Page 65 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

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THE QUEST TO BONE

Zenith was so hard,it hurt.

He stared at his laptop screen and tried to make sense of the words, but they swam and refused to cooperate.

Upstairs, Emre laughed.

The sound went straight between Zenith’s legs. His cock jerked, precum soaking through his pants.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

For the past three days, Zenith had been plagued by this. He would wake up before dawn on the heels of a scorching dream, hard as steel and wet with precum. He would wrench himself away from Emre’s side, ignoring Emre’s warmth on his skin, Emre’s scent in his lungs, so he could rub one out in the shower. Then he would work out in his home gym, rubbing out another release when he was done. He would throw together some breakfast, get to work, and when he heard Emre’s voice upstairs, he would jerk offagain,needing his omega but unable to touch him.

It was insanity.

Across the internet, opinions varied. Some people said you had to wait a week post-birth to mate with your wolf omega. Others said to wait a month. There was even a group of people who said it was best to check your omega inside, to make sure he was ready for penetrative sex.

But these options all involved separating Emre from his newborn pup, and Zenith couldn’t do that to them.

In an attempt to channel his desires into something more productive, he had sent his characters into another explosive hate-fucking scene.

Ulgon, the smaller mage alpha, had antagonized his alpha prince, insulting Burnzinger’s abilities in bed until the prince had snapped. Burnzinger had dragged Ulgon into his chambers to corner him. But that turned out to be a mistake when Ulgon told Burnzinger that his stamina sucked.

To prove him wrong, Burnzinger had whipped out his cock, and Ulgon had grabbed it to show that Burnzinger had a hair trigger.

The scene had ended up in hair-pulling, wrestling, and grinding their cocks against each other to see who would come first.

So itwaskind of hot, even if Zenith would never admit it to anyone. Especially because Ulgon and Burnzinger were based on his friends, Uriel and Bruiser. Crush had commissioned Zenith to write this book as a lavish present for his omega, since Uriel and Bruiser were taking their sweet time getting together.

“You’re amazing,” Emre said somewhere upstairs, sighing happily.

That sigh. Zenith’s thoughts dropped straight back into filth.

Emre giggled and murmured to his pups. Then he groaned—someone had probably poked him in the eye—and the sound dug its claws into Zenith’s balls, filling them with heat.

He wasn’t going to touch himself again. Except his cock had a mind of its own, growing thicker and harder, demanding attention.

Zenith cursed and shoved a hand down the front of his pants, wrapping it around himself to take the edge of his need. He remembered his dreams vividly: Emre whimpering and pliant beneath him, spreading his legs, his hole fucked loose.

How long until he could come again?

He checked his phone. One more day, and Uriel’s busy schedule would allow him to drop by.

Just one more day until he could get Emre alone. Then he would examine Emre’s hole, see if he was recovering well. Maybe he might even get to taste Emre, milk him, put more cum into his fertile body...

Zenith grabbed a tissue, thought about Emre taking his load, and came hard.

“Wow,”Emre said the moment he stepped into Zenith’s office. His nose twitched. “Thesmell.”

Zenith winced. “I don’t suppose it smells like paper and printer ink?”

Evenhecould smell the sex musk in here, to say nothing of Emre’s heightened senses.

Emre snorted. “It smells like paper and ink... if you ignore the thousand tons of musk and cum.”

“Damn it.” Zenith rubbed his temples. “I wish I could say it was because of my manuscript, but it’s... not.”