Page 54 of Destined Mate

Not only did he believe Wesley’s words, the bond that was slowly tying their souls together pulsed with sincerity and truth. Words were great and all, but there was no denying what thebond was telling him. And that was reason enough for him to go ahead with the claiming tonight.

“I’ve wanted a mate who truly loves me. Not my talent, not my social position, but me.” Jerome inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. “If anything, I’m scared being Fated mates is too good to be true.”

Wesley rubbed his cheek against Jerome’s hair and murmured, “It’s not too good to be true.”

A part of Jerome knew that already—the part that buzzed whenever Wesley was near or that leaned toward him without meaning to and was hyperaware of where he was.

Wesley’s fingers ghosted over Jerome’s jawline. “And I’ll happily show you that.”

Jerome turned so he could look into Wesley’s eyes. They were a stunning chocolate brown that he could lose himself in forever if he wasn’t careful. But he didn’t want to be careful ever again when it came to love—when it came to Wesley.

“Then show me,” he whispered.

The heat in those gorgeous brown eyes darkened with longing, and maybe relief too.

“Now?” Wesley asked as his arms tightened around him.

Jerome nodded.

Wesley swept him up in his arms and headed out of the office. “Tell me where to go.”

Jerome gave brief instructions, then buried his face in Wesley’s neck. He pressed his lips to the pulse pounding there, then flicked his tongue out to taste it.

Raising his head to see where they were, he pointed at the door to the guestroom he’d been using. “That’s my room.”

Wesley stopped in front of the door. “Was this where you were held?”

“Yes. Elmer took over the master bedroom. The other two bedrooms Elmer’s betas used. The remaining two rooms don’t have sheets on the beds.”

“Then I’ll fucking well make a bed, but we willnotbe doing this in the room you were held captive.” Wesley snarled, setting Jerome on his feet. “Where are the sheets?”

Jerome had no intention of debating the matter, so he gestured for Wesley to follow him. They walked down a dimly lit hallway to a small closet.

He opened it, revealing neatly stacked sheets, their crisp whiteness contrasting with the dark polished wood they were stacked on. With that in hand, he led Wesley to an unoccupied room.

His heart raced at the thought of what they were about to do. The room was modest but inviting, with soft, silvery moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Excitement and nerves wound through Jerome’s body as he stepped inside. He turned to find Wesley looking at him with an expression of longing.

Here was an alpha who wanted him above all else. He hadn’t dared let himself hope for it, but the proof was standing right there in front of his very eyes.

He took another breath to calm himself, but it turned into a sharp inhale as Wesley grabbed the comforter and tossed it on a nearby chair.

“Help me?” Wesley asked as he unfolded the sheets.

An alpha who wasn’t afraid to ask an omega for help. Imagine that. And so he helped. He helped make the bed where they would share their love. A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine.

Once Wesley finished arranging the sheets, he draped the comforter neatly back over the end of the bed, smoothing out any wrinkles with a gentle hand.

The fabric shimmered slightly in the light, its soft texture inviting and warm. Going to the bedroom door, Wesley kicked the it shut, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room.

Then he returned to Jerome. Without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped into Wesley’s embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of his arms enveloping him.

Wesley kissed him, their lips moving together in a hungry dance as they tugged at each other’s clothes.

Jerome ended the kiss and shimmied out of his jeans, the fabric sliding easily down his legs. They pooled around his feet as he kicked them off, freeing himself from clothing that suddenly was too restrictive.

His cock sprang forward, hard and aching.

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