We put Chloe to bed together that night. I read her a story, and then Oliver tucked her in. Then we both gave her a kiss and turned on her mama song as we closed the door quietly behind us.

I wrapped my arms around Oliver in front of my door.

"What do you think about moving your stuff into my room tomorrow?"

He leaned forward for a quick kiss. "Mmm. Tomorrow sounds great. Definitely not tonight."

"Are you saying you're not eager to get into my bed?" I teased.

"That isn't what I'm saying at all." Oliver pressed a kiss to my jaw, then continued along it and down my neck, nibbling his way down my skin. I felt the anticipation flow from his soft touches into my gut, stretching like a cat just waking from a nap.

I started walking him backward into my room.

"What are you saying then?"

"I'm saying that now we're officially a couple, we deserve some couple time." He spoke between kisses, never breaking his concentration as I guided him to the bed.

"I suppose I could get on board with that," I said. "But you might have to detail exactly what is involved in couple time."

I turned to sit on the bed, pulling him after me so that his knees were on either side of my hips, his ass in my lap.

He sat back and played with the nape of my neck. "Oh, you know cuddles. Kisses. That kind of couple thing," he said airily.

"If that's what you have planned, then I expect some very vigorous cuddling." I leaned back and thrust my hips up to prove my point. He met me with his hips, the pressure and friction through our clothed erections only fueling my need for him.

"Oliver," I gasped. "What you do to me... I don't think I can handle this light play tonight. I need you. I need to know you're here. I need to know you're mine."

"And I haven't finished apologizing," Oliver said with a playful grin.

"While I certainly hope those apologies involve sexual favors, you know you weren't the only one who messed up, right?" I pulled his arms down and caught his hands in mine. "I panicked. I'm used to being on my own. To dealing with problems on my own. And it will probably take me a while to figure out how not to do that, but it doesn't excuse what I did earlier. I'm not the only one who fate dealt a crap hand. I'm sorry I didn't take care of you the way I should."

Oliver blinked away tears.

"Please don't cry," I begged. "I can't bear to see you hurting."

"Then stop being so damn sweet," Oliver protested. "These are happy tears, you monster."

I kissed each tear as it fell.

"A monster, huh?"

"A big, fluffy monster," Oliver corrected. "With really squishy insides."

I flipped him to the bed and pressed my decidedly unsquishy erection against him. "We'll see who's squishy."

I stepped back and began undressing. Oliver watched me with hooded eyes for a moment, then flew into a flurry of action, pushing down pants and stripping his shirt until he was naked and spread eagle on the bed before me, slowly stroking his cock.

I took my time. As much as I needed to get to the main event, I still wanted to savor this moment. This night when we truly became a family. There would be an official ceremony later if Oliver wanted, but this would always be the night I remembered.

Oliver lifted his knees so that I could see his glistening hole. "Can you see how wet I already am for you?"

I had to grasp the base of my cock so that I wouldn't come like a teenager, just at the sight and his words. When the moment of danger passed, I stepped forward and leaned over him, bracing one hand next to his shoulder and using the other to circle his tight pucker. "How much do you want me?"

While Oliver pretended to think about it, I slid a finger in, curling and pressing and twirling inside of him. He was already fairly loose and ready, so I pulled out and slid a second finger in to scissor, stretching his hole, preparing him for my knot. Each time he looked like he was about to answer me, I tried something new. Curling both fingers in, pressing directly against his prostate, pumping in quickly for a few seconds. I never let him go long enough to catch his breath. And then I added a third finger, again, changing my technique as often as needed. When I finally slid my fingers out completely, all he could do was moan at the loss, but I quickly replaced it with the head of my cock, sliding in with one smooth stroke, not too fast and not to slow. Oliver gasped, the stretch just a little too much.

"Tell me when," I told him.

He panted through the pain, but a minute later, he nodded, and I pulled him to my chest and switched our positions so that he was riding me. 

"Let me watch you ride me," I requested.

Oliver wavered a little, his eyes closed, but then he braced a hand on my chest and slowly began to fuck himself on me. With his free hand, he reached around to caress my balls, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned in pleasure. But I didn't want to miss this, and I forced them back open to watch Oliver. He looked like he was in his own world, his hips tilting this way and that, finding just the right angle to make him gasp and moan. I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks which prompted a hiss and he bounced faster on my cock. 

My toes were curling, trying to keep it together while my mate used my body to pleasure himself. Oliver tugged at my balls and my hips twitched up in an involuntary response. 

"Wyatt!" Oliver shouted, then slapped a hand over his mouth. I'd almost forgotten about Chloe. We hadn't had sex while she was in the house before. That was going to take some getting used to. Oliver bit on a knuckle as he sped up, riding me relentlessly, and I couldn't just observe any longer. I grabbed his hips with my hands and used them to lift him and slam him back down, thrusting my hips with each pull. My knot slid in and out of his hole, just enough to tug on the ring of muscles each time, but not yet locked inside him. Oliver was squeaking and cussing past his knuckle and I was so damn close—!

But I wanted Oliver to come with me. I kept one hand tight on his ass, continuing to thrust, but circled his cock with my other hand, stroking him in time with our furious movements until we both came. I managed to keep it to just a grunt, but Oliver shouted one incoherent yell as he clenched around me, prompting my knot to swell and lock me tightly within his body, tying him to me, for at least the moment, as my cum filled him. I imagined filling Oliver with more babies, and my body clenched in an even more powerful, almost painful surge before I fell limp. I managed to turn to my side, guiding Oliver gently down to the bed. There were a few uncomfortable moments as we figured out how to arrange our legs with my knot limiting our movements, but then we found a position that worked and settled in for a moment of rest, my chest heaving, my skin burning, and my heart whole.