His Aunt had taken Marc for the week. It was that time again. Adam and Blake had both booked work off (and tripled checked that they had it off). Blake's Heat was scheduled to hit in full force, the pills that the doctor had prescribed her after having Marcus had run out.

Nearly nine months without a Heat.

With her head tucked under his chin and their arms wrapped around each other, they took the time to relax—to rest. Blake's breathing was even, heavy, as she caught up on her sleep. Being parents were tiring, no one could blame them for wanting to sleep when the Marc was at the grandparent(s). Adam couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his mate's curves pressing against him, her naked flesh felt smooth compared to his.

He pressed his lips against her forehead and kept them there; he could feel her temperature rise against his skin—even before the scent hit him. She sighed heavily in his arms, opening her eyes with a large yawn. "You feel it too?" she slurred as she stretched again this time going as far as she could in his arms. She wrapped at arm around his shoulders, leaning to to press a kiss to his neck then jaw.

He huffed rolling them over so he could hover of her, "what do you think?" he replied pressing a forceful kiss against her lips. She tangled a hand through his two toned hair and pulled at the roots.

She opened her legs without any form of prompting, "you can have your fun later," she arched up into the man. Her man—her mate. She wanted to still feel like herself when they had sex again, not some wonton whore who could only arch up into him and plead for more and more. She'd most likely be doing that later if the Heat really became too much.

His fingers tickled her stomach now resembling what it had looked like before her pregnancy after many months and hours slaving over work out gear and early morning jog. His hands wondered south bound to her hips then her heat. She sucked in a breath at the touch and hissed between teeth when his fingers entered her. It didn't hurt—not even remotely close—her body was ready for this, it was just since having a child and not having nearly as much sex as they used to she had hoped that her... lady bits weren't lacking.

That wasn't the right word... but after the stories that her mother had told her about her own experiences after birthing Blake's brother and how she felt like her vagina was ruined. Blake had though that unlikely, but still one of those horrible things that always just stays with you in the back of your mind whispering what if.

He nipped at her jaw when she tossed her head back moaning need in her throat. It's been far to long since they had last done this; Blake's nails dug into his back to both pull him closer and away. "No," she breathed out, "I want you inside me. You can play with me later," she arched her face away from him as he leaned in for a kiss.

Adam huffed, "so demanding," he let out a breathless laugh as he removed his fingers from her. He leaned over to his side of the bed pulling out a condom wrapper from the side table. "Do you want to do the honours?" he waggled his eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes in response but let out a laugh as she caught the wrapper, "you're such an idiot," she shook her head. She tore open the package and placed the rubber over the tip of his dick, pinching the little air pocket in the condom before rolling it down to the base of Adam's penis. She raised a brow, "there all dressed up," she snickered.

He tackled her back down to the bed, "and you're calling me an idiot?" he laughed before kissing her lips. She wrapped her legs around his lower back and hip, throwing her head back in a loud moan when he entered her in one movement. He tucked both arms under her body, holding her to him as he began to thrust. The bed rocking, thumping loudly against the wall with each movement.

The had both let out a little laugh at that, "lets hope the neighbours aren't home," Blake panted.

He licked up the shell of her human ear, "lets give them a show if they are though," and Blake screamed out in ecstasy. Eyes rolling back, and back arching of the bed. They had both came far too soon—but it was only the beginning.

There was still a full Heat to complete.

It was later when they both woken from a small nap and the Heat was still only a dull ache that they had decided to leave the room to eat. Adam had walked by the crib that Marc would normally be sleeping in by now. In his son's place was Sir Lamb Chop, staring at the bed with plastic eyes.

And Adam narrowed his eyes at the stuffed toy, glancing from it to the bed and then back at it. He shuttered, turning the stuffed toy until it faced the wall, "creepy little thing," Adam muttered before leaving the room.