Things are touch and go for a minute there as Max fully comprehends the fact that he is carrying our child. It’s crazy considering we just met, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I don't know if it's because of our advanced biology, or if he's just that perfect, but I feel like I've known him forever—like two halves of one whole, separated for a short time but finally reunited to complete the circle of life.

For the next forty-eight hours, we don't leave my house. Although his heat cycle has subsided because of his pregnancy, his desire only gets stronger and stronger. I don't know how he can walk, but I'm loving every second of his newfound sexual awareness and his willingness to try everything with me.

The amount of trust Max has given me over the short time we’ve been together only reinforces the fact that what we have between us is real. Biology or not, we are meant to be.

When Monday morning rolls around, I consider calling in sick. Truthfully, the idea of leaving Max alone does make me sick. Especially since we haven't completed the bond. It's there and it's strong, but until we complete the process with mutual bites, Max won't be 100% mine. And I don't intend to leave him alone for one minute until that problem is remedied.

My perfect mate stretches out in my sheets before scowling and ducking his head underneath a pillow. I chuckle at his lack of morning awareness, knowing exactly what he needs to fully wake up. Gently lifting the sheet off him, I take a moment to appreciate his beautiful form.

His light skin is like silk stretched over tight muscles. And his gorgeous dick is resting on his thigh, unaware of what I'm about to bestow on it. Without using my hands at all, I lick from the base of his cock up the center vein, dropping soft kisses along his skin as I go. Max’s shaft thickens quickly, almost doubling in size beneath my tongue.

“Curtis,” Max whispers softly, still asleep but probably dreaming about what's happening in real life. Knowing that he's dreaming about me turns my own cock to steel as my lips completely close around his shaft, and I suck him to the back of my throat.

Max's hips begin to fuck my mouth, and his hand tangles in my short hair. “Oh my god. Don't stop.”

When I glance up, Max is staring down at me with a heavenly look of contentment across his face despite the wicked pumping of his hips down my throat. Before he gets too lost in the moment, I pull off and push his thighs back, positioning myself to enter him.

He doesn't need as much preparation as he did just a few days ago. His body knows what to do, and he instinctively relaxes when I begin to penetrate him.

“Good morning.” I kiss his mouth softly as my tip breaches his eager hole. Max moans in response, unable or unwilling to break our kiss in order to greet me back.

But that's fine with me.

I'll take a moan from him over words any day of the week.

My strokes are slow and smooth, not as frenzied as most of the time we've together. Max seems to sense that this is different too because his fingertips gently trail up and down my back instead of digging into my biceps and topping me from the bottom. For being only two days post virginity, he's already trained himself to take control of his orgasm when he's ready to come. It’s fucking hot.

Lifting his body up with me, I kneel on the mattress and adjust his weight so he sitting on my thighs. In this position, I can control his movements better and have easy access to everything I need. My fingers close around his hips as I direct him up and down, allowing him to slowly ride my cock. We’re both getting closer and closer to climax but neither of us is in any hurry.

After taking our time to enjoy kissing and touching through this coupling, Max reaches for his dick to find relief. But that’s not how I want this to happen…for either of us.

I swat his hand away and press him tighter against me. His shaft is wedged between our hard and sweaty bodies, giving him the friction he needs. With him held closer to me, I can easily find his prostate without much effort. When I do, Max jerks almost out of my lap, and I know I'm in the right spot.

From this position, I can nail his prostate with just tiny jerks of my hips while keeping his neck exactly where I want it.

Within biting distance.

“Now, Curtis.” Max's breath is ragged against my mouth. It’s hot and desperate as he begs for release. “Come with me now.”

With one palm wrapped around his dick and my teeth scraping against the tender flesh at the crook of his neck, I thrust up the final inch and release into Max. I don’t know how I can produce so much come after all the fucking we’ve done this weekend, but Max convulses in my arms with every pulsing shot of cream that’s deposited in his tight channel. Instinctively, I allow the pressure of my growing knot to fill him with more than just my seed. He’s getting it all, and he’s loving it.

Max's whole body shakes as warm streams of come shoot onto my chest. As soon as I feel that first load, I know it’s time.

Both of my arms close around Max’s back and hold him tightly in place as my instincts take over. With a shiver of excitement that seems to run straight down my spine and directly into Max’s, I press my teeth into Max’s neck and bite.

The shock spurs Max into action and he closes his mouth down on my sweaty neck just a second behind me. Allowing my body to guide this process, I close my eyes and just float in the bliss I already feel from the forging bond.

My scent is merging with Max’s to create something new and uniquely…us. And now our baby will be brought into this world knowing Max and I are fully and completely committed to each other.

For life.