Page 119 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Zenith rumbled in approval and kissed Emre’s scar, where Ronald’s bonding mark had once been. Then he grazed it with his teeth and bit down hard, breaking skin.

Pain and pleasure twisted through Emre like a lightning bolt. All at once, a faint, tingling warmth spread through his body.As Zenith pulled away and licked off the droplets of blood, thin, swirling lines unfurled across Emre’s skin—gold like Zenith’s scales, sweeping down his arms and over his back, wrapping around his sides and down his thighs.

Emre’s heart thundered. This felt like belonging, like a promise.

Zenith sucked in a quick breath, his eyes growing wide. “That’s my color.”

“Yes,” Emre whispered. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Zenith helped Emre stand, peeling away Emre’s clothes so he could admire the new markings. Then he began kissing every single inch, with a slow, reverent adoration that robbed Emre of his breath. Zenith turned Emre onto his belly and kissed down his back; he licked the markings that curled around Emre’s sides, biting lightly on the lines wrapped around Emre’s thighs. When he had marked it all with his scent, he shrugged off his own clothes and flipped Emre onto his back, sliding his cock home. “Mine.”

Emre shuddered and spread himself, offering his mate everything. “Yes.”

“Mine,” Zenith growled, looking into Emre’s eyes and driving his cock deeper. The friction lit Emre up inside; he clutched at Zenith and moaned. Zenith increased his pace, striking Emre’s prostate once every few strokes, then hitting it with increasing frequency until Emre writhed and clawed at him, his balls pulling tight.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Zenith growled, closing his lips around his bonding mark and biting down again.

Emre came with a scream, his body clenching. Zenith swore and pulled him close, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside Emre.

His knot swelled the fastest it ever had, locking them together and pressing so perfectly against Emre’s prostate that Emre’s eyes rolled back, and he came again.

“I can’t wait to bond with you,” Zenith said, right before he kissed Emre.

“Mmm?” Emre panted, out of breath and in a daze. “Didn’t we just—?”

“Dragon bonding,” Zenith murmured. “We just did the wolf bonding, but there’s still one more to go.”

“We can’t do it right now?” Emre slurred.

“No, the Circle’s at my flight’s ancestral home. We’ll have to go there and walk it together. With my family as witnesses.”

That sounded... kind of intimidating, actually.

Emre blinked himself out of his daze, feeling the faint stirrings of panic. “Are they going to like me? I feel like I’m just knocked up all the time right now.”

Zenith laughed. “With how many dragonets you’re bringing into the world? They’llreallylike you. Just, you know, don’t go into labor while we’re in the middle of walking the Circle. My brothers’ mates keep doing that. I’m a little traumatized.”

Emre frowned. “Is that a thing?”

“It’s not supposed to be! No one wants to walk the Circle with a baby half-hanging out of them! It’s just that my brothers seem to have crap timing. I hope that isn’t us.”

Emre paled. “Fingers crossed?”

“Better cross our cocks too, just in case.”

“Please write that into a book,” Huxton said.

“Stop eavesdropping,” Zenith retorted without any real heat. “One day, you might hear something you really regret.”

“Never,” Huxton declared.

“Please don’t knockme up again for the next three years,” Emre begged, burying his face in Zenith’s chest.

Zenith winced and rubbed his back. “I’m sorry. I should’ve done better.”

“It’s not your fault. It was... Well, an accident. But I think we know better now.” Emre sighed. “It’s just so uncomfortable, being bloated all the time. I keep having to pee.”

Then he looked up and found all of Zenith’s family watching them.