Page 21 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Emre nudged Buttwheel into Zenith’s apartment, looking around. Two days ago, his first peek had revealed a cozy living room with a beautiful leather couch. But now that he was properly in here, he discovered so many other things: The stack of pristine notebooks on a shelf, the golden dragon mug with an assortment of mismatched pens, the box of various computer and TV cables, some of which looked ancient.

A tall bookcase stood in the corner. Half of its books looked like they belonged to one author, and the rest were a jumbled mix. There was no TV. The kitchen was small and clean, warm and homey. The bedroom door was ajar, but it wasn’t open enough for Emre to see past it.

The entire apartment smelled like delicious food. Chocolate, flour, butter, and sugar, and more faintly, the steak and potatoes from last night. Then there was Zenith’s heady smoky scent, along with the muskiness of his cum.

Gods, the scent of his cum was so strong, it smelled like he had orgasmed several times. Which Emre knew was true, because he’d heard them all as they happened.

His ears burned.Zenith doesn’t know this place smells like his cum,he reminded himself.He can’t smell it.

All the same, he couldn’t help peeking at the bedroom door, where that musky scent was the strongest.

Mother Moon, I need to stop thinking before I say something horrible again.

Emre opened and closed his mouth, trying to think of a good line.

“More cookies?” Zenith said like a knight in shining armor.

“All of them, please and thank you,” Emre said hurriedly. “But you should have some before I eat them all and lick the crumbs.”

“Some licking is fine,” Zenith murmured.

Desperately, Emre grabbed a chocolate chip cookie off the cooling rack and bit into it, moaning at its rich, buttery flavor. “Oh gods, this is amazing.”

Zenith’s smile grew. “These are all yours, if you want them.”

He brought out a plastic container and handed it to Emre; Emre carefully stashed the cookies in there, handing one back.

Their fingers brushed when Zenith accepted the cookie. He ate it in a few quick bites, still watching Emre. “You like my food.”

“You can cook for me forever,” Emre blurted.

Something flickered in Zenith’s eyes; his smile grew.

“I’ll make another batch of cookies,” Zenith said. “I had the ingredients out, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted more.”

Emre nodded. “I want all the cookies.”

Zenith’s gaze dipped to Emre’s belly, and for a second, he seemed... yearning.

“Do you want to touch my belly?” said Emre’s mouth.

Zenith looked up, hope flickering through his face. “Are you offering?”

6

BELLY TOUCHING

“Sometimes omegas try totouch my belly without even asking,” Emre said with a shudder. “But I don’t mind if you touch. You’re fine.”

Zenith’s gaze intensified. “Really?”

“Yes, really! Touch me!” Emre froze. “Did I really say that? Um.”

The alpha huffed, amusement lighting up his eyes. He closed the distance between them. “You’re sure,” he murmured, large hands coming up.

Emre always guarded his belly fiercely, because he had a pup in there. But there was a sense of safety with Zenith that held him still. He watched as those hands came closer, fingertips ghosting down one side of his belly. Beneath his clothes, goosebumps prickled all over his skin.

“This okay?” Zenith murmured, softly stroking Emre’s abdomen. Emre nodded, and Zenith cupped him with both palms, slow and careful.