Page 34 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Yeah?” Zenith dropped his underwear and straightened, letting Emre feast his eyes. He was so naked, every glorious inch of skin visible. “Which part of me do you need inside you?”

“Th-there’s more than one part?” Emre squeaked from under the pillow.

Zenith’s smirk would’ve melted Emre’s panties, if he were still wearing them. “Your choice. There’s my tongue.” He flicked it across his lower lip, soft and wet. “My fingers.” He raised his hand and crooked two fingers in a come-hither motion; heat flooded between Emre’s legs. “And my cock.”

He wrapped his fingers around the base of his thick length, stroking it base to tip. Precum dripped onto the floor.

Emre whined; his legs opened on instinct. He rolled onto all fours and angled his hips up like an offering.

“Fuck.” Inseconds,Zenith was upon him, pinning Emre down with his entire body, all hot skin, his chest on Emre’s back, his velvety cock sliding along Emre’s inner thigh. Emre whimpered, dripping onto it.

But Zenith didn’t touch his sensitive parts immediately. Instead, he braced his weight with one hand on the bed, splaying his other hand across Emre’s chest. Zenith smoothed his fingertips over Emre’s collarbones and reached up to cup his throat, demanding submission.

Emre tipped his head back and pushed his neck against Zenith’s hand. Zenith swore, and the scent of his precum filled the air.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I saw you,” Zenith growled in his ear. Ever so lightly, he stroked Emre’s throat, acknowledging Emre’s submission. Then he slid his hand down to rub Emre’s tingling nipples. “Your pert nipples—” he squeezed both, tugging until milk trickled down his fingers and Emre writhed “—your round belly—” he trailed his hand lower, smoothing his palm in a wide circle to cover Emre’s belly with his scent “—your hard, hungry little cock.”

Instead of touching it, Zenith slid his hand down Emre’s inner thigh, sending a cascade of tingles through Emre’s skin. He nudged Emre’s legs wider, baring Emre’s hole completely, with nothing between them.

Emre clutched at the sheets. “P-please touch me.”

“But Iamtouching you,” Zenith murmured. “Maybe you should tell me where you want my hand.”

Emre’s face burned. “On m-my c-cock.”

The anticipation made him throb, his balls tight and aching.

“That’s it. You’re so good for me.” Zenith dragged his hand back to Emre’s balls, cupping and squeezing them, before running his fingertips up the sensitive underside of Emre’s length. “Is this enough?”

Emre panted, bliss racing down his nerves. “M-more.”

Slowly, Zenith closed his fist around Emre, stroking him from base to tip. Precum shot out of Emre and went everywhere; it was all he could do to hold still, throbbing against Zenith’s palm.

“Good?” Zenith whispered.

“S-so good.” Emre’s voice broke. “Better than when I t-touch myself.”

Zenith groaned. “Fuck, the thought of you touching yourself... So fucking hot. Last night, I jerked off while listening to you moan. Then I thought I was done, except you began moaning again. I was content to just listen, you know? But you kept coming. And coming. And I was hard again before I knew it, my cock aching to plow inside you. So I jerked off again. Then you started upagain,and my cock grew hard again. It’s like your moans went straight to my cock every single time. Here, feel how hard I am for you right now.”

He thrust lightly against Emre’s thigh, heavy and hungry. Emre whined.

“You have such a pretty cock,” Zenith panted in his ear, his fingertips circling Emre’s tip. “So sensitive and wet for me. Do you feel it, right here?” He rubbed the spot just under Emre’s tip.

Emre cried out, spurting precum. He needed more. He was so close.

But Zenith took his hand away.

“No!” Emre cried, jerking his hips to chase that touch. Zenith held him down.

“So gorgeous,” Zenith murmured. “Do you know how beautiful you are? The way you open for me, your body so responsive to my touch. It’s like you’re begging me to fill you, begging me to claim you.”

Emre tried to breathe. His instincts howled at him to submit, to take Zenith’s cock deeply and milk him for his cum.

Zenith kept his cock away from Emre’s hole. Instead, he slid his fist down Emre’s length, massaging his balls.

“Zenith, p-please-”

“Such a perfect omega,” Zenith purred. “But this isn’t where you need me, is it?” He squeezed Emre’s cock. “This isn’t enough. You need me here.” He slipped his fingers behind Emre’s balls, rubbing his perineum and circling the drenched pucker of his hole, a slow, teasing touch. Emre whimpered. Zenith swore, his fingers swirling closer, skimming lightly over Emre’s entrance. Then Zenith pressed his fingers harder over Emre’s hole; two fingertips slid easily inside. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet for me. Loose and ready to take my big cock.”