Page 13 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“More?” the alpha murmured.

Emre shivered. “I think I’ve had enough for now.”

“Okay. I’ll put away the leftovers.”

Emre flopped back against the mattress, feeling so full and content. Buttwheel crept out of the bedroom and sneaked over to the kitchen, where Zenith was frowning at the empty fridge.

“Don’t attack him, Buttwheel. That’s Zenith. He’s a great alpha.”

Buttwheel rolled up to Zenith, bumping him in the thigh.

Zenith looked over with a smile. “Hey.”

The shopping cart flipped its wheels. The crooked left wheel didn’t flip right, and Zenith frowned when he noticed.

“I’ll fix you up tomorrow,” he said to the cart, before glancing at Emre. “Is that okay?”

Emre’s heart lifted. “You don’t mind?”

“An injury is an injury.” Zenith patted the cart. “It’s no trouble.”

“That’s so nice of you.”

Zenith shrugged. “I just want to make the world a better place.”

He had been making Emre’s life better since yesterday, and he didn’t even know it.

“I should get going, though,” Zenith said regretfully. He shut the fridge and gathered up the dirty dishes. “If you need anything, just yell.”

“Okay.” Emre tried to get to his feet, but he was feeling so warm and boneless from the massage that he struggled.

“Hey, you don’t have to,” Zenith murmured. He came over and knelt in front of the mattress, taking Emre’s hand as though Emre was some kind of prince.

“I have to lock the door after you, anyway,” Emre said, his heart thumping.

“That’s true.”

Zenith scooped Emre off the mattress, his arms sliding around Emre all strong and firm. He carried Emre to the front door and set him gently on his feet.

Zenith didn’t release him immediately. Instead, he held Emre in his arms, his chest rising and falling as he breathed.

Emre wanted so badly to ask him to stay.

But Zenith had other, more important things to do. He was busy writing a book, and he had already made Emre dinner and comforted him tonight.

“I should go,” Zenith murmured, looking into his eyes.

Emre leaned forward, brushing his nose against Zenith’s warm chest. He tried not to notice the generous bulge pressed against his belly. Or Zenith’s hand cupping his ass.

Then Zenith squeezed Emre’s ass, slow and deliberate, and Emre grew wet so quickly, it was a good thing his belly hid the way his cock was suddenly hard.

“G-goodnight,” Emre croaked, his cheeks burning. “I hope you have a good night in bed.”

He clapped his hands over his mouth, rocking back in humiliation.

“I didn’t mean to say that! You have to believe me,” he begged.

Zenith ducked his head, his lips brushing Emre’s ear. “I’ll have averygood night in my bed,” he whispered, his breath hot.