Page 2 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

The lock clicked, and the door opened.

Emre braced himself. He was prepared for the glorious scent of stew.

What hewasn’tprepared for, was the sheer hotness of the man before him.

The new neighbor was two heads taller than Emre, muscled and so large that he would have to duck his headandturn sideways to fit through his front door. Hot Neighbor had striking brown eyes and inky black hair. He was wearing a thin white tank top that barely concealed his pecs; his biceps were girthy, and his shorts stretched around his thighs.

And—sweet Mother Moon—his thick bulge. It pressed against the soft, thin material of his shorts, proud and unashamed, the crown of its tip making it so obvious that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Emre’s heat was long over, but staring at this man... he felt as though he might be going into heat again.

He focused on his other senses so his brain wouldn’t melt. Beneath the herb-filled aroma of meat and potatoes, Emre caught a whiff of smoke, fresh sweat, and musk.

He gulped. And breathed in again.

Hot Neighbor smelledamazing.

“Hi,” the man said, glancing at the empty mug in Emre’s hands.

Emre realized that he should’ve introduced himself a whole minute ago, except he’d missed that chance. Now they were staring awkwardly at each other.

Well, Hot Neighbor was staring at him. Emre had been staring at Hot Neighbor’s bulge.

“Can I help you?” Hot Neighbor asked.

Something smells really good,was what Emre meant to say.

What came out of his mouth was, “You smell really good.”

He froze, his entire face growing hot. His skin was turning blotchy too, but Emre did not care anymore.

“Sorry!” he squeaked. “I meant your chest—No, I-I meant your balls. Fuck! No. Not your balls. Holy fuck, stop saying ‘balls’!”

He brought his hands up to hide his face, and almost brained himself with the mug.

Hot Neighbor was watching him with the corners of his lips turned up, as though he wanted to laugh.

“I’m hungry,” Emre blurted. And cringed. “I-I mean, your food just smells really good, and... And I wondered if I could have a taste. Just half a cup. A quarter cup. Please.”

Hot Neighbor’s smile had dropped off his face. His eyebrows drew together, and he swept his gaze down Emre’s body. Emre felt completely naked, too thin and too weak.

“Yeah, okay. Let me see if it’s ready.” Hot Neighbor left the door open and turned away. His shoulders looked amazing from behind. His ass, too.

Emre swallowed his whimper.He probably has a mate. He seems perfect.

Before he knew it, Hot Neighbor was in front of him again, reaching for Emre’s mug. “Any allergies?” Emre shook his head, and Hot Neighbor nodded. “Be right back.”

He couldn’t help checking out Hot Neighbor’s living room. It was small like his, but instead of the furniture Emre had scrounged from the curb, Hot Neighbor had a beautiful leather couch, a wine-red rug, and a nice coffee table. His walls were a pleasant shade of cream, and there was a closed laptop on the table, with several scraps of paper around it.

Hot Neighbor stepped back in front of the doorway, startling Emre.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The man frowned. In his hands were Emre’s mug, and a loaf of bread that smelled so fresh, Emre moaned.

Hot Neighbor froze. “You... You shouldn’t be moaning like that in front of strangers,” he said quietly.

Emre had the sudden mental image of Hot Neighbor making him moan in several other ways. Several pants-melting ways.

He was wet between his legs inseconds,and terribly grateful that the man was not a wolf. Otherwise, he would have smelled Emre’s slick.