never heard somebody refer to a partner or even a boyfriend as a mate, but I liked how it sounded.

He smiled gently and rubbed a stress wrinkle from between my eyebrows. "Right, I guess that's a new concept for you." He chuckled. "Actually, it's new for me too. We might need to bring Willy and Otto over for this, but from what I understand, it's a shifter thing. I mean, you've probably heard of love at first sight and fate and all that fairy tale stuff, but with shifters, it's different. It's real. And intense." He rubbed his thumb over my lips and my dick got even harder.

I reached down to casually tease it while he continued speaking. I loved hearing his voice.

"Really intense. And…I think that's what's happening with us. I mean, I'm pretty sure it's happening to me. How are you feeling?"

Everything he'd said fit. There was this powerful bond between us so quickly that it objectively was impossible, but 100% my reality. Mates. I liked the sound of that. I liked it a lot.

"Intense is a good word." I barked out a laugh. "And yeah, I guess this is more than just a crush." I didn't have much to compare it to, but even thinking about going home caused my stomach to clench in denial. So yeah, maybe that meant something. I rolled to him and kissed his belly. "So what is it that you feel?"

Daxton looked down at me and traced the shell of my ear with his fingertip. I could almost feel affection pouring out of him and straight into me. "Like you're mine. Like we're meant to be together. Like…I want to keep you in this bed for the rest of our lives." He leaned down and kissed my forehead, lightening the mood slightly. "That's totally reasonable for just meeting, right?"

I sighed as a smile spread across my face. "Yeah, that all sounds pretty good to me."

There was so much of this I knew had to remain secret, just between the two of us and maybe Otto and Willy, but that didn't stop me from wanting to shout it to the mountaintops.

"I'm hungry." He stuck out his bottom lip in a faux pout.

I shifted my legs to get up. If he wanted to eat, I was going to feed him, but two hands on my chest held me back on the bed.

"That's not what I'm hungry for." He trailed his finger down my chest and straight toward my full cock. "This is what I want. Tell me I can have it."

Like I could deny him anything.

"What's mine is yours."

His mouth trailed lower, each kiss a brand, a claim that resonated deep within my omega being. When he finally took me in his mouth, I cried out with a combination of relief and pleasure. The warmth, the wetness—it enveloped me, my fingers tangling in his hair.

As he worked me with his mouth, his hand reached down to my slick entrance. One finger circled the rim before slipping inside, and I moaned, tilting my hips to grant him better access. He understood the silent plea, adding another finger, stretching and filling me in a rhythm that matched the movements of his lips.

Daxton worked my cock like a boss, his mouth and fingers pushed me toward an abyss of ecstasy. My breaths came in ragged gasps. His fingers curled within me, striking a place that had stars bursting behind my eyelids.

"Please, Dax." I wasn't even sure what I was asking for. Did I want to come or to keep at this precipe for longer?

But I didn't need to know. Dax knew, and he was taking care of me. He doubled his efforts, his tongue swirling my tip and keeping me right at the edge.

The room around us faded away until nothing existed but us.

"Dax—" I cried out, my orgasm barreling through me, coming harder than I had with our other joining.

Dax helped me ride out my orgasm, and when I finally came down, I was a boneless pile of mush ready for another nap.

"I think this is your plan to keep me in your bed."

"Is it working?" He snuggled in beside me.

"Oh yeah. It's working." I never wanted to leave.