Page 268 of Labor of Love

“Yeah.” He winces, clawing at his knee. “We were supposed to get married but I ran away.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “So he's expecting you back then?”

“Probably. I was never supposed to leave to begin with but…” He pauses, eyes flicking up at mine.

“But you wouldn't have ended up here if you didn't.” My chest clenches when my mind tries to entertain the idea. I can't even fathom never meeting him now. It's crazy, but a hollowness inside me I thought was created from having my heart broken so many times finally feels filled. No way can I actually believe in all this fated mate crap but I can't deny the light that turned on inside me as soon as his lips pressed to mine either.

“No, and then I would have never known you existed. I spent so much of my life traveling through different packs anddeciding I was one of the few who didn't have a fate. It's because I was looking in the wrong places.”

“There are shifters without fated mates?”

“Yeah, but they still carry out happy lives with bonded mates much like themselves. My family found me who they thought would be my perfect match but they were wrong.”

“I thought the same about myself many times. I was wrong too. About Eric and the men before him.” What if I'm wrong by letting whatever is happening between me and him continue?

“Were you and Eric together for a long time?”

“Two years. Which is the longest I've been with anyone.”

“Were you bonded to him?” He tilts his head.

“I…no…humans don't really…I mean, we fell in love. At least I did.”

“I thought I did too, but it was probably more of the idea of love. I had this whole life for us made up in my head and then the vision disappeared in an instant when I…well, it doesn't matter anymore.”

“Is that because you don't plan on going back?”

“I should. I need to.”

“But?” My heart clings to hope and I'm not even sure of what for.

“I don't want to.” His brown eyes bore into mine and he links our fingers together, bringing my hand back to his face, creating sparks between our skin every place it meets.

I don't want him to either. “How about we play it by ear,” I start again. “Nothing has to be set in stone tonight. We can figure it all out tomorrow.” My eyes fall to his pebbling nipples and then to the shiny tip of his cock. An overwhelming hunger stirs inside me, and I lick my lips as I force my eyes to meet his again.

His eyes darken with lust. “Yeah, tomorrow. Because if I don't have you again soon, I think I might burst into flames.”Warm fingers wrap around the base of my cock and I jerk forward, flames scattering along my skin. Feeling like I need him as much as my next breath, I crash my lips to his and lie him over the bed, rutting our cocks together.

Quickly getting addicted to the taste of his lips, I keep kissing him, no longer caring about the reason behind this intense need. This desire burning inside me can only be satisfied in one way—claiming all of his body with mine.

I drop my hand between his legs, surprised to find him already wet between his thighs.Slick. I've heard about omega shifters having it. He's an omega. That's why he's so wet and ready for me. This is real and so is he.

The lubricant dripping from his hole makes it easy for my finger to slip inside him. I plunge in and out a few times before adding a second. He moans, spreading his body like a starfish, bucking his hips forward. I move between his thighs, pulling out my fingers to lift his legs over my shoulders to expose his hole. The pretty pink bud flutters and my mouth waters. I need to be inside him now. I can’t wait any longer.

I stare toward my drawer and back at him.

He shakes his head. "We don't need one. Nothing can be transmitted between our kinds, and I've never heard of a human breeding a shifter before.”

I ignore his breeding statement, not sure why he would mention us not being able to. We both have the same anatomy, of course it isn't possible for me to get him pregnant. Nodding, I line my cock up with his pucker and press to his entrance, sinking in slowly. His tight channel squeezes my cock as I go deeper, and I pull out to slam back in harder. My thrusts increase with each shift of my hips, our skin slapping together and his moans mixing with mine.

He shudders underneath me when I find his sweet spot and I grind against it, moving in circular motions. My vision blursas pleasure cascades up my body. His sounds only grow louder when I take each of his nipples between my teeth, sucking and biting the hard nubs until he is thrashing against the sheets.

"I won't last," he says in between pants. "It feels way too good."

I take his cock in hand, stroking it in rhythm with my moving hips as I continue to bury myself inside him. He's so tight and wet. It feels way too good, and I'm worried I won't last long.

He screams his way through his second orgasm, covering my fingers and his stomach with his release. The sight of him takes my breath away and I lose control of my body, coming inside him. Nothing has ever felt so right, and in this moment he feels like mine—as if he always has been.

I collapse beside him, still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around tonight's events. I'm naked and in bed with a man who was just a bunny I bought at a pet store. How can this be real? Looking at him again with his glazed over eyes and blissed out expression, he really is like a dream come true—one I'm too happy to remain in a little longer. Too tired to worry about our bodies covered in cum, I tug him into my arms, needing to be close to him again and as his breathing evens out, I lose my fight to sleep beside him.

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