Page 79 of Duke's Baby Deal
He let out an exasperated snort. “Didn’t I just explain that I’ll look after the baby so you can go to school? I’m no one special. I do some carpentry, I stomp on fights when things get out of hand.” He took one of my hands and held it up between us. “You, with this hand. I’ve seen you take away tears, I’ve seen you comfort a frightened pup and send them off to play happy again. I’ve seen you fix scrapes and cuts and broken toys.” He brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed the fingers. “There’s love and skill and talent in these hands, and they should be used for what they’re meant for. I won’t let anything stand in their way. If you want a pup, I’m happy to make one with you. As long as you let me carry the heavy end of the load, so that you can become what you’re meant to be.”
I stared at him with wide eyes. “You mean that?”
He smiled. “Get your clothes off, mate.” And he grabbed my t-shirt by the bottom and tugged it up to my chest. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“Not a chance. You better get your clothes off too. Mate.” I put special emphasis on the last word, and he laughed and grabbed my head to kiss me the way an alpha kisses his omega. And I was completely his.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
We were naked almost as soon as the kiss ended and then I was on my back, pinned beneath Duke’s muscular body, and I was deliriously happy. He kissed me, and kissed me some more, and said silly, loving things to me, and all I could do was squirm and whine and try to pull him even closer than gravity was doing. He laughed, low and sexy, and turned his head to nibble down the side of my neck.
“Oh, Duke!” He was going to make me come just doing that, but I couldn’t tell him to stop. This was what I’d dreamed about the last two years and I was ecstatic to finally know what it felt like, for real, to make love to Duke while I was in heat. I traced the muscles in his back, the way they flattened out, then swelled underneath my fingers absolutely wonderful to me. I’d felt it before, but my body seemed more alive right now, more aware of him and me and everything between us, so each small contact or feeling felt the size of the enclave itself.
He huffed against my neck, warm and ticklish. I wrapped one leg around his waist and groaned at the feel of him against my inner thigh. I wanted him now, inside me. It was a totally different kind of urgency than what I felt when I wasn’t in heat. It was as if I was going todieif he didn’t take me, make me entirely his. I spread one hand over his chest, stretching my fingers wide so I could feel the way the muscles of his chest bunched beneath them as he moved on top of me, planting a line of kisses from one shoulder to the other. I panted and grabbed at him, spreading my other leg wide and pushing my hips upward.
“You are so damn hot, Justin’s a moron, I’m so glad you’re mine,” Duke muttered, like he didn’t even know he was saying it. He began to kiss his way down my chest, stopping to tease at my nipples while I made undignified noises and he grinned like a madman.
“You’re evil,” I told him, or at least I tried. It’s hard to talk when someone’s touching you in a way that makes you feelthatloved and wanted.
He must have figured it out, because he popped up to kiss me lightly on the lips and say, “You like me evil. How else am I going to keep up with you?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he practically leaped down my body to rub the soft prickle of his mid-afternoon beard over my belly and then suck me into his mouth.
The feel of his hot mouth on me made me yowl like a cat and my legs spread as far as they could on their own. He traced my hips with one hand while he tormented me with his mouth, the sensation not lost in the deluge of emotions and pleasure, but adding an odd sharp accent, like spice in a stew. When he reached for my chest I bit my lip and closed my eyes, my fingers tangled in the sheets beneath me. He took my breath away with the way he worshiped my body, with the love and support he showed me, and I was the luckiest shifter in the world.
“Duke, please!” I didn’t know what I was begging for, more, less—my brain was melting out of my head.
He pulled off me and rested his cheek on my thigh. “Yes?”
“Dammit!” I propped myself up on my elbows. “Duke, you’re killing me.”
“No.” His hand left my chest to—fuck!—play with my cock. “I’m treating you like a mate who deserves the best.” He licked up the side of my cock, making my eyes roll back in my head. “Like that?”
“You know I do,” I gasped.
“Good. What else do you want me to do?”
“Get up here and fuck me,” I whispered and twisted my fingers in his hair so when I pulled, he had to come to me.
His lips hovered over mine and we gazed at each other, drawing out the moment, and then he kissed me and he settled more firmly between my thighs. “Do you want this? For sure? Last chance to back out,” he whispered huskily.
“Yes,” I told him.
“Me too,” he said, and hooked my legs over his arms to open me up to him. He pressed his lips to mine and I felt the pressure as he began to push inside.
My body welcomed him eagerly and I moaned and scrabbled at his back as he filled me. This, this was what I needed, so badly, and I buried my face in his neck, pleading with him to move, to stop, to do something to ease this awful, wonderful ache inside me. I needed him like I needed oxygen, and he responded to the urging of my hands and my body like he needed me as badly.
Somewhere at the edge of my attention, I could hear the sounds of the bed as it creaked and banged against the wall, letting the entire world know what we were up to. I didn’t care. All I wanted was Duke and what Duke was giving me.
It didn’t take long before Duke finally pushed me over the edge. The world exploded around me and I thought I might have yelled, or that might only have been in my mind. My legs spasmed and I clung to Duke as the waves of pleasure, and the knowledge that we were truly mated now, in that way that only an omega can mate, washed over me, drowning me in happiness. Duke hummed and grunted, then cried out in my ear, crushing me against the bed as I felt the warmth of his seed inside me. He pushed and pushed until he was done, then slowly sagged down onto the mattress beside me and pulled me to lie close to him.
Time passed, and I slowly dragged myself out of my contented little dream world. “I should check on the pups.”
Duke’s arm around me tightened. “Just another ten minutes.”
“If I wait ten more minutes, we won’t be getting out to check on them for another hour.”
He cracked one eye open to look at me. “Sylva will survive.” He closed his eye again, but his fingers started drawing seductive patterns against the skin of my back, sending sparks of arousal over my body.
I relaxed against him, though I could already tell I wouldn’t be relaxed for long. “If she doesn’t, we’ll have to train Logan to change diapers.”
“Easily done.Ilearned.” Then Duke put an end to our conversation with a long kiss.