Iwasn’t sure what stage of pregnancy made your hormones go fucking nuts, but I was definitely there. I should call Raiden, of the Huxley-Grey Pack, and find out how long it would last, because I was going crazy. Every time one of my Alphas walked by, I had to hold myself back from jumping on them. And when Kitten so much as entered the same room, I had a raging hard-on and an urge to grind my dick into her. It was driving me insane. Then, if I thought about how crappy my hormones were for more than five minutes, my eyes would brim with tears and I’d start to cry.
What the actual hell was up with that?
It was almost a relief when the guys went to work. Kitten hadn’t officially started her job yet, though she’d accepted it and made arrangements for goats to come later in the month. I didn’t understand what she needed goats for, but you know, she seemed happy about it.
She was at home, seductively eating oatmeal with peaches at the breakfast bar. I watched as each mouthful passed her lips, mesmerized by the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed. The way a droplet of peach juice clung to her chin.
“Darius, are you okay?”
The whine bubbled from my throat before I could choke it down. I gritted my teeth. “I’m fine.”
She put down her spoon and came over, her brows drawn together in a frown. “You don’t look fine. You looked flushed.”
She lifted her soft hand to cup my cheek, and I turned my face so I could bite the fleshy muscle below her thumb, making her gasp. “I need you, Kitten. Please.” It was a breathy plea, and I was kind of disgusted with myself, but it didn’t dampen how much I wanted her. She looked a little shocked, so I grabbed her hand, sliding her index finger past my lips and sucking on it.
“Oh,” she whispered, and I moved on to the next digit. “It’s okay, Darius. I’ve got you.” She removed her finger from my mouth with an audible pop. Grabbing my hand, she dragged me to the couch. I growled, flopping down on the cushions and grabbing her hips, pulling her down onto my lap. I kissed her hard, trying to suck her down, to feel and taste her everywhere all at once. I was frantic to have her. I’d denied the feeling for too long, and now I couldn’t wait any more.
She straddled my lap, threading her fingers in my hair and then tugging hard. “Calm, Omega. I told you I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel better.”
My dick throbbed at her authoritative words. She tilted my head back, taking control of the kiss. I gripped her ass, grinding her against my hardness, trying to get some relief. She rolled her hips against me, and I could feel her damp core already. Kitten wanted me as much as I wanted her. Her fingers slid beneath my shirt, and she tugged on the hem until she was pulling it off over my head.
“So pretty,” she murmured against my lips. “I always thought Omega men would be tiny and elfin; instead, you’re all muscle and so fucking sexy.” Yeah, my muscles. Apparently, in my third trimester my abs would separate at the main muscle bands to make way for my bulging womb. I hoped she could appreciate them now, because soon they’d be lost in a giant bulge of belly.
“Darius, why are you crying?” Kitten gasped, leaning back. “Did I hurt you?” She tried to scrabble off my lap but I held her closer, squishing her to my chest.
“Soon I’m going to be huge like a fucking beluga whale and my abs will be gone and I won’t be able to see my toes.” I didn’t mean for it to come out in a pitiful whine, or for tears to leak from my eyes.
Kitten looked at me with a horrified—or maybe panicked—look on her face. “Darius, no. You’re amazing. And you’ll be as sexy then as you are now.” She pulled away so she could push me back onto the couch. “I mean it.”
Then she proceeded to show me, kissing down my neck, and over my collarbone. She curled her body until she could get one of my nipples between her perfect pink lips. She sucked it softly, and when I gripped her head, she sucked harder, adding a scrape of her teeth.
Oh fuck, it felt too good. “More. Kitten, please...”
She hummed her assent, and moved to the other nipple and bit down softly. I clawed at her skin, my groan echoing around the living room. She moved from my nipples downwards, her fingernails scraping along my skin, spreading goosebumps in their wake. When she reached my slightly protruding stomach, she laid her cheek there and thrummed softly.
I choked back the fucking hormonal tears that wanted to burst out of my eyeballs like a geyser again. Luckily, she was unbuttoning my pants soon enough, and a whole different emotion took over.
I tangled my fingers in her dark hair, pulling it up so I could see her face as my dick sprang free, engorged and dripping with precum already. She sucked in a breath, and then blew it out, cooling the trails of moisture over the head of my cock. I threw my head back with a groan, but she wasn’t teasing me today. No, Kitten put that tongue to work straight away, licking it all up like a dripping ice cream. She pushed the head between her lips, sucking softly as she twisted, taking it deeper and deeper.
I didn’t realize I was chanting the word fuck, until someone cleared their throat. I looked over Kitten’s head at Beckett, who looked like he’d walked into a pile of presents on Christmas morning.
“I’ve never been so happy to come home for brunch.”
Kitten pulled her head from my crotch and looked over at Beckett, a saucy grin on her face. He was across the room quicker than my eyes could follow. He kissed her, sucking her lip between his teeth. “Don’t let me interrupt, Omegas. You look like you’re just getting started. Would you mind if I joined?”
I loved that he’d asked rather than just inserting himself into the situation, but quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind it if he inserted himself—
“Don’t mind at all,” Kitten answered, before sliding my cock back into her mouth. Oh shit. Beckett grabbed my chin and kissed me possessively, his tongue sliding between my lips to tangle with mine, thrusting in rhythm with Kitten on my dick. The sensation threatened to make me come in an instant, and I wasn’t done wringing out my pleasure yet.
I wanted to be inside her. Or Beckett to be inside me.
I grabbed at Kitten’s shoulders. “Come here, baby. I want to feel you around me. I want us both to feel good.”
She stood up, throwing off her shorts and shirt until she was gloriously naked in front of me. A couple of months in civilization had rounded out her gaunt edges, and she was soft and feminine and beautiful, not that she wasn’t before.
I wanted to be inside her more than I wanted anything else at this moment. She straddled my hips, and I wasted no time pressing the head of my dick against her entrance. I was vaguely aware of Beckett standing, but honestly, my entire focus was on her, on this woman who’d come into my life like a wrecking ball, but together we’d somehow built something amazing from the rubble. I clutched her hips like a lifebuoy as she slid down on my dick. God, she felt good. She felt like mine.
Beckett appeared over her shoulder, his eyes hooded with lust. In his hand was a bottle of lube. “Remember when you said you didn’t mind if I joined you? Because that looks fucking delicious, and I’d like to be in there with you.”
