Page 30 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Emre?” Zenith murmured.

“Mmm,” Emre said, burying his nose between Zenith’s pecs. His muscles were warm and solid. Were they just as sculpted further down? Emre wanted to touch; he wanted to slip his hand under Zenith’s shirt and explore his abs, maybe follow that trail of hair down to his waistband.

Maybe even down the front of his underwear.

I gotta stop before this gets weird!

He wrenched his face away from Zenith, warmth blooming in his body. This wasn’t the right time for his hormones to act up.

Except now that he had these thoughts in his head, he couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to rub himself nakedly all over this alpha. He would bury his nose in the strongest-smelling parts of Zenith’s body—his neck, under his arms, between his legs...

Save the thoughts for tonight,he managed to tell his body without saying it aloud.When Zenith is asleep.

“Emre?” Zenith said again.

“You smell very good,” Emre blurted. “Very hot. Um, temperature-hot. Not sex-hot.”

And his traitorous heart skipped a beat.

Zenith’s eyebrow ticked up.

“I, um.” Emre ducked his head, his ears burning.

“Mind if I rub some lotion on your belly?”

Emre blinked. “You have lotion?”

“For my dry hands in winter. All-natural ingredients. Let me show you.”

Zenith guided Emre to sit on the leather couch in the living room, before heading to his bedroom. His pants clung to his ass, his shirt stretched snugly across his broad shoulders.

Emre drooled a little. He hurriedly swallowed and tried not to listen, but he couldn’t help hearing a drawer slide open and shut.

Did Zenith store his lube in there too? For when he jerked off at night? Or did he make enough precum that he didn’t need it?

Emre bit his lip, wishing he had worn underwear so it would keep his cock down. Maybe his belly would help to hide it?

Zenith stepped back out of his bedroom with a bottle. “Green tea lotion. It smells soothing to me. What do you think?”

He handed the bottle over; it smelled like green things, like a spa resort tucked into a forest.

“Let’s try it,” Emre said, pulling his shirt up over his belly.

Zenith rumbled at the sight. With a careful look, he sat next to Emre on the couch, their bodies turned toward each other.

“Tell me to stop, if any of this makes you uncomfortable.”

Emre nodded, his gaze glued to Zenith’s large hands. Zenith squirted white lotion onto his palm and rubbed it between his hands to warm it up.

When he smeared the whitish fluid on Emre’s belly, the words fell out.

“It looks like cum,” said Emre’s mouth.

Zenith froze. Emre buried his face in his hands.

“I didn’t mean to say that! I mean, uh, it looks like lotion. Yes. White stuff.” Emre cringed.

Zenith cleared his throat. “So... Do I proceed?”