Page 31 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Yes, rub your cum into me.” Emre stiffened and hunched his shoulders. “Oh gods. Why? No. I meant, rub your lotion into me. It’s just some sticky white stuff. It’s... That sounded so bad. Oh Mother Moon. Please just kill me.”

“No killing today,” Zenith said, but there was a smile in his voice.

His palms grazed Emre’s belly, two bursts of warmth that sent a shock of bliss down to Emre’s toes. Zenith smoothed his palms over Emre’s belly, drawing them in small circles that slowly grew larger, spreading lotion everywhere. It was good, the scent light instead of overpowering.

Then the pup rolled, and Zenith gave a low, pleased rumble.

“Hey, pup,” Zenith said, following the movement with his hands. “Just giving your dad a quick rub to make him more comfortable. Hi.”

Zenith would be amazing with babies, and he didn’t even know it.

Emre swallowed hard, warmth creeping up his neck. “Um, could you do my back too? It hurts a lot of the time. Babies are heavy.”

“Okay.”

Now that he had covered the top half of Emre’s belly and the surrounding skin, Zenith’s hands eased lower, to the sides of Emre’s belly, over his outie belly button, then further south. Emre’s face grew redder. He wasn’t fully hard right now, but if Zenith’s hands drifted lower, if he tried to moisturize any skin further south...

“Your heart’s going faster,” Zenith murmured, brushing his fingers over the faint line of hair going south.

He wasso closeto accidentally bumping against Emre’s bulge.

What would that feel like?

Slick leaked out of Emre’s hole; his ears burned like he’d popped them into an oven.

Then Zenith’s fingers snagged against the front of his pants, almost touching but not quite, and Emre’s cock shot upright.

“Um, my back?” Emre squeaked.

Zenith paused. Then he took his hands away. “Let me get behind you.”

“Oh gods,” Emre whispered, his slick soaking through his pants. He absolutely could not stand up after this, because the wet spot would be so obvious.

Zenith squirted more cum—more lube onto his palm. He sat on the couch behind Emre and held Emre’s hip lightly with one hand. Then he smeared the lotion onto Emre’s lower back,carefully kneading his aching muscles with both hands. Emre moaned.

“Your hands feel so good when you’re behind me,” said his mouth.

The rest of him wanted to curl up in embarrassment.

“I-I mean, your everything feels good. Um. Oh no. I meant the massage. That you’re doing with your hands. Not with any other part of your body.”

Zenith coughed lightly, but his scent... Did his scent grow a little muskier?

The more Zenith massaged, the wetter and harder Emre grew—except Zenith could not see either the wet spot, or Emre’s straining cock. That was such a relief.

Finally, when Emre was leaning one shoulder against the back of the couch, drifting in a blissful haze, Zenith’s fingers slowed to a stop.

“Good enough?” Zenith asked quietly.

“That was better than sex,” Emre blurted.

“Hmm,” Zenith said. Instead of touching Emre elsewhere, he let his hands fall away. Emre whined at the sudden coldness on his skin. He wanted to grab Zenith’s hand and shove it between his legs; he wanted to spread and offer himself.

But if he was going to be staying in Zenith’s apartment for the next two days, he couldn’t risk fucking this all up.

Zenith grabbed a blanket and lightly draped it around Emre. “More later?”

“Okay,” Emre said. “Thank you.”