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“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” he moaned, rocking his hips as come shot out of his cock. Snatching Ersa’s pants off, Xander dropped between his thighs as all the strength left his body.

“Wait… wait…” Ersa whimpered, trying to push to his elbows. “I… I need… uhh…”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Xander said as he nuzzled Ersa’s chest. He opened his mouth and sucked on the hard nipple, his saliva wetting the thin fabric of Ersa’s sleeping shirt.

Ersa’s mouth fell open in a soundless scream. His body tensed, every muscle locked as his hole convulsed around Xander’s knot, sucking him dry of his come. Xander loved this part—the blissful oblivion where his mind turned hazy, thoughts dissolving into nothingness, his body paralyzed by the overwhelming pleasure. Xander closed his eyes and gave himself to the moment. A while later, when his knot had subsided and the pleasure that had flooded his body simmered deliciously beneath his skin, Xander pushed to his elbows to check on Ersa. The blissed-out look on the omega’s face sent a shiver through him, stirring something deep in his heart.

“Are you okay?” Xander asked.

“Yes,” Ersa said, a tiny smile pulling at his lips. “And you… are you okay?”

Xander frowned. “Yes? Why do you ask?”

Ersa’s smile widened, warm and teasing. “Because you asked me first,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I figured it was only fair to return the favor.”

Xander locked eyes with the omega for a moment, a spark of mischief passing between them, and then he pounced. Ersa let out a startled screech, twisting in a desperate attempt to escape, but Xander was faster. He caught him with ease, yanking him down onto the bed. Laughter erupted between them as they rolled around the mattress, limbs tangling in a playful struggle for dominance. Ersa fought back, determined, but Xander held his ground, his chest rising with exhilaration. Joy bubbled inside him, pure and unexpected. He had never imagined he’d find an omega he could let loose with like this—someone who could match his energy, his teasing, his need to simply exist. It felt good.

And that feeling only grew stronger as they spent more time together, their bond deepening in quiet, gentle ways. Days slipped by, filled with soft laughter and shared glances—planting new life in their ever-growing garden, tending to Benjn with the easy rhythm of a family, and stealing moments just for themselves.

On warm evenings, they’d stretch out in their little oasis, lying on a soft blanket surrounded by a sea of pillows. The garden had transformed into something magical—string lights twinkled from the shrubs they’d planted with their own hands, casting a golden glow over leaves that swayed in the soft breeze. Above them, the sky stretched wide and endless, stars winking down like they were in on the secret of their happiness.

“I have something for you,” Xander said, breaking the silence.

“What is it?” Ersa asked, not lifting his head from where it rested against Xander’s chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin.

“Give me your wrist,” Xander murmured.

Curious, Ersa held out his wrist without hesitation, and Xander carefully clicked a cool, gleaming band into place around it. The soft snick of the lock made his heart pound, a deep satisfaction rising in his chest as one of his most primal urges found a quiet release.

The wristband was simple but striking—polished metal that gleamed in the soft light, snug against Ersa’s skin. It wasn’t a claiming mark, not yet—their relationship was still too new for that conversation—but this… this was a promise. A symbol of what Xander hoped they were building together.

Ersa’s breath caught as he turned his wrist, the band catching the light. His fingers brushed over the small padlock attached to it, his gaze softening when it rose to meet Xander’s.

“It’s beautiful,” he whispered. Then his lips quirked into a teasing smile. “Where’s the key?”

Xander swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Can I… keep it with me?” he asked, his voice tentative, his heart thudding a little too hard as he waited for Ersa’s reaction.

For a moment, Ersa just stared at him—and then his smile softened into something warmer, something that made Xander’s chest ache.

“Only if you promise never to lose it,” he said quietly.

“I won’t,” Xander said, pulling him close.

“I could lie here with you forever,” he murmured, his voice heavy with contentment. His fingers brushed lazily through Ersa’s hair, his heart full in a way he hadn’t known was possible.

“Me too,” Ersa whispered, his eyes warm and tender as he propped himself up on his elbows. Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed him, slow and sweet, a promise in every touch.

Chapter 12

Ersa

“Wheredidthatservingbot disappear to?” Ersa mumbled around a mouthful of crispy, spiced meat, his gaze sweeping over the crowded eatery. “These meat fries are unreal.”

“You want to order again?” Jun asked, incredulous, his eyes drifting to the stack of empty plates cluttering the table. They had already eaten enough for an army. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were eating for two.”

Ersa dismissed the comment with a lazy wave, already lifting his arm to flag down a nearby server. Before he could get their attention, Jun yanked his arm down with a firm grip, dragging the sleeve along with it. The fabric slipped away, exposing the crescent-shaped scratch that Ersa had deliberately kept hidden. He tensed, knowing exactly where this was headed. Ersa had wanted to avoid this conversation, but there was no escaping it now.

“I thought you said it was a onetime thing,” Jun murmured, his gaze locking onto Ersa’s arm, eyes dark with unspoken questions. “This looks fresh. Did you fuck your alpha last night?”

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