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He grinned, and I felt his fingers teasing down along my ass.

“Oh,” I said, suddenly feeling awkward. “I don't think I have any lube.” He grinned slightly. “Yes, you do,” Eron said confidently.

My protest was cut off, and I gasped, as his finger slid easily inside me, without the expected resistance. I swallowed hard, reveling in the feel of it, and could barely even remember what I was He smiled sheepishly at me. “Sorry, can't yet.” “What do you mean you can't yet?” I asked, confused.

Eron’s cheeks reddened. “I probably should have mentioned that,” he said softly. “I have barbs.”

“Barbs?!” I cried in alarm. “Like…” I looked down, to where we were still locked together.

“It sounds scarier than it is,” Eron said quickly. “They're not really barbs. I'll show you some time. They’re sort of like bumps that form and lock us together before I come.”

“That's a shifter thing?” I guessed.

“A cat shifter thing. We all have different perks.” “Is it a perk?”

Eron shrugged. “You tell me. I'm told they feel good. I wouldn't know, since I've never had sex with another alpha.”

I thought of the strange, rolling feeling and tried to describe it to him. “Exactly!” Eron said. “That's exactly what it's supposed feel like.”

“Oh, how come I didn't notice them when we were fooling around before?” “I don't know. It was kind of lazy, sleepy fooling around.”

“Barbs,” I chuckled.

“Barbs,” he said. He tried to pull away again, and this time slid easily out.

I looked at his penis, trying to see any evidence of that little quirk. It looked just like a normal human one to me. Granted, it was still quite stiff and glistening with omega lube and semen. But it looked normal, nonetheless.

He flopped down next to me with a content sigh, chest rumbling as he purred. I wiggled down until my head was resting against him, enjoying the vibration.

“I love you, Milan,” he said softly.

The declaration didn't surprise me or feel at all too soon. Instead, I felt a wide smile cross my face and easily murmured back, “I love you to Eron.”

trying to say. Instead, I simply closed my mouth and moaned.

Eron smirked at me. “Omegas have a natural lubrication.”

“I see.” Anything else I was planning on saying died as he started to slowly move his finger in and out.

He ran the fingers of his other hand across my chest, tickling and teasing, and then bent down to kiss me again. It was yet another explosive kiss. His lips pressed against mine and his tongue explored every inch of my mouth, as I greedily tasted him, chasing his tongue with mine. Vanilla and hazelnut for sure. And something else. I knew the flavor, but I couldn't place it.

For a moment I was distracted, determined to figure out the unique blend of spices that made the taste of my mate. I chuckled to myself. I was already thinking of him as my mate. Although, I supposed, we were about to seal the deal. My thoughts were scattered when he slipped a second finger inside me.

“Jesus!” I gasped. “Feel good?” he teased.

“You can tell,” I shot back. “Can't you?”

He chuckled again and scissored his fingers in response. I arched against him, pushing them in deeper. And he answered by pumping them in and out again. It felt incredible, but I was already craving more.

“Please,” I gasped when I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

Eron pulled back from our kiss and gave me a firm kiss on the cheek. Then ducked his head and took a bite at the place where he had marked me. An unexpected jolt of pleasure shot through me.

“Holy crap, Eron!”

He licked it and then readjusted his position. I felt as if my body was vibrating with desire and realized abruptly that I was actually vibrating. I was purring. I was momentarily distracted by the rumbling in my chest. And then Eron’s fingers were replaced with something much larger.

I gasped and rocked against him as he positioned himself above me, letting me adjust. He was trembling with anticipation as he held himself still above me. And, I realized with a grin, vibrating with purring as well. It was a strange sensation. I realized that even his dick was vibrating inside me.

“Wow,” I said softly. “That purring is intense.” “I can try to stop, if you like,” he offered.

“No. I like it.” “Are you ready?”

I nodded. Eron slowly drew himself out and then slid back in. “Yes,” I moaned.

He did it again. A little harder, a little faster. I grabbed his hips, encouraging him to go even faster. In response, he grabbed my wrists, pulled my hands off him, and pinned them down next to me.

“I don't think so,” he said.

I struggled playfully against him for a moment. Even though we were roughly the same size, and I was pretty sure I could fight him off me if I really tried, I found I enjoyed being held down, so I let him win. I had a feeling we'd be doing this quite a lot. I figured that one of these days, I'd free my wrists and throw him a curveball. But for now, I was more than content to let him have his way with me.

He thrust in and out, faster and faster. And I realized, somewhere amid the overwhelming pleasure, that I was feeling his as well. Even though he wasn't even touching my deck yet, I felt as if it was encased in something hot and tight and incredible. Just as I was starting to think that I could come

from this alone, he released one of my wrists and wrapped his hand around my cock. I hissed at the sensation, as his fist closed around me, and he began to stroke. I felt as if the rhythm of his thrusting changed. It was harder than before, and yet he had stopped drawing himself all the way out and thrusting back in.

Something felt different inside too, as if I was being stretched even further. And I felt the strangest sensation, almost like a rippling. As if there were multiple fingertips tapping up and down inside me. It was indescribable and overwhelming. I closed my eyes as the feeling intensified and knew that I was close.

With one good hard, final thrust, Eron’s fingers clenched around my wrist, and he let out an incredibly cat-like yowl. His yowl had a strange echoey quality to it, until I realized that I was yowling with him. Pleasure exploded through me. And I swear I saw stars for a moment. The next thing I knew he was collapsed on top of me. And we were both vibranting from our from purring.

“Holy shit,” I murmured. “That shared pleasure is amazing.”

He laughed softly against my neck and pressed a kiss to the mark. This time the sensation was just pleasant, soothing, as if our magic bond somehow knew that we were done having sex and were just snuggling. I reached up and trailed my fingers across his mark. It was nothing but a scar already. He moaned softly, and bent down, catching my fingers with his lips and kissing them.

“Are you going to…” I asked, as I realized he was still inside me. He pulled out a little bit. Then I felt an odd resistance. A tugging. When the blizzard ended, we went to his hotel to check out and get his things. The next few days were blissful. Easily some of the best of my life. I felt like I had known Eron forever. He was already eagerly making plans for my shop and pitching ideas. I loved every one of them. He clearly knew what he was doing.

He told me I could get pregnant. And he told me true mates were extremely fertile. He even told me all about his family, his cousins, and how quickly they conceived.

It never even occurred to me that I could be pregnant. But a week later, I slept in unusually late, gagged over the smell of my usual morning eggs, and then went into the bathroom to puke.

When I emerged, Eron was standing there with a glass of water and a huge grin. As soon as I was over my shock at his suggestion we call a doctor, he was on the phone, trying to track down a local one.

As fast as it was all happening, any time I started to freak out, all I had to do was look at Eron. My inner cat danced and my heart surged with love, and I knew that, together, we could do anything.