Page 11 of Calling from the Heart
“Uhn!” Owen’s eyes opened wide, and he licked his lips. “Jeb. Yes. Good.”
“So good, baby. Perfect.” He’d never felt more at home. He was surrounded by heat, his omega was in his arms, and his knot was threatening to grow.
“This is real. You’re here with me.” Owen kissed him, never breaking their gazes.
“I am. Come on, baby. Ride me. I want you to come on my knot.”
Owen nodded, moving on his prick, riding him with a steady frown, up and down, taking more with every thrust down.
His knot swelled, his balls so tight they might just crawl inside him. “Oh, fuck. Love.”
“Uh-huh. Love.” Owen was moving faster, bucking and rocking down, grinding his hips in a circle. It was maddening and perfect and just exactly what he needed.
“You feel perfect,” Jeb said.
“I do. Don’t stop.” Owen sunk his teeth into Jeb’s bottom lip and tugged, making Jeb a little wild.
His knot swelled even bigger, his hips rocking up, making Owen his again. He couldn’t get enough. He needed everything. He tweaked those hard little nipples, then grabbed Owen’s bouncing cock.
Owen’s body tightened around him, and his eyes crossed. “Yes…”
“Soon, love. Then later we can have a slow feast for the senses in bed.” But now, he needed Owen to come on his cock. To paint his belly with spunk.
“Uh-huh. Been too long. I can’t hold it. Let me have your knot.”
Demanding, perfect omega.
“Uhn.” He lost speech entirely, because his knot swelled and lodged deep in Owen, and his eyes rolled back in his head with the effort not to come. Not just yet.
Jeb wanted — no. No, he needed to feel Owen’s pleasure, to see it on his lover’s face.
“Owen.” Words came back to him, even as his orgasm tried to crawl up his spine. “Come for me, baby. Now.”
“I love you,” Owen whispered, his lips parted. “I love you, Jeb.”
Then come sprayed in between them.
“Oh, fuck, baby. I love you so much.” And that would serve them well as they fixed this. He knew it. He came so hard he saw stars, his knot buried deep.
His world swung, his heart pounding furiously as he held onto his world.
“I have you, baby,” he murmured. “I have you right here.” That was the most important thing.
“I just hope you’ll keep me.”
“I intend to.” He let Owen snuggle up to him, let himself luxuriate in holding Owen tight. It would take time for Owen to believe him, but he was right where he wanted to be.
The snow was still falling, and he was going to keep his lover warm and safe.
Four
It was still snowing.
It was Sunday morning, and Owen had to get to his house for clothes, his lesson plans, to get ready for tomorrow. He crawled out of bed to pee, because that was an urgent thing these days.
He wasn’t due until the first of March, but his daughter was heavy enough to make him have to pee a thousand times a day.
“Babe?” Jeb sounded pretty alarmed. “Where are you going?”
