Page 32 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Tonight, he promised himself. Tonight, after Zenith had fallen asleep, Emre would let himself think about where else this massage could’ve gone.

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FEELS LIKE HEAT

Emre realizedthe mistake he had made, three seconds after he’d shoved his fingers into himself.

It wasn’t enough.

His fingers were short and slender; he’d crammed enough of them into his hole for the stretch to be noticeable. But they weren’t big and hard like an alpha’s cock. He couldn’t reach his sweet spot with the angle he had, and he’d left his dildo back at his apartment because he never anticipated staying this long.

Sure, he could sneak back over to retrieve his toy. But that meant leaving Zenith’s bedroom, tiptoeing past the alpha sleeping on the couch, to open the front door.

Zenith would wake up. He would discover what Emre was doing.

Emre’s face scorched.

He huddled into Zenith’s bed, his hole aching. The alpha’s scent didn’t help—all that smoky musk, with the distinct scents of sex and cum—it made his body desperate to be filled.

Zenith had offered to change out the sheets. Emre had declined because it was too much trouble.

Had Zenith seen through his weak excuse? Did he know Emre wanted to sniff out the scent of his cock?

Emre squirmed, sitting upright so he could grind his cock against Zenith’s bed, at the same time he fingered himself. It still wasn’t enough.

All day, he had peeked at Zenith’s strong arms, his generous pecs, his strong thighs. And that bulge of his...

Gods, what wouldn’t Emre give to be pinned down by that alpha, his legs spread, his hole stretched around Zenith’s thick cock?

He bit his lip and swallowed his whimper, squirming against the bath towel he’d laid down to catch his slick.

If he could just come, if he could just take the edge off...

Zenith had been in this very bed last night, fucking into his fists, his cock wet with precum. His mattress had squeaked loudly from the force of his thrusts. If he were here right now, if he were on top of Emre, mounting him and sliding in...

Please,Emre wanted to say.Please come in and fuck me.

He shoved his fist against his mouth, feeling so empty that he could cry.

“Please,” he whispered, biting his lip before another sound could slip out.

“Emre?” Zenith murmured from the living room.

Heat jolted through Emre’s body. His hole squeezed tight.

He buried his face in Zenith’s pillow. “I-I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.” Zenith sounded concerned. “You’ve been making uncomfortable sounds for a while now.”

Had he been listening this whole time? Had he heard Emre beg?

Emre blushed all over. “I...”

“Would you like me to come in there?”

Emre’s breath rushed out. “Yes,” he blurted. “You can come—um. Come anywhere. Inside or outside.” He grew so hot that he squirted precum all over the towel. Then he realized that Zenith meant cominginto the bedroom.“I mean,” he squeaked. “Into the bedroom. Your bedroom. Sh-shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

Zenith hesitated. “You should be sleeping, too.”