Chapter Fifty Nine

Chapter Fifty Nine
Elliot

Holy hell it fucking hurts!
I knew knotting wasn’t pleasant. But fucking shit this was way worse than I imagined. And completely was not expecting. My skin was flushed and feverish. Making me feel like I was having a major hot flash. His pheromones were stronger than ever that I wanted to cry with happiness and joy. I always wanted to feel them, smell them on my skin and now I finally got that wish. It instantly became my favorite scent in the world.
But the joy was short lived when he stiffens above me, body slightly jerking with his eyes tightly closed. Each jerk and movement caused searing pain to shoot through my lower back only making me stiffen more. I knew he knotted me, I just didn’t understand why. Like it was a sudden instant thing that just happened out of nowhere. And all the while I could feel his hot seed ejecting deep inside me. I wasn’t even sure I could get pregnant again since it was even a miracle that Cyan was conceived.
The doctor even told me it was highly unlikely it could happen a second time. But I was all for it and completely ready should another miracle be created right here in this moment on this desk. The way he kept going, buried deeper than ever, his pheromones coming out so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised one bit.
He plops his head on my shoulder, gently gathering me to him making me wince from even that small action. “Shit, this is so embarrassing.” He mumbles, almost sounding like a little kid that I would have laughed if I wasn’t in so much in pain.
Risking it though, I wrap my arms around him more firmly. “Don’t be. Something obviously got you excited. When was the last time you…you know…knotted?” I really didn’t want to know. But I needed to ask, even if the answer was going to kill me.  
He looks up at me with a frown. “This is the first time.” We both wince together when he pulsed inside me. “Sorry, I can’t seem to help it.”
It was my turn to frown. “You never knotted before?”
He huffs before burying his face into the side of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. The sensation making my entire body hum with pleasure as I close my eyes from the feeling.
“Elliot, I have never touched another living soul other than you. You are the only person I have ever been intimate with. I promise you.”
He pops his head back up with a deeper frown. “Well there was that one time with Tristan-”
“What?!” I jerk back from him only to cry out in severe pain from the action. Lincoln hisses and pulls me back.
“Not like that! It was an incident that I had to pretend because of fucking Han. I swear I’ll tell you everything about it, but we didn’t do anything so get that out of your head right now.”
“It wouldn’t be in my head if you never mentioned it in the first place.” I growl.
He sighs heavily. “I hate to ask this of you, but I think we’re going to be stuck for a little while and this position is very uncomfortable. Is it okay if we move to the couch?”
I look over to see how far the sofa actually was and from the desk it didn’t seem to far off. I was uncomfortable as well. This desk was super hard and making the pain worse on my back. So I tentatively nod in agreement.
“Okay, but let’s do this slowly. This shit hurts like a bitch.”
“Right, um, I’m going to gently pick you up and we’ll try to make this quick.”
All I could do is nod. He carefully wraps his arm around my midriff and another right under my butt cheeks. Just that action alone made me tense up but I don’t complain as I wanted to get this shit over with. I cling to him like a monkey and wincing from the pain and discomfort he quickly picks me up and walks as fast as he could to the couch. He carefully sits down with my legs on either side of him. The pain wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and weirdly enough little shocks of pleasure shot up through me with each step he took. But now we just sat there, relaxing.  
“Well…this is interesting.” He mumbles and I couldn’t help but laugh in his shoulder.
“I feel so ridiculous.” I chuckle, basking in the feeling of him.
It’s been way to long without his touch and I missed it greatly. Now, I can touch him whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted and that alone filled me up with so much joy.
“I hope it swells down soon. We have a house full of people, and I want to meet our son.”
Happiness shoots straight through my heart hearing him say ‘our’ son. And the excitement he was radiating to meet him made me feel so full and wholesome. “We’re not going anywhere, so you have plenty of time.” I whisper.
I reach up and gently kiss his lips; his member perfectly lodged inside me and no chance of it being removed anytime soon. Lazily roving my lips against his, playing with his tongue in gentle strokes, my flesh feeling hotter than ever as our pheromones swirled around us, I couldn’t be more happier.
“Besson.” He breathes heavily.
“What?” I ask, not really paying attention as I was solely focused on devouring his lips.
He pulls away, his lips swollen and red from my onslaught of them.
“Whatever last name Cyan has. I want it to change to Besson.”
I bite my lower lips to keep the large smile from overtaking my face. “Your last name is Nolan though. Wouldn’t you want him to match it with yours?”
He starts shaking his head before I even finish my question. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t want any association of Nolan attached to my son’s name. He’s a Besson, so he’ll have the Besson name. If…that’s okay with you.”
Rubbing a thumb on his plump bottom lip I softly smile. “Of course that’s okay with me. I want him to have your name Lincoln.” I whisper gently.
“I also want my name on his birth certificate.” He firmly states.
“It already is.” My cheeks pinken a little admitting that. “I couldn’t put your last name back then, but I made sure you were listed as his father on the birth certificate.”
Joy lightens his features making him look younger and so much more happier than I have ever seen him. “Good. Then we’ll go down to the courthouse change his name and I’ll sign his birth certificate.”

Tears prickle the back of my eyes. For so long I dreamed of this moment with him. I don’t know why I was ever afraid that he would resent me, afraid he wouldn’t accept Cyan as his own. But I should have known better. Ten years apart didn’t erase the boy I knew, and it made me love him even more.
“I love you, Lin.” I whisper, feeling emotional.
Grabbing the back of my head, his features soften. “I love you too, Elli.”
He closes the gap and kisses me softly, making me want him desperately, even though we were still stuck pretty good.
Then someone knocks on the door causing the both us of to stiffen with panic.
“Master Lincoln, young master Cyan is looking for his mother.”
Lincoln’s eyes brightened at hearing the man, Jonsey, call Cyan ‘young master’, confirming him that he was indeed his son. He even he noticed it without needing to be told and I think that pleased Lincoln even more. It was definitely going to get some getting used to that’s for sure, hearing the men around the mansion calling Cyan young master. As is his birth right.
Lincoln clears his throat. “Um…we’re kind of…indisposed at the moment.”
My cheeks flame from the embarrassment I was feeling right now. I couldn’t help burying my face in the crook of his neck as if it could hide me from this humiliation.
“Oh…perhaps I can tell them-”
“What’s going on? Is something wrong?” Axel’s voice could be heard on the other side suddenly.
I groaned lowly as it appears Axel and Tristan had arrived here at the mansion.
“They’re indisposed.” Jonesy bluntly states.
“Indisposed, what the hell does that mean-”
“We’re stuck okay! So could you just leave us for now!’ Lincoln yells out making me feel horrified.
“Oh…OH.” Axel states, finally understanding what was happening. “Right. Um, hey kids how about we go and get some frozen yogurt I saw down the street.”
I groan again. “Now this is embarrassing.” 

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