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OTIS

R eturning to Anchor was odd at first. Everyone was welcoming, including Silas, who’s careful to schedule someone else to work the dungeon the nights I play here with Kade. But this is different than anything we’ve done at Anchor before. This is different than anything we’ve done ever.

Kade always fantasizes about being fucked by different kinds of shifters, but ruts are a fairy penguin shifter thing. If he had a fairy penguin shifter mate, they’d descend into their heat and rut at the same time and revel in their uncontrollable lust together.

Which is what I’m giving him tonight.

Along with a heavy dose of exhibitionism and bondage, of course. Because this is Kade.

I feel the alpha surge inside of me as he lies there, strapped to the breeding bench. So much of tonight is about Kade’s fantasy. The rut medication, the location, even the bench. But there is one part of tonight that’s my fantasy.

Kade and I both agreed that we wanted to make a baby together intentionally.

Tonight I get to breed him.

I ease a finger inside him as I feel the rush of lust sweep through me. Only lust isn’t quite the right word for it. This is deeper than lust. It’s a need—a compulsion.

Kade whimpers. Maybe he can smell it.

“Now,” he begs.

I know there are people watching all around us, but I can’t see them anymore. My vision zeroes in on Kade squirming on the breeding bench. I withdraw my finger, and line up, pushing into him all at once.

“Oh, fuck,” Kade moans.

In the back of my mind I know I should be gentle, but I’m not sure I can be. I need to fill him with my cubs, I need to drive into him hard enough that he can feel the strength of my body.

“I can’t hold back,” I growl.

“Then don’t,” Kade says.

So I let myself thrust into him with everything I have. Omega polar bear shifters grow claws during their heat. Mine extend too, longing for purchase in Kade’s skin. I sink them into the breeding bench instead, shredding the bottom of the torso pillow. Kade can’t move. He just has to lie there while I lose control. But he’s not shrinking back. He’s not yelling out red or yellow.

He wants this as bad as I do.

This time as my knot forms, I grab his shoulders and roar, slamming deep into him. In that moment, I realize this isn’t about Kade pretending I’m a fairy penguin shifter or even a wolf. The most primal version of him meets the most primal version of me, and our bodies move together in a rhythm that’s rough and filthy and raw. He’s strapped down, but his hips still roll, and he keeps begging for me to give him babies.

As my body tips over the edge, I bring Kade with me. His ass grips me like a vise, and he cries out. The pleasure that overcomes me seems to flow through him too, like an electric current. We’ve never been this connected before.

“I love you,” he says, as our bodies begin to move, as we ride up another wave of pleasure.

“I love you too.”

Claiming him in my old club like this—where everyone can see—pleases my inner alpha so much, I don’t know how long this will last. I feel like I could fuck Kade forever.

Or at least for two more days.