BETA

P A R T || F O U R T E E N

| J O S H

Fast forward two days and I'm still limping. If I don't see this man's dick again for a month I might be okay with that.

Lies. My wolf interjects.

He is actually correct for once. That was completely untrue. Still, my ass was well used and definitely abused. I almost punched Darren when he laughed at me for falling off the bed trying to stand up. My legs had completely folded under me and the motherfucker laughed like he didn't blow my back out the night before. Anyway, I'm very forgiving, it's my nature, so I sat on his face and made him eat me out. Which he was all too happy to do. I swear, Darren acts like he'll drop dead if he's not touching me. All the attention was becoming addicting.

You love it.

We love it. I corrected. My wolf humphed but didn't deny the truth. He adored the attention just as much. Especially since he can roll over for his Alpha whenever he wants to now. The big grey bastard growled.

No thanks to you. Mr.I'd rather rot from the inside than tell my MATE that we're MATES! He bites back, something close to embarrassment in his tone. You roll over just as much as I do. The grey wolf mumbles, covering his snout with his paws.

I sighed. I know and I hope you can forgive me for keeping you from your mate for so long. I was being selfish and I hurt you. If there's anyone on this planet I should never hurt it's you. I'm sorry.

The apology was long overdue. I felt like had I asked for forgiveness from everyone except the one who made up half of my being. The one I actually betrayed. I could feel the love radiating from his corner of my mind. And the forgiveness.

My wolf's ears twitched, his head popping up. Let me take over next time and we'll call it square.

Next time? I already had a feeling about where he was going with this. If I was right I'm going to need a fuck-ton of pain killers and at least a week of bed rest. If I thought I was bad... My wolf was going to get us killed.

The next time Alpha makes us wet for him. I want to show him my submission too. Just as he said that something in my hip spasmed. My poor ass...

Let's wait a bit, and then you can go buckwild. I offered. I really don't think we can take too much right now. I almost died from overconsumption of dick and now my mobility is impaired as a direct result. I'd feel better if I was actually limping, I've been moving around like an old man with no cane and gravity is not my friend.

Deal!

I chuckled. Poor Darren, he has my condolences. I know he'd love it though. If it were possible for us to be attached at the hip, he'd make it happen. I love him enough to go along with the whole hip-hitching like a lovesick pup. Stupid love-struck smile and googly-eyes and all. My heart throbbed happily in my chest as I walked-half- limped-down the stairs. Thinking about Darren brings me happiness, he doesn't even have to be in my vicinity to make my whole mood light up.

I kind of wish we had more time together today, but I told Kaleb that I would go with him to his checkup today. Ah, the things I do for friendship. Prime example being, skipping out on getting my dick sucked. That's neither here nor there though. I am eager to go with him. I needed assurance that he was going to be okay just as much as everyone else did.

When I saw Kaleb yesterday, the runt was moving around perfectly normal, well his normal pregnant penguin waddle. Note to self, do not call it a penguin waddle to his face ever again. I said it to him as a joke and the overly hormonal omega started crying like I'd taken one of the cookies he'd been eating and ate right in front of him. Well, I did do that, but he was mostly crying over the fact that I said he looked like a pregnant penguin.