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"I like you a lot. Sharing a kid with you wouldn't be horrible." I'd always wanted kids, eventually. If this was fate's sign that the time was now, she had horrible timing. I had a long way to go to support a child financially, but I wasn't about to let money or my heat stop me. "I came here to spend the weekend with you andprobably have sex. I don't see why this has to change anything, unless you're not ready?—"
"Oh, I'm ready." He leaned over and kissed me. The press of his lips was so gentle, but I could sense the predator lurking beneath the surface. "Don't you ever worry about that. You're my mate."
"Show me what that means." I hoped it meant I was about to have the best sex of my life.
CHAPTER 17
OLLIE
SayingI was ready to start a family wasn't lying, per se. I'd never considered being a father, but then, I'd never thought I would find my fated mate on a vacation trip, either. Life was full of firsts. My bear and I hadn't sat down and deliberated over what it meant to be a father, and what that might mean for Blake and me, but that didn't mean my dick was talking for me, did it?
Fuck. Of course my dick was talking for me. Blake's pheromones were in overdrive and his body was producing more slick than ever before. I shimmied a few feet away on the bed, hoping for clarity, but Blake followed me, climbing onto his knees and then straddling my thighs. He pulled me in for a deep kiss, and I was a goner.
"Mine,"my bear said."Mate. Bite. Claim. Family."
He'd been filling my head with the other four words all week. Family was new. Was this his way of telling me he wanted cubs with Blake?
"Family,"he insisted again.
I wasn't ready to be a father yet, but I was totally on board with being a doting mate to my gorgeous omega. Blake broke our kiss, gasping for air. He was so beautiful like that, with hischeeks flushed above his thick stubble and his eyes dark with lust.
"Get naked while I find what we need."
He whined but complied, rolling off me and flopping down onto the bed. His fingers worked the button of his jeans, and then he shoved them down his legs, taking his underwear and both socks off before starting in on his shirt.
Right. I was supposed to be finding the condoms. The shiny new box wasn't even open yet. Irritated with the little sticker over the flap, I partially shifted my hand and sliced through it with a claw. The economy pack would last through Blake's heat, right? If it didn't …
I squinted my eyes shut and shook my head to dislodge thoughts of a potential future. We were here, now, and Blake needed me to help him through his heat. If the condom broke, or we ran out, we would deal with it. Until then, my mate was in my home, in my bed, and in heat. He needed me. My bear, my knot, and I were up for the challenge.
"How long do your heats usually last?"
Blake's hands came around my chest, and he started undoing the buttons on my flannel. "The first one was two days, and I've been suppressing them ever since." He sighed. "I'll probably need to take Monday off, though."
He was so warm from his heat, I felt cold when he pulled away. I finished removing my shirt, pants, underwear, and socks while he dug his phone from the pocket of his jeans.
"One sec. Need to message my supervisor."
"You're still really lucid for someone experiencing their first heat in years."
His joyful laugh filled my lungs with something lighter than air, buoying me while I searched under my bed for the box of toys. Despite what he said, he would probably still need the toys, especially when my cock was too chafed to continue. I'd helped afew omegas through heat sex before, and I was never enough to satisfy them.
"Mate,"my bear reminded me. Okay, then. If heat sex was different with my mate, we would find out. Until then, I wanted to be prepared for anything. I grabbed the shoebox with both hands and shuffled backward on my knees.
"Okay, that's done."
Before I had the box free of the bed, Blake goosed me, sending the lid and a small vibrator flying. "Whatcha got there?"
I pulled the box the rest of the way out. Inside were two dildos, one with an inflatable knot and the other with a sloped knot for easier insertion. The egg vibrator was now sitting in a dust mote, but the box of three adjustable vibrators was still intact.
"How many omegas have you helped through their heats?" Blake's tone had an edge of anger to it.
"Four." I exhaled through my nose, but it did nothing to remove my frustration. "I was never enough for them, which is why I'm getting this out."
Blake's arms snaked around my chest, and he flattened along my back. His breath tickled my nape, and then he kissed me there, sending ripples of desire shooting to my cock. "I'm … I'm not … okay, I'm a little jealous. A lot jealous."
I sat back on my knees and pulled him around me until he straddled my lap. "You have no reason to be jealous. They were construction buddies who needed some help, nothing more."
"You work with them?" His voice squeaked into another octave, reminding me of my mom when she was pissed.
