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“Fuck,” I gasp out as Ghenie slides back in. He starts up a steady pace, fucking me with long, strong thrusts. All I can do is hold onto the sheets and take it. My dick is drooling precum, making a mess of the sheets below me which is exactly what Ghenie wanted. They’ll smell like us now.

Ghenie’s tail snakes its way between my legs, wrapping around my cock. He strokes me as he fucks me. One of his hands reaches below me to my chest, flicking my nipples. It’s all so much. It’s all too much.

“I’m going to probe you with my mind,” Ghenie says, his voice strained. “I will reach for you and I will need you to reach back. Can you do that, pruist ?”

“Yes,” I gasp out. “I can do that. Probe me, Ghenie.” We’re having a moment but I can’t help but chuckle at my choice of words.

Ghenie’s movements never slow down, fucking me hard. I feel a warmth within the back of my mind that doesn’t belong to me. It’s different than when Ghenie speaks within my mind. This is stronger, more intimate while also being more foreign.

I close my eyes and breathe out through my nose, doing my best to clear my mind.

Then I push back with everything I have.

I want this connection. I want to be Ghenie’s.

I want him to be my mate in every way possible.

With this bond, there will never be a way for either of us to run away and part of me finds that terrifying but the majority of me welcomes it.

It’s a tether that will keep our bond strong and permanent. There’s safety in that.

Ghenie stutters as the bond slips into place, forged between us. I can feel him and he can feel me. He is mine and I am his. I can feel his love, his devotion, his desire for me. I can even feel his pleasure.

We both gasp out, a feedback loop of pleasure back and forth, feeding into each other and driving our pleasure higher and higher.

I cry out as I come, covering the blankets beneath me in cum.

I can feel Ghenie coming as well, his huge cock throbbing inside of me.

I feel stuffed to the brim with not only his dick but also his cum. I feel so fucking full. I feel claimed.

Ghenie , I say within my head, doing my best to project it to him. This thing on?

Our bond is solidified, yes. I did not know it would feel like this. It is overwhelming.

Now that I know it’s working, I do my best to steel myself. Letting out a stuttered breath, I project into Ghenie’s mind, I love you.

Ghenie gasps behind me. He pulls himself free from my ass before pushing me over so he can look into my face. His eyes are wide and a tear drips down.

“I love you too,” he says softly. “I love you in a way I did not know possible. I love you with everything I have and with everything I am. I am yours, Christian.”

I swallow around the lump in my throat, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. “I know I don’t say it enough and I’m practically allergic to emotions. But I love you, Ghenie.”

I wince at the feeling of cum dripping from my ass but that’s easy to ignore as I stand up and kiss my mate. I kiss him for as long as he’ll let me. I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. Eventually, Ghenie pulls back but instead of smiling, he’s wincing.

“What’s wrong?”

A moment later, I hear a splash of something hitting the ground. We both look down as liquid drips down the back of Ghenie’s thighs.

“Oh,” he says, looking back up at me. “I think this baby is ready to come.”

“Oh fuck!” I look down at myself and then down at Ghenie before laughing at how absurd this moment is. This timing couldn’t have been worse. “They’re not even born yet and they’re cock blocking us!”

“That is not true,” Ghenie says with a smile. “They let us finish before coming.”

I usher both of us into the bathroom in order to clean both of us up. Then I help Ghenie back into his nest. I get all of our supplies ready; clean towels, water, ice chips, and snacks.

“Do you need anything? Should I run into town and get your parents?”

Ghenie shakes his head. “Just stay here with me? Please?”

“Anything you need. I mean that,” I tell him, crawling into the bed with him. Ghenie moves onto his side, his hand on his stomach. I curl up behind him, holding him as he goes through the pain of contractions. I wish there was something more I could do to help, something to take his pain away.

I’m thankful for my training in becoming an EMT, it helps me keep a clear head. It helps me know what to expect as labor progresses. I wipe sweat from Ghenie’s brow, massage his lower back, and help him through his breathing.

“It is time. I can feel it,” Ghenie eventually says. I help him get into the position that’s most comfortable for him and I’m there to help our baby into the world, catching them on their way out.

I’m honored that I get to be in this position. I’m honored that Ghenie trusts me.

I stare down at the person in my hands. He’s so small, fresh in the world. His skin is the most dazzling turquoise color with some light fuzz on the top of his head. His antennae are flat against his head and his tail is wrapped around his upper thigh. He is perfect.

Maribel taught me to love in a way that was uniquely just for her. Now my heart somehow grows in size, making room for my son. He will have a piece of me just for him. I love him. I love him so much.

“We have a son,” I say, carefully passing him over to Ghenie.

“He is beautiful.” Ghenie runs his fingers over his face. “His antennae will straighten and grow as he gets older. He is perfect.” Ghenie looks up at me, a grin across his face. “We have one of each. We will have to try again and see if we can have a hybrid next.”

A startled chuckle leaves my throat and I shake my head in disbelief. “You’ve only just had a baby and you’re already thinking about the next one?”

“Yes. I would not mind a large family. As many as we’re granted.”

I never thought of myself as a family guy. I always just assumed I would be alone forever by choice. Now, I can see what Ghenie sees. A bigger house on the outskirts of town filled with kiddos and love. I don’t just see it, I suddenly crave it.

“Okay,” I say softly. “That sounds good to me.”

Ghenie smiles so wide I can see his fangs. I lean down and steal a kiss before kissing the top of our son’s head. Ghenie brings him to his chest, allowing him to feed for the first time.

“Are you still certain of your name now that you’ve met him?”

“I am,” Ghenie says with a soft smile. “Thane.”

“Thane,” I say as well, touching our son’s head. “He’s perfect.”

We stay cuddled in bed for as long as we can. Miles brings Maribel over, congratulating us before leaving so we can have time together as a new family. He promises to bring food over in the morning.

“Hey, baby girl,” I say, holding onto Maribel. “This is your new baby brother.”

Maribel coos, making noises that are so close to words but not quite. It’s hard to believe she’s just over a year old. Two babies under two. We’re gonna have our hands full but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I cannot believe this is my life. How did a kid abandoned by his parents who put up walls upon walls upon walls around his heart somehow end up here? I’m not sure I’ll ever know the answer but I’m more thankful than I can articulate.

Once upon a time, a picture like this would have made me wrinkle my nose and run away. I was terrified of committing. I was terrified of being hurt again. Now, I can’t imagine ever running. These are my people and I am here to stay.

I love you. Apparently now that I’ve said it once, I can’t stop saying it. I’m gonna annoy you until you push me away.

Ghenie meets my eyes. There is nothing in this world that could make me push you away. I love you, Christian .

It says a lot about how far I’ve come that when I hear that, I believe it.