Still knotted, Gabriel slumped down on top of me, pinning me to the couch. His heart was pounding, and I felt it beating against my back. Sweat dripped off of him, drenching me in his scent like a cologne I never wanted to rinse off. I felt some of his cum dripping out of my ass and my slick running down my cheeks and the inside of my thighs.

I’m a hot mess, I thought with a smile as Gabriel’s lips found their way across my cheeks to mine. He kissed me lovingly, the perfect cherry on top of the most erotic sundae I could have imagined.

Slowly, I felt him start to go down inside me, but he was still enormous. I could feel it all the way in my stomach—more even, like he was going to push all the way back up and out my throat. It wasn’t just an incredible cock, it was a monument of his strength and alpha prowess. It did more than just fuck me, it took me over, changed me, made me his.

And I was.

“That’s my alpha,” I could say to anyone passing on the street. I’d say it with more pride than I’d ever said anything in my life as well. “And my fated mate!”

I wondered if everyone would believe me, or if there would be naysayers, those jealous of the connection I’d discovered. Of course there would be. Whenever you found happiness, someone always had to be there to try and take it away from you. But that was impossible. Nothing could take my bliss, or Gabriel away from me, and vice versa. It was a certainty.

Eventually, as we lay there, Gabriel’s knot subsided enough that he was able to slip out of me, which suddenly made me feel open, vacant, unfulfilled, but the lingering bliss of my hands-free orgasm was still draped over me like a warm, tingling blanket made of pure stardust. My head was spinning. I felt giddy and silly and giggled slightly as his hands ran across the back of my arm.

“What is it?” he asked, a smile on his voice.

“I just—I just can’t believe it,” I replied.

“Can’t believe what?”

“Uhm, all of it?” I laughed, twisting underneath him so I could look back up at him. Our dicks were still almost fully hard, but slowly going down, and he lifted them up so they pressed against each other as we lay there.

“I know what you mean,” he said with a smile as he used the back of his pinky to brush a piece of stray hair from my eye. The warmth of his breath was like a gentle caress against my cheek, and I couldn’t help but nuzzle my nose right in where his neck met his shoulder.

“I guess that’s just how it happens,” I whispered.

“How what happens?” he asked.

“Fated mates. I mean, if it’s fate, right?”

Gabriel chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “Yeah, I guess so. To be honest, I’d given up on ever finding anyone until now.”

I pulled back and looked at him. “Why is that?”

“I—I let myself love once,” Gabriel replied, his voice speaking out from some distant memory. “I paid for it too. After that, I just swore off the whole thing, ya know?”

I nodded sadly. “Yes. I understand. You didn’t want to get hurt again.”

Gabriel looked down, obviously slightly embarrassed, but I pulled his face back to mine. “You don’t have to worry about that with me,” I told him firmly. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“Likewise,” he replied immediately. “Come on. Let’s rinse off. We’re a goddamn mess!”

I laughed as he got up and pulled me to my feet. I made a move to walk with him, but before I could, he slid his arms under my legs and lifted me easily into his arms. I was nothing to him—it was like he was picking up a small stack of pillows.

Nuzzling into his neck, I felt a warm feeling of security wash over me as he carried me down the hall to the bathroom. Without putting me down, he stepped right into the tub. I reached out and tugged the shower curtain closed then reached down and turned the water on.

“Oooh, it’s cold!” I squealed as a few drops of cold water splashed onto my shoulder. Gabriel turned his back to the showerhead, blocking the stream with his body until it was warm enough. Then, he set me down in front of him and leaned out of the way to let the water hit me.

“Better?” he smiled. I nodded and found the soap, a simple bar of mint, and began to lather up my hands.

“Do I get to wash you?” I asked him eagerly.

“Get to?” he chuckled with a smile that melted my heart. “I’ve never had anyone wash me before.”

“Well, then I definitely am going to,” I said enthusiastically, moving closer to him and running my hands across his strong chest. “Just one of the many things you can come to expect from me.”

Gabriel’s eyes got bigger as he reached around my back and caressed me gently. “Oh? And what other things can I expect?”

I took a step closer, allowing the suds from his body to press against mine, and ran my fingertips down the chiseled lines of his abs. “Morning blowjobs sound like a good idea to me.”

Gabriel smiled. “I think they call that morning head.”

“Are you arguing with me?” I teased, taking a step back. He grabbed me quickly and pulled me back to him.

“Not at all.”

“Good,” I replied. “I’m also not opposed to making breakfast in bed…or dinner.”

I reached up around Gabriel’s strong shoulders, running the bar of soap across his skin and letting the suds cascade down his arms, back and chest. Moving closer, I felt his cock, still more than halfway hard, press against my inner thighs, reminding me of the mind-blowing experience we’d just shared.

There’ll be plenty more of those to come, I thought as I teased his cock with my soapy fingers before getting down on my knees in front of him. Slowly, I ran my hands up the backs of his legs and gripped his ass. It was hard like a walnut and I smiled up at him as I washed his legs, casually letting the tip of his dick press against my cheeks and lips as I moved.

“You better watch out down there,” he warned me. “You might awaken a sleeping giant.”

“You already came twice,” I replied. “I’m not that worried.”

“Don’t challenge me,” he smirked. “’Because I’ll get hard again and pound you until you can’t think straight.”

“Will you?” I teased, standing up and backing away from him to play-cower in the corner of the shower. “Will you, daddy?”

“Oh, you’re bad!” Gabriel roared, swooping in on me and snatching me up in his arms. Our lips met again and it was like a beautiful symphony began to play—just for us.

Yeah, I thought. I could get use to this…