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“Will it happen the first time?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. Usually, one of the first few times,” I nodded. “It’s because of the mating response. I--- I didn’t even think to ask Kaladar is it would be okay for us---”

“I did,” he said without missing a beat. “I asked and he said it was fine. I didn’t ask about conception but….”

“He would’ve said not to if he was worried about something bad happening,” I said, soothing his worries before they embedded themselves too far into his heat-rattled brain. “The question is do you want them.”

He rose up to his knees and looked down at me. His face fell into the calm, pensive expression he wore so often when he was working something out about his new life on the mountain with the peck.

“You know, I hadn’t thought about it. Maybe I should’ve since my being an omega is what caused me so many damn problems.”

“We can wait until the heat is over and discuss it. I can introduce you to some other omegas and you can ask questions and…”

“I don’t want to wait,” he shook his head.

“There is plenty we can do to pass your heat, mate, that doesn’t include conception,” I said, reaching out to cradle his cheek in my hand. He leaned into my warmth and closed his eyes for a second before nuzzling my palm. I knew then there was no waiting. We had waited since the moment we met. The fire burning between us was fueled by magic even older than that taught by the peck. Even older than the magic Dern practiced when he thought no one was watching him.

“Are you still going to like me if I’m all fat and cranky? Because that’s what I know about pregnancy. It makes people fat and cranky,” he said, barely keeping the corners of his mouth turning up into a grin.

“Even more so. Maybe fat and cranky is my taste in wolf mates.”

“Hey! I’m not fat or cranky,” he said, glancing down at his naked body.

“Not yet but if you have no objections, you may be that way soon,” I teased.

He reached down and wrapped his burning fist around my cock again. A startled moan escaped my lips, and I sank back onto the pillows. His scent was all I could focus on. So, I really hoped he thought things through, and it wasn’t just the heat talking.

“Relax,”my bird cooed into my thoughts.“This is how life is supposed to go. This is how we’re meant to be. He would’ve told us to fuck off somewhere else if he didn’t want to do this. If he didn’t want an egg.”

Dern placed a firm kiss against the head of my cock and my phoenix’s voice faded from my thoughts. With his mouth sliding down my shaft I couldn’t think of anything else. He could easily be my undoing. I’d do anything for him. I’d bring down empires for him and give him the head of anyone who tried to hurt him or anyone we cared about.

His moist, silky tongue slid down my dick and my breath hitched in my lungs. I let it out in a low, slow moan and ran my fingers through his hair. Dern wrapped is arms under me as if to hold me in place as his mouth slid up and then back down my dick. He took more of me into his gloriously warm mouth with each pass. His skin burnt hotter with each passing second until the fire in me burnt brighter just to reach out to him. I hated to admit it but I didn’t last long inside my mate’s warm mouth with his teasing tongue drawing everything out of me in minutes. He swallowed down the proof of my pleasure that he sucked out and I pulled him up for a kiss because I still hadn’t had enough of him.

“My turn,” I whispered against his lips. “You’re so fucking slick, mate. I can smell it from here. You smell so fucking good. Don’t ever believe any of those jackasses who said anything negative about it.”

I rolled over, taking him with me. I claimed his lips in another hard kiss before dragging my mouth down his throat to his heaving chest marked with light hair the umber color as his wolf’s fur. I kissed across one of his collarbones and then the other before turning my attention to the hard, pink peaks of his nipples. They were as perfect as the rest of him and tasted sweet like the fruity lotion I’d lathered him up with after our post-execution bath. I breathed in his scent, searching out anything that didn’t belong to him. It was all him. Not a single trace of Elke’s blood was left behind.

I licked over his nipples, dragging my tongue over their peaks as his hands explored the contours of my back. Dern was lean, but muscular and his body was strong and hard under mine. I kissed his nipples and his chest until his back arched and his legs widened, making room for me. I licked, kissed, and sucked my way down his belly, pausing long enough to sweep my tongue around the dip of his adorable navel. Every inch of him was beautiful and succulent and all mine. I licked and kissed lower and lower but took my time getting anywhere in particular. His hips rocked under me, urging me ever onwards. I licked the head of his cock, taking away the precum that already formed there. Every inch of my mate burnt hot but the middle of his body was warmer than the rest. I gave his cock and balls a few affectionate licks before sliding my hands under his thighs and pushing them up toward his chest.

“Ormund,” he whispered my name, and I glanced up his beautiful body to meet his gaze.

“Yes, mate?” I asked, unsure if he called my name out to grasp my attention or just in pleasure.

“It’s so warm,” he murmured.

“Want me to open a window? To see if I can ask around for some ice? We don’t use it often but some of the birds in the peck have ice makers.”

“I want you,” he said, his words morphing into a wolfy whimper as he spoke.

“I’m right here,” I whispered back to him and licked up one of his well-define thighs, cleaning it of the slick that had found its way there. He was sweet on my tongue. Anyone who tried to make him ashamed of his slick should be hung by their balls and used for target practice because he was perfect and delicious and all mine. I licked his other thigh, and his hips arched again as much as they could with his legs pressed back against his torso. I cupped his balls, reveling in their warm, heavy weight rolling over my fingers. I toyed with his scrotum until a soft moan rolled off his lips. I wanted him to sound like that forever. I wanted to spend the rest of eternity listening to his moans of pleasure to make up for every time he’d made a painful or unhappy sound since they tossed him on the butchering table. I kissed the roundness of his ass cheeks, drenched in his slick. I lapped at the thick, natural lubricant working my way closer and closer to his omegahole. I kept my hand on his heavy balls, rolling them over my fingers and taking on their heavy weight for him. He rocked his hips until I let go of his testicles and moved to hold his cock. Dern was thick and provided some girth to really hold onto. I reveled in pulse thrumming against my palm as I stroked him slowly.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dern

Many years ago on Pharenos

The air caught in my lungs with Ormund’s nimble tongue brushed over my omegahole for the first time. For a second, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, and I sure in the hell couldn’t think straight. I froze under him, mesmerized by his nimble tongue teasing my hole. He lapped up my slickness, reveling in the taste of my arousal as no other man had ever done.

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