Page 33 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

The alpha gave a low, breathless chuckle. “Why aren’tyou?”

“You’re not supposed to answer my question with more questions!”

“And we’re supposed to be talking about this. I’m coming in.”

The thought of Zenith pushing inside him, filling him up with cock... It was almost too much. Emre leaked all over the towel, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out all over his skin. Then he realized that Zenith would see him like this, naked and desperate, with his fingers still inside himself.

Slow, heavy footsteps approached the bedroom. They stopped at the door, and Zenith knocked.

He’s right outside.Emre squirmed. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, swallowing hard. “C-come in.”

The door creaked open. Emre clutched at the sheets. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, because there was enough moonlight streaming through the window for his night vision.

How much could Zenith see, though? Surely he must’ve seen enough, because he froze in the doorway, exhaling sharply like he’d been punched in the gut.

Emre twitched self-consciously. Which part of his body was Zenith looking at? His thin limbs? His leaking nipples? Or his hard cock, red and desperate for touch?

“Sweetheart,” Zenith growled, stepping in. “Tell me what you need.”

There was a hard line in Zenith’s sleep pants, and it wasso big.

It would stretch Emre perfectly, and hammer against his sweet spot.

Emre shuddered. “I-I need.” He took a few sobbing breaths. “Your cock.”

“Fuck.” Zenith groaned, glancing around the room. He found Buttwheel and Abbie in the corner—Emre had parked the shopping cart there, with half of Abbie’s blanket draped over the side of Buttwheel’s basket so even if Abbie woke up, she wouldn’t be able to see what he was doing.

“Mind if I move them out of the bedroom?” Zenith said.

“Just not too far away.”

“Kitchen?” At Emre’s nod, Zenith guided the cart out of the bedroom. “Got a new job for you, Buttwheel,” Zenith murmured.“Keep Abbie safe in here, all right? No sudden movements, keep still if you can. Try not to wake her up.”

Buttwheel squeaked one wheel very quietly.

“Good cart,” Zenith whispered.

Footsteps thudded back to the bedroom. When Zenith filled the doorway again, Emre’s hole squeezed.

“You and that doorway are like your cock and my hole,” Emre’s mouth said. “It’s almost like you’re too big to fit.”

It struck him that he had said all those words without meaning to. Emre whimpered, pulling a pillow over his head.

The alpha rumbled. “Oh? Are we finally talking about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

“Mm-hm. And I didn’t spend all of last night listening to that dildo sliding inside your pretty hole.”

Slick gushed out of Emre. He whined and pressed his legs together, but that didn’t stop the rustling sounds on the other side of the room.

When he peeked, he found Zenith shedding his shirt.

Zenith’s body was all hard lines, flat nipples on lush pecs, his abs clearly defined. A trail of dark hair dusted his skin and disappeared under his waistband. His shoulders rolled and his biceps flexed. When he stepped out of his pants, his thighs flexed powerfully, his cock jutting up thick and red, like it was eager to burrow deep into Emre’s ass.

“Oh gods,” Emre breathed, unable to tear his eyes off the precum smeared all over Zenith’s cock. It was glistening, still dripping,and if some of that wetness shot into Emre’s body... “Need. Need you inside.”