Page 9 of Accidentally All Inclusive (Beartastic Summer of Love #5)

Westley

Once I stepped into the cabin, I knew that something was going on with Jules.

I was only gone for about an hour. I’d walked to the main office to grab extra waters and a few snacks that I’d seen Jules eyeing earlier in the day. Once he woke from his nap, he might like a little something sweet. And I liked to see him smile.

The intoxicating aroma that hit me when I stepped inside told me that there was more the Jules’s behavior than just exhaustion.

Heat.

Mate.

Breed.

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

“Jules?” I called out, stepping closer to the bed, slowly like I was approaching a spooked animal and not... whatever it was that Jules was to me.

Mate.

Yes. My bear recognized Jules as my mate.

I was beginning to believe it too. I thought I had more time to woo him, to make him see that we were mates.

Only fate was getting in the way of that.

She sped up the timeline. If Jules was in heat—probably his first one—then he would need someone to help him through it.

Or he could choose to suffer through it alone, that was his prerogative, and I would honor whatever decision he made.

Experiencing a heat without an alpha would make it last longer, though.

“Westley?” Jules’s voice was laced with a groan. The sound of him going straight to my groin.

I came around the corner to see Jules sprawled out on the bed. He had stripped out of his clothes and was only wearing a pair of short, blue briefs. They barely covered him. His cock was hard beneath the fabric, straining against the confines. He palmed his hand over the hard flesh.

My throat went dry, and I nearly dropped everything I was holding.

“What’s happening?” he asked. His eyes were half closed, a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead.

“You’re in heat,” I said.

“Oh fuck. That’s never happened before.” His hand continued to move over his hard cock, his other hand trailing down his torso. When his fingers grazed over his pebbled nipple, I dropped the bag I carried.

“It’s going to be okay, Jules. I can leave and make sure—”

“No! Westley. You can’t. Don’t leave me.”

My bear and I didn’t like the distress that filled his voice. I sat on the bed, rushing to his side, and placed a hand on his exposed thigh. His skin was warm to the touch, and his scent filled my nostrils. My eyes fluttered closed while I drew in the scent of summer berries and honeysuckle.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m not going anywhere. I—”

“You feel it too, right, Westley? Are you—Are we…?”

I couldn’t deny him. I never would.

“I do, Jules. I feel it. I was going to... to court you. To do this right. We can wait, we don’t have to—”

“Don’t you dare leave me right now, Westley. I need you. I need you badly. I ache with it. You’re the only one who can fill me with what I need. Take me, Westley. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

“Jules...” I ran a hand through my hair. He writhed on the bed, his hand pushing down the fabric that covered the last bit of skin I couldn’t see. I closed my eyes. “You have to be sure. If we spend your heat together, that’s it. We’re mates. There will be no one else for either of us.”

“Do you want that?” The vulnerability in his voice would be my undoing. But still, I had to be honest. It was a bold question and one I couldn’t deny.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you. I want you more than my next breath. You’re it for me, Jules. You are my mate whether I spend this heat with you or not. We can wait for the next one. After I’ve had time to court you properly. You can come back to my den. You’ll be welcome there.”

“No.” He grabbed my hand, tugging me toward him with more strength than I knew he possessed. “Need you, now. We don’t need to wait. I want you.”

The kicked my instincts into high gear. My bear roared beneath the surface, determined to give Jules what he wanted.

What we both wanted. I hesitated, only because I wanted to make certain that we were making the right choice.

I knew Jules was my mate. I knew it in my soul, but there would be no coming back from this.

“Jules,” I said. “Are you sure?” My voice was thick with desire.

Jules’s hips bucked off the bed. The scent of his slick hardened my cock. It was his eyes that did me in. They bored into me with an intensity that had me staggering backwards. This was an omega who knew what he wanted. And right now, he wanted me.

“You’re my alpha. Mine. Now claim me. Please.”

His breath came in ragged gasps, but the intent was clear. There was desperation but also determination.

I shucked off my shirt and undid my jeans. Just as I pushed them down my legs, Jules tore off the last scrap of fabric he wore. His hard cock bounced free. It was larger than what I expected for his small frame.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I straddled him and pressed my lips to his, devouring the taste of his desperation and need. The heat that radiated from him lit a fire in me. Jules moaned into the kiss, and every ounce of tension in his body disintegrated in my arms.

Jules opened for me. His legs. His mouth. His body welcomed me.

“Jules.” I breathed against his neck, my mouth grazing where my mate mark would go.

“Yes?”

“I’ve—I’ve never done this either. I wanted my first time to be with my mate. With you.”

Jules pushed at my shoulder gently until I was far enough away that he could look in my eyes. “I love that for us,” he said. “We’ll learn together.”

“Tell me what you want? What do you need?”

His hips bucked as if searching for friction against my hip.

“Your cock is thick. Bigger than I expected, and I haven’t even seen it yet, I can just feel it. Can you stretch me open? With your fingers?”

I grinned. “I’ll do one better,” I said. My mouth watered as my wildest fantasies came to life before my very eyes. I’d read about rimming in the romance novels my sister enjoyed. I’d become addicted to the idea of sharing that experience with my mate.

I moved down Jules’s body, and his fingers tangled in my hair.

I had my face buried between his legs, my beard nuzzled against his balls.

His breath hitched when my tongue swiped over his opening.

The sweet taste of his slick exploded on my tongue.

Years ago I’d stumbled on a recently abandoned beehive.

I spent an hour licking the honeycomb until there wasn’t a single drop of honey left and my bear was full.

I thought then that nothing could ever compare.

This was better. Sweeter and more satisfying than anything in this world.

Made for me. And I would be the only person to every taste this sweet nectar.

“Westley!” Jules tugged at hair, but I didn’t relent. I lapped at his hole, my tongue spearing him open until my face was wet with his slick. “Fuck, please! I can’t.”

“Come for me, Jules, baby. Omega mine. Come from my touch.”

Jules thrashed beneath me, but I didn’t let up. My hands held his hips, gentle as I could be, while he rode my face. Tension built in his thighs, and they squeezed against my ears. My arousal soared higher, my cock thick and hard between my legs. I rutted against the edge of the bed.

“Westley,” he moaned.

I worked hard, exploring new territories with my tongue. My bear preened in satisfaction at making my mate come undone.

With each flick of my tongue, his release drew closer.

“Let go, Jules,” I urged.

“Coming!”

Jules tensed under my fingertips, and his balls tightened. His hips bucked, and I sat back so that I could watch him come under. Ropey white spurts of cum covered his stomach.

I gripped my cock and pumped, so close to losing control against his tanned skin.

“Mark me, make me yours, Westley.”

His words sent me over the edge, and my release erupted out of me, covering his stomach with my spend and my scent. Our cum covered his belly.

Mine. Jules was mine.