Scotty’s sweet smell had me falling all over myself as he washed me. It felt amazing having him scrub the dirt and sweat of the day from my body. His hands moved tenderly across my lower back, sending a shiver through my spine.

“Ticklish?” He teased, reaching around and tracing a line across my lower v-taper with his fingertips. I smiled, tilted my head back an inhaled deeply, drawing his scent into me and letting it fully coat my insides. It was like breathing his essence, merging our souls together after what felt like a lifetime without one another.

It was hard to believe it had only been a week.

“You’re pregnant,” I said. It was almost a question. I just wanted to hear him say it again.

“Yes,” he whispered back as he ran the loofa across my back and down my buttocks.

“How do you know?”

“I just know,” he replied.

“Yeah, but how?” I pressed him.

“How do you know I’m your fated mate?” He asked. “You just knew, right? It’s the same way with this.”

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” I asked him.

“I think that would be asking a little much,” he giggled. “Why? Do you want one or the other?”

“No,” I replied quickly. “I was just wondering.”

It was too early for me to care anyway. I had barely even been able to process the fact that Scotty had come back to me, let alone the fact that he he was now pregnant, carrying my child.

I turned around to face him, still barely able to believe he was standing in front of me.

“I was a fool to doubt you,” I told him, stroking his cheek gently. He smiled and it was like a wave of warmth flowed through me.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “You weren’t. I—I just didn’t know what else to do. If anything had happened to you or your pack…”

“I understand,” I said firmly, lifting his chin to mine. I closed my eyes and kissed his lower lip, relishing in the sensation that I never thought I’d experience again. There was an unspoken, blissful tension between us that was keeping me from instantly jumping his bones.

There was no need to rush things. He was here now. My fated mate had come back and I was almost overcome with emotion. That’s not to say my dick wasn’t hard as stainless steel, but I wasn’t possessed with the overwhelming urge to ravish him. There was something more tender going on. I wanted to make love to him.

“Mmmm,” he moaned gently, letting his hands fall to his sides.

“Come on,” I said, shutting off the water. “Come lay down with me.”

I wrapped one of the towels around him and lifted him into my arms. He giggled and nuzzled into my neck as I opened the door to the hall and checked to make sure no one was walking around. I didn’t really care if they saw me naked, I just didn’t feel like having spectators on our private moment.

All was clear, and I carried Scotty to the bedroom, closed the door behind us and set him down on the bed. The towel fell away and I stared at his beautiful naked body lying spread before me like a meal prepared by the world’s greatest chef. My mouth started to water as I gazed over his hard cock sticking straight up from his body.

“See anything you like?” He teased, twisting seductively against the mattress. I smiled as I realized just how happy I was to have my mate back on my brand new bed, coating everything with his scent. I’d thrown the old stuff away, foolishly, but now Scotty was back to reclaim everything in my room as his—which it was.

I was his.

He was mine.

I leaned down and pressed my body against his. Our lips met and I kissed him deeply, passionately. I slid off him to the side and embraced him, holding him as though we were spooning, but with him still lying on his back so I could get a good look at his body.

His hard cock, signaling his arousal for me, had me on fire for him. It felt like a set of flaming chains were holding us together, or the room was pulsing with electric energy created by the spark between us. I almost couldn’t believe it. Having him back with me was like discovering him all over again.

I ran my hand across his body, stroking his chest gently as I worked my way down towards his dick. But instead of going right for it, I used the tip of my middle finger to make circles around it, barely touching his skin, doing all I could to tease him.

“Oooooohhhhh hahah,” he laughed, his lower abs twitching against my finger. I continued down his thighs, examining his smooth skin and muscles. He was no alpha, but he was still in incredible shape that drove me wild.

He moved beside me, lifting his hips from the bed, and I couldn’t take it any longer.

Gripping his hip, I turned him from me so his ass was exposed. I saw his wetness dripping as his body readied itself for me. My own cock was thick and swollen, begging to be inside him. And I could deny it no longer.

I twisted and pressed the tip against his hole, coating the tip of my dick in his slick. I pushed forward and he opened for me. I slid in with ease. We both gasped at the same time and I kept pushing until I was all the way inside.

“Oh my God, Terry!” Scotty groaned, reaching back with a hand and pulling my lips to his. I sucked his tongue as I began fucking him. I was so full of excitement that my dick was already threatening to explode, and instead of it making me feel like a ‘one pump chump’, I actually loved it.

It was pure passion between us—not just sexual energy. This was my fated mate, my pregnant fated mate, returning to me after nearly shattering my heart. This was more than just sex. This was rekindling our bond.

“I missed you so much,” I whispered in his ear as I grinded my hips against his ass, pressing my dick as far into his hole as it would go. I could feel his sweet spot against my tip.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered back. “I—I didn’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, baby,” I told him. “It’s okay.”

Reaching a hand around his body, I grabbed his cock and started stroking it. He was dripping with pre-cum which helped my hand glide across his skin. He moaned as I started to jerk him off while I fucked him. My strokes were slow and deliberate, in his ass and on his dick. I was relishing in the sensations and could tell he was too.

The world outside ceased to exist as I made love to Scotty, my fated mate. It was like our first time all over again. That time in the stairwell had been pure, unadulterated lust. But this—this was different.

His sweet hole tightened on my cock and I groaned, licking his ear as a primal sense of desire came over me, taking over and space in my mind for rational thought. I was lost in his body. His scent, his warmth, the feel of his skin, it was all overwhelming, and as I continued to thrust, I gave myself over completely to him.