“Touch me,” Wyatt said, pushing back onto him, riding Raph’s cock, his body squeezing tight around his alpha. “I need your come.”
Raph growled. He pumped Wyatt’s cock, his cock surging inside, his fingertips dipping beneath Wyatt’s foreskin, sliding around his head. And that was beyond intimate, too. “You’ll hold back? Not come even when I do?”
Wyatt nodded desperately, his body heavy with need, his balls tight, aching with come. Raph smeared Wyatt’s precome over his cock, and caught him again. And this time, his hand was slippery, and it felt like bliss, just sliding against Raph’s fingers. Wyatt whimpered, shaking, reaching back with one hand to spread himself again. “Raph, please. Fill me up.”
“Fuck.” Raph had built a rhythm, sliding into Wyatt, grinding against his sensitive flesh. When Wyatt sank down on him, Raph’s thrusts stuttered. Then he fucked harder into Wyatt, shoving right against Wyatt’s prostate, and Wyatt clenched his jaw, trying hard not to come.
“I’m s-so close, Raph,” he gasped, rocking into Raph’s palm, the throbbing in his cock like a second heartbeat. “I need—need...”
“Gonna take all my come?” Raph fucked into him deep, his cock swelling, stretching Wyatt further.
“Yes!”
Raph’s cock dragged against Wyatt’s prostate, and Wyatt cried out, scrabbling against the sheets, his body taut with pleasure.
“I—I c-can’t—”
Then Raph thrust a final time into him, and Wyatt felt the pressure of Raph’s come inside his body, hot spurts that filled him up inside, seed for a new baby. Wyatt gasped, trying to breathe, his cock hungry and dark red in the mirror. “Raph, p-please.”
Raph’s knot swelled, stretching him, wide and potent. It forced Wyatt over the edge, sent pleasure crashing through his body. Wyatt arched, his toes curling, his spine arching as wave after wave of bliss rocked through him, blinded him to everything but Raph’s arms around him, and Raph’s knot filling him up.
He shuddered, gasped for breath. And after a long while, Wyatt came down from his climax, his body squeezing around Raph’s knot. Raph growled, pressing kisses to Wyatt’s shoulder. He stroked down Wyatt’s arms, touched the unmarked scent gland at Wyatt’s wrist.
“We’re really getting married,” Raph said, rubbing his thumb over Wyatt’s wrist.
“Do you think we shouldn’t?”
“No, it just seems... incredible. That’s all.”
Raph’s knot was heavy inside him. Wyatt groaned when Raph pulled him against his chest, his knot shifting, a blissful, thick weight Wyatt couldn’t ignore. “You’re incredible,” Wyatt said. “I still can’t believe we’re here now, doing this.”
Through the mirror, Raph smirked. “You mean, knotting?”
Wyatt laughed. “That, too. But just... all of this. The baby. Hazel. You being the manager at Wy’s Drive-In.”
Raph chuckled, slipping his hand between them. Then he stroked the tattoo on the small of Wyatt’s back, where the scroll unraveled and said Drive In. “Did you know, this tattoo started it all?”
“Really? No, that seems insane. Most times, I don’t even remember it’s there.”
“It did.” Raph smiled, one arm wrapped around Wyatt’s belly, his hand pressed against the tattoo. “You were at the pool when I saw this tat. And I wanted to know how many other alphas had seen it.”
“You thought I wanted them to drive in?” Wyatt smiled, leaning back into Raph’s shoulder. “It certainly got you inside. I remember that.”
Raph’s cheeks darkened. “Still can’t believe we’re brothers.”
“Stepbrothers.”
Raph laughed, nipping at Wyatt’s shoulder. “I’m just glad that we’ve got as far with Mom and Dad as we have.”
“Hazel, too.”
“Yeah.”
Raph tangled their fingers together. Wyatt brought Raph’s wrist to his lips, pressed his nose against Raph’s scent gland. Raph’s other wrist was marked; this one wasn’t. So Wyatt licked where it smelled strongest of teak. “Mind if I bite here?”
Raph sucked in a sharp breath. His heart pounded against Wyatt’s back. “You can mark me anywhere, Wy.”
Wyatt licked his wrist again. Then he bit down, hard, and Raph swore against him, his knot jerking inside Wyatt’s body. Wyatt groaned. When he pulled away, the skin on Raph’s scent gland had broken, tiny beads of blood welling up along it.
“I want to bite you, too,” Raph whispered. “The first time... I didn’t intend it.”
Wyatt’s heart skipped. He had appreciated that first bite anyway, a mark from an alpha he trusted. He reached behind with his hand, the position a little awkward. Raph’s fingers circled his wrist, and his breath feathered hot over Wyatt’s skin.
“You’re sure about this,” Raph said.
“I’m giving you my hand, aren’t I?” Wyatt grinned. “I want to be your bondmate.”
Raph grinned back. He sniffed out Wyatt’s scent gland, kissed it. The edges of his teeth pressed against Wyatt’s skin, a light touch. Then he bit down, and pain and pleasure jolted through Wyatt’s nerves, made him arch.
Through the mirror, he saw he was hard again. All it had taken was one bite.
“Mine,” Raph whispered, kissing the wound.
“Yours,” Wyatt said, turning. And Raph pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and intimate, a promise of protection.
34
Raph
A month later
In the middle of their last song, Wyatt’s water broke.
Raph hadn’t been aware of it. He’d been on the violin, watching as Wyatt’s fingers flew over the piano. Penny and Hazel stood to the side, their harmonized voices rising to the high ceilings of the piano room. Before them, Mom and Dad beamed, their faces alight with joy.
Then the music trailed off, voices and notes and vibrations dying away, and Wyatt leaned back on the piano stool, looking down at his belly.
Raph hurried over, setting his violin down on the stool. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt said, smoothing his hand over his abdomen. “I think my water broke.”
A thrill shot down Raph’s spine. “It broke?”
He must’ve yelped too loud—Mom and Dad looked over, and Penny raised her eyebrows.
“What broke?” Hazel asked.
“My water. It means the baby will be here soon,” Wyatt said, making to stand. Raph slipped his hand around Wyatt’s arm, supporting him. “I’m not an invalid, Raph.”
“I want to help.”
Around them, their family drew closer. Although Mom and Dad had said dressing up was unnecessary, Raph
