by Aspen Grey
My mate…my fated mate…
When he knotted inside me, the rest of the world ceased to exist. The only reality was our bodies, his knot, and my orgasm rapidly approaching. It was like a warm fist inside me, spreading me to the point of pain and stopping before it hurt. That was where the pleasure was. Taking me to my limits and then bringing me back.
“Feel that?” he asked me.
“I – I feel it!” I gasped back. I could barely speak. Saliva dripped from my lips as I did my best to breathe.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” he told me. It was a half-question, half-statement, and all I could do was reply.
“Yes!”
He reached between our legs, and using a mixture of my slick and our pre-cum, twisted his fingers around the tip of my cock. I came instantly.
“I’m coming!”
My cum spilled out of my cock onto the bed beneath me, and even without looking, I could tell it was a lot.
“That’s right, baby,” Cole whispered. “Come for me.”
“I’m – I’m coming!”
Every muscle in my body shook. It was a full body orgasm like I’d never experienced. And that’s because there wasn’t just a dick behind it – there was love. My mate. My fated mate was fucking me and was going to put a baby in my belly. There was purpose to what we were doing. It wasn’t for money, survival, or just pure fun. It was for a life together. For love. For the rest of our lives together. And just acknowledging that, knowing that as I came, was complete bliss.
My orgasm shook through me and I slowly began to come down, but Cole wasn’t giving me any time to recover. He started to fuck me hard, like a pornstar showing off on his first shoot. I felt his sweat. I smelled his scent. I cried out as his knot filled every inch of me.
He snatched my wrists and pulled them behind me, gripping them with one hand. He pulled me back, arching my back toward him as he fucked me. His hand came down on my ass and I cried out.
“Your fucking ass is so hot,” he told me, spanking me again. That was going to leave a mark, and I loved it. “I want to come in it.”
“Turn me over, baby,” I told him. “I want to look into your eyes when you do it.”
Cole groaned back in approval and let go of my arms. Keeping his knot inside me, he grabbed my legs and twisted me onto my back.
“Oh, God!” I gasped as the angle shifted and he started to pound me. “God, it’s so deep.”
“You saying I have a big cock?” he smiled.
“You’re fucking huge,” I gasped. I looked up at him and marveled at his body. He looked Photoshopped. Someone that perfect shouldn’t be able to exist. Every muscle was carved, chiseled, cut and defined. His skin glistened and I reached out with my hands, absentmindedly tracing the lines of his body. To my shock, my cock was still hard. Cole reached down and started to stroke it slowly.
“Oh, it’s so sensitive!” I gasped, pulling away. But Cole wasn’t letting me off that easy. He held firm, started to fuck me faster as he jerked me off. “Cole!”
“I’m gonna make you come for me again,” he told me. His hand was strong on my cock and I knew I had no choice. Another orgasm was coming and I couldn’t stop it – not that I wanted to.
My hands clutched his waist, his taut abdominal muscles flexing with each stroke. His knot twitched inside me, and when I felt the shot of his warm seed spray deep inside, I went over the edge.
“I’m coming, Cole! I’m coming!”
18
Cole
The force of my orgasm almost knocked me out. I gasped as Keiran’s cock pumped cum onto my hand as I came in his ass.
“Fuck!” I shouted as each pulse of my orgasm hit me like a punch to the head. Sensation boiled through my body. My muscles contracted and my hips bucked forward uncontrollably. I was so deep inside him it almost felt impossible.
“Take it!” Keiran moaned at me as I came.
“Take my cum!” I told him as I slumped down on top of him, wrapping his head in my arms. We were both sweating hard, and my chest was heaving against his. I could feel both of our heartbeats as I lay against him, the last smaller waves of my orgasm pulsing in my knot.
“You came so much,” Keiran muttered, his head flopping to the side.
“Can you feel it?” I asked him.
“How could I not?” he giggled. “If that doesn’t get me pregnant, I don’t know what will.”
“It’s the first time,” I told him, absentmindedly stroking the hair above his ear. “It might ake more than that.”
“No,” he replied firmly, shaking his head. “My heat came for you. I’ll give you a baby.”
His words warmed me. He’d run off on me, but now he was back, and we were closer than ever. This was a major turning point and there was no going back now. And that’s just the way I wanted it.
My knot started to slowly subside. Part of me wanted to try to fuck him more, but I was exhausted. Between the run into town, the fight at the hotel, coming back here and the session we’d just shared together, I needed some sleep.
I groaned and slid out of him.
“Gah,” he groaned.
“I know,” I laughed. “It’s the worst part. Come on, let’s clean up and go to bed.”
I took him by the hand, led him into the bathroom and ran the water in the shower.
“Wow, you have one of those fancy showers,” he said, sounding impressed. It was a little fancy. Instead of a single showerhead, the ceiling was one enormous showerhead with controllable zones so the water came down like rain. There was also a bench on one wall for when you really needed to relax.
“Fancy house, fancy shower,” I smiled, stepping into the water. Keiran moved in behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I held his hands in mine as the shower washed the beautiful mess from our bodies. I don’t know how long we stood there, but it felt like a long time. After a while, Keiran spoke.
“It feels like a dream.”
“What does?”
“This. You. Everything,” he replied. “If you only knew what my life was like before this…if you could only see where I’d come from.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah, let’s go back sometime,” he laughed, obviously being sarcastic.
“I’ve always wanted to see Maine,” I replied. “It’s pretty much the complete opposite side of the country than here. Where are your parents?”
Keiran’s arms slipped from my waist and I heard him sigh. I turned around to face him. He looked upset, and I knew I’d just brought up a touchy subject.
“What is it?” I asked him. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s okay,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean – I’m a total cliché. Never knew my real dad. Mom got a new guy, he was a prick, liked to rough me up. I ran off when I was thirteen. I saw mom occasionally, usually to ask for money, but that’s about it. Last I heard she was living in some bumfuck town up in the mountains.”
“Well, we should go sometime,” I told him, running a bar of peppermint soap across his skin. “When you’re showing.”
“I dunno,” Keiran shook his head. “I don’t have too many fond memories when it comes to my family.”
“Well, we’re starting a new one,” I smiled. “Nothing but good memories for the future.”
I took him in my arms beneath the water and rinsed him clean, washed the sweat and our juices from our bodies and kissed him tenderly. It was such a strange, yet beautiful dichotomy between us, that I could go from having him in the dungeon and being firm, strict and dominating with him, to washing him gently in the shower, like he was a delicate flower.
“It’s nice of you to let Mikey stay here,” Keiran told me, smiling up at me. “You don’t even know him. Aren’t you afraid he’ll like…steal all your stuff or something?”
“I’m a pretty good judge of character,” I replied. “It’s one of the reasons I’m successful. I don’t think he’s like that.”
“I d
on’t either,” Keiran replied, leaning his head against my chest. “Take me to bed, Cole. You fucked me so good I have to pass out.”
Chuckling, I shut off the water and got us both towels. We made our way back into the bedroom and Keiran hurled himself onto the bed and started pretending to snore.
“You better not do that for real,” I laughed, slapping him on the ass as I climbed into bed beside him. He giggled and slid underneath the covers, maneuvering himself against my chest.
“Oh, I’ll be sawing logs all night,” he smiled. I could hear the fatigue in his voice, and felt myself starting to drift off to sleep.
“You do whatever you like,” I replied, wrapping him tightly in my arms. “I’m just happy you’re mine.”
19
Keiran
“Pregnant,” I said to my reflection in the mirror. “Sometimes I just can’t believe it.”
“Why do you say that?” Cole chuckled as he fixed his tie behind me. My baby bump was showing now, and we were both loving it. I was loving the changes in my body, and so was he.
“I don’t know,” I giggled. “I mean – I know how it works, and I know this is what we wanted. But sometimes it just surprises me. It’s like…I wake up and I’ve got this baby bump and it makes me smile.”
Cole moved closer behind me and wrapped his arms around my tummy. I smiled and leaned my head back against his chest. His scent was so familiar by now, but no less comforting. Every evening when he came home was the best part of my day. Before now, I’d had absolutely no idea how to do anything domestic. I couldn’t cook, I had no experience cleaning anything other than my room at Thatcher’s – Hell, I could barely even turn on the stove.
But now, I’d taken delight in taking care of my alpha. I’d been watching cooking videos online, digging up recipes and taking care of the house while he was gone. Last night I’d made jerk chicken and tonight I’d be trying a new meatball recipe with homemade pasta. The last time I’d tried to make my own linguine, it had been an absolute sticky mess, so I’d gone to the store and bought some premade stuff in case tonight was another disaster.
“It’s the greatest thing I’ve ever done,” Cole told me, kissing me gently on the cheek.
“Do you think the case will wrap up by the time the baby comes?”
Cole sighed. He was under a lot of pressure at work. The food supplier being sued by Cole’s firm was now trying to claim that the contaminated food they’d shipped out had already been contaminated by ingredients from their supplier, and that the responsibility was not on their company, but their supplier’s. It was a stretch, but Cole was still worried. He didn’t need the money from the case, but the firm’s reputation was on the line.
“Well, if not, you’re gonna have to raise him yourself,” he joked.
“Him?” I replied, turning around to face him. One of his buttons had come undone and I fixed it. “What if it’s a her?”
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t think I really care. What about you?”
“I want a girl,” he said firmly. His answer surprised me.
“Really? Why?”
“Well, baby…I’ve never told you this but…” His voice trailed off and he looked at the floor.
“What? What is it?”
“Well…” He shuffled his feet and shifted uncomfortably. My heart started to race.
“What is it!?” I whined, gripping his arm. “Babe, you’re making me nervous!”
“It’s nothing!” he protested, leaning against the wall. “It’s just…I just have this really private, secret interest in knitting. And I’d love a daughter I could knit with.”
I froze. Cole looked up at me and grinned like an imp.
“Oh – my – God!” I shouted, swatting him on the arm as a sense of relief flooded through me. “Are you fucking kidding me, you jerk!?”
“Sorry,” he laughed. “I had to.”
“No, you did not!” I replied, giving him another playful punch on the shoulder.
“In all seriousness, I don’t care either way,” he chuckled, leaning down to peck me on the shoulder. “Anything we make will be the greatest joy in my life.”
He squeezed me and kissed me on the head.
“Okay, now I gotta go or the partners will kill me.”
“Say hi to Dominic for me!”
“I will!”
He left me standing in the bathroom, admiring my pregnant belly in the mirror. I dipped my fingers in the jar of coconut oil on the sink and began to spread it over the skin on my stomach. So far I was lucky and didn’t have any stretch marks, and I wanted it to stay that way. Pregnancy had been beautiful so far, and I wanted to keep myself that way for my man. Deep down inside, I knew he would love me no matter what, but that didn’t mean I was just going to let myself go.
Finished, I left the bathroom, made my way to the main room of the house and found Mikey lounging on the couch, staring out at the morning skyline of Los Angeles.
“You know on the east coast we actually get to see it come up over the horizon,” I told him, making my way to the fridge and pulling out a carton of eggs.
“Yeah, and you get to freeze your asses off in the winter.”
“Don’t remind me,” I chuckled. “You want some eggs? An omelet?”
“Whatever you’re having,” he replied. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Would you stop that?” I told him, setting a pan on the stove.
“Stop what?”
“Acting like you’re some kind of imposition on us or something,” I replied, cracking the eggs into a bowl.
“Isn’t that true?” he asked.
“You’re a guest,” I corrected him firmly. “A welcome guest. And a live-in janitor.”
Mikey smiled and came over to the counter. “You’re both too nice, you know that?”
“Maybe,” I replied, dumping the eggs into the pan. “And you are getting an omelet. Half an omelet actually.”
“Sounds good to me!” he grinned. “But shouldn’t you be eating more than that? I mean, you’re eating for two now.”
He wasn’t wrong. I’d been absolutely ravenous lately, and for some reason had developed several random cravings that had come and gone. The first one was for pickles – the actual pickles, not just the one attached to Cole. Then it was brownies, which I’d never been a fan of before, and my latest one was cookie dough ice cream, which I’d been downing by the pint for a week and a half now.
“Breakfasts I like to keep light,” I told him. “I’ll pig out this evening and put myself into a food coma right before bed.”
Mikey laughed and moved to the fridge.
“Orange juice?” he asked.
“Sure, that would be nice!”
He set the carton down behind me, but I heard him pause. I turned to see him looking at me with a strange look on his face.
“What is it?” I asked him. He took a moment to answer.
“You guys…you’re just…do you know how lucky you are?”
I smiled and sprinkled some chives on the omelet and flipped it. “Yes. Yes I do.”
20
Cole
“So, how’s the ol’ ball and chain?” Dominic roared, scooping a donut from the box one of the interns had brought up. “Getting on your nerves yet? Ready to jump off a cliff? It’s not too late! Or maybe you need to make him vanish? I know a guy. I could make a phone call.”
“Shut up, Dominic,” I told him with a frown. “He’s my mate now. Not some floozy from the Fox Hole.”
“Uh huh,” he grinned, shoving the strawberry frosted donut into his mouth. “Tell me that in a year when you’re paying him alimony.”
“The single life’s working out that well for you?” I asked him. He grinned as he swallowed more than half the donut.
“Business is boomin’,” he chuckled.
“So what’s the news with the case?” I asked him. “Are they still claiming the food product was co
ntaminated prior to their distribution?”
“They are,” he replied with a scowl. “But I’ve got…people over at the plant checking up on that.”
“People?” I raised an eyebrow. “You mean Pauly? The snoop?”
“Hey!” Dominic replied, pretending to be offended. “He’s a private investigator. I should be getting a call today or tomorrow. If he doesn’t find anything, we’re pretty much in the clear. No way they’ll be able to win.”
“Thank God,” I replied.
A sense of relief came over me. This case was a big deal, and even though the whole concept of contaminated food was mind-numbingly boring, it was actually a big issue and had affected a lot of people. I just wanted to reach a settlement so I could stop coming into the office so much and could spend more time at home with my mate.
His baby bump was a constant reminder of our love and the new life we were building together, and no matter how bad my day was, coming home to see him made everything okay.
I hadn’t even asked him, but he’d been slowly teaching himself to cook and always had dinner planned each night. I could tell it made him feel good to take care of me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the baby came and I was taking care of him.
A knock came at the door and Jamie stepped inside with an armful of binders.
“I had some things for you, Cole,” he said, coming over to the side of my desk.
“Yeah, just set them there. Thanks, Jamie,” I told him. As he put the binders down, he gave me a look I’d never seen before, and his eyes moved to the red binder as if to indicate there was something special about it.
“My pleasure, Mr. Greyson,” he replied. Something about his smile sent a shiver up my spine. Quickly, he turned on his heels and exited the room.
“What was that about?” Dominic asked.
