Bailey wriggled into bed with me as I downed my fourth glass of water in a row. It felt like somehow water would help replace all the blood I’d lost. I had no idea if that was true or not, but I figured it couldn’t hurt. I was feeling ten times better than when we’d left his father’s place, and having Bailey beside me, curled up under my good arm, had my spirits fucking soaring.

“Are you feeling better?” he whispered.

“Getting there,” I told him, cradling his head against my chest. It was our first true embrace and feeling the warmth of his body against mine and inhaling his sweet scent, alone together in my bed, was an incredible feeling. I smiled, fully understanding what the mated pairs in my pack already knew: love is everything.

I couldn’t believe how quickly it had happened, but it was undeniable. Every cell in my body understood that Bailey was the one for me. It was more than a conscious thing. It wasn’t “rational,” it was just true. I knew it from the tips of my fingers to the depths of my soul.

This is the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with…

“What happened back there?” I asked him. “What was going on with Corey—with your father?”

“Foster father,” Bailey corrected me.

“Sorry.”

“He sold me,” he said simply.

“He what?” I asked.

“To Corey Wellington,” he replied. “Corey would pay me an allowance for every month I spent with him, but really he’d just give that money to Travis.”

“That’s fucked up,” I growled, tensing up as my anger flared inside me.

How could anyone do that to someone they’d taken in and were meant to be a father to? If I’d known what was going on when I was back at his house…well, it wouldn’t have been good.

“It’s okay now,” he replied. “I’m with you. You saved me.”

“The Wellingtons are pricks,” I told him. “Like the Vandertons, another family of rich assholes we’ve had our own problems with.”

“Don’t think about that now,” he told me soothingly. “Just be with me.”

He was right. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. He moved beside me and I let my hand explore his body. I slid my hand up his shirt and felt the smooth skin of his back. Unlike most Texans, Bailey didn’t have a tan—not even close. His skin was like warm cream, flawless and inviting. All I wanted to do was run my lips and tongue all over him. He was like a delectable treat made by the world’s most incredible chef. And I couldn’t wait to gobble him up.

Bailey responded to my touch by running his hand up my stomach, lazily tracing the lines of my abs. I inhaled deeply, basking in his touch as he continued up to my chest. He nuzzled closer as his hand reached my neck. Then, he reached up and grasped my jaw tightly and pulled my face to his.

“Mmmmm,” he said in a low growl. “You’re so fucking sexy. Kiss me.”

Without giving me a chance to reply, he pressed our lips together. It was like a thousand flowers blooming between us as we kissed. His mouth opened slightly and I pressed my tongue inside, feeling his against mine. Tasting him just whet my appetite, and I couldn’t wait to find out how the rest of him tasted.

Bailey’s hips bucked forward and pressed against my leg. I could feel his package starting to grow under his trunks.

“Get these off,” I told him, a spark of anger suddenly rising and dissipating within me. “Corey gave you those. I don’t want them on you!”

Bailey smiled as he wriggled out of the swim trunks and threw them aside. I’d make sure to burn them later.

Free of them, his cock pressed against my hip and I was able to feel every pulse of blood flowing into it, causing it to grow to its full size. I was already naked and at full mast. I made a move to touch him, but before I could, Bailey wrapped his hand around both of our cocks and began slowly stroking.

“Let me,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

With that, Bailey slid beneath the covers.

His lips pressed against my stomach. I flinched and chuckled.

“That tickles,” I murmured as he continued kissing down. His left hand ran down my thigh, delicately brushing against the tip of my cock. It flexed involuntarily, and the next thing I knew, Bailey’s mouth was closing around it.

“Ah, fuck!” I gasped, trying to keep my voice down as my mate took my dick into his mouth. It was warm and wet and I threw my head back as the pleasure sensations began to take me over.

He didn’t start moving up and down—not just yet. Instead, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and pressed down on my cock, swallowing almost all of it. I couldn’t believe it. Then, he stopped and pulled back, jerking me slowly with his hand.

“You’re huge,” I heard him say as I pulled back the covers to get a look at him. He was admiring my cock as he stroked it, his head resting against my lower abs. Pre-cum spilled from the tip and landed on his cheek. He smiled and opened wide again.

I took a deep breath as he took me into his mouth and throat again. My cock flexed and I ran my hand across the back of his head. I gripped his beautiful blond hair in my fist and groaned as he started to suck me.

“That’s so good,” I told him.

“Yea?” he asked me, muttering around my dick.

“So good.”

“I’ve never done it before,” he admitted as he stroked me.

“Seriously!?” I asked him.

“You’re my first.”

He turned back to face me when he said that, an innocent expression on his face that was almost nervous. He wasn’t lying.

“I like that,” I told him.

“So do I,” he replied before turning back to my dick.

This time, he began kissing my shaft, slowly working his way down to my balls, which he cupped gently with his hands. I felt the tension growing inside me with each kiss, felt the cum building up inside me. When his lips reached my balls I was already about to explode. I had to have him.

I reached my hands to his waist and tried to turn him over onto his back, but he turned back and look up at me.

“No,” he said gently. “Not yet. You are in no shape for that right now.”

“I have to have you—”

“And you will,” he told me. “But for now, my alpha, let me service you.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned back and took my balls into his mouth.

“Fuck!” I gasped. His tongue against my balls amplified the sensations in my cock and as he stroked me, I felt my orgasm beginning to rise within me.

God, I’m barely able to last a minute! I thought as he moved his lips back up and swallowed my cock again. He pressed deeper, trying to take me all, but I was simply too big for him. I loved that he was trying, though.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled, my dick still in his mouth. All I could do was admire his beauty as he serviced me. The pleasure was enhanced by the fact that it was him, my fated-mate. I’d had blowjobs before, but nothing like this. This was more than a blowjob; this was an act of bonding. I knew, as I looked down at him, that I was going to put a baby in him. I was going to watch his body change and he was going to give me a cub and we were going to raise him together. And I couldn’t wait.

“Baby,” I whispered, feeling my orgasm swell like a wave in a storm. “I’m going to come.”