Page 81 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Emre faltered. “I’m not... not back to normal. Um. Maybe you don’t want to...?”

Zenith leaned over him, caging him against the bed. He was broad and muscled, powerful like a predator, and it made Emre bare his throat. “Sweetheart. You look like you’re still pregnant. Like you could possibly have another pup in here.” He pressed his hot palm against Emre’s belly.

Emre’s eyes widened. “Do you want to put one inside me?”

Zenith’s eyes flashed red. “Yes.”

It was justdaysafter the birth, but Emre’s body warmed up, responding to Zenith’s touch.

What the fuck is wrong with my body?

Zenith’s gaze was intent. He stroked Emre’s belly possessively, his attention snagging on Emre’s mouth.

On instinct, Emre flicked his tongue out, wetting his lips.

Zenith groaned. “Fuck.”

He cradled Emre’s jaw with one hand, sticky wetness smearing against Emre’s skin. It would’ve been hot, except the magic cum smelled like glue.

“Ugh!” Emre wrinkled his nose. “Smells like someone’s art project.”

Zenith blinked. When he lifted his hand away from Emre’s face, strands of mystery cum stretched out between them. Zenith sighed. “Fuck. You’re right. Shower first.”

He stepped back; cold air rushed over Emre’s skin. Emre whined. Zenith gave him a heated glance and stripped off his wet clothing. His muscles rippled, abs flexing, biceps bunching. Emre shivered and couldn’t look away.

“I wish you’d knocked me up,” said his mouth. He froze.

Zenith inhaled sharply. The next thing Emre knew, he was being swept into Zenith’s arms. Zenith carried him into the bathroom and transferred him to one arm, leaving the other free to turn on the shower. “Here. Touch the water and tell me if it’s too hot.”

“That feels good,” Emre said.

Zenith brought him into the shower and shut the door. Then he sat Emre on the stone bench along the back wall, stepping in front of the spray.

He was a joy to watch. Water sluiced off his body, rivulets running between his pecs, trickling over his abs.

“Enjoying the view?” Zenith murmured. And he propped one foot on the bench next to Emre’s thigh, caging him in, showing off his thick thigh muscles, his heavy balls, and the flushed cock jutting up between them.

Emre could not ignore the invitation. He leaned in, taking Zenith’s blunt head into his mouth. The alpha hissed and jerked forward, pushing his cock deeper, shooting precum all over Emre’s tongue.

“Sweetheart,” Zenith hissed. He cupped Emre’s head and pulled him closer, feeding Emre his cock.

Emre grew so hot, he almost came.

He licked and sucked, sliding his tongue against the sensitive underside of Zenith’s tip. He pushed himself further down, filling his mouth with so much cock that he moaned and squirmed, his pulse pounding between his legs.

“Fuck, look at you,” Zenith rasped, pulling back slightly to stare at Emre. His tip was still between Emre’s lips, just barely, and Emre could see the rest of his cock just begging to be worshipped.

So he wrapped his hands around Zenith and tried to take him deeper. Zenith hissed and yanked himself out, precum shooting all over Emre’s face and chest.

“Let me clean up first,” Zenith groaned. He soaped himself, covering everything with suds. He left his cock for last though. Emre stared at that flushed, hungry length, his own body fluttering with anticipation.

“I don’t know how I’m ready again this soon,” Emre said, trying to clench his hole shut to keep his slick inside. “Just a few days ago, I—”

“I’m going to inspect you real well first,” Zenith growled. “Make sure you’re ready to take my cock.”

Emre had to bite down on his fist to stop himself from whimpering.

Zenith’s smile grew. He rinsed the suds off and crouched in front of Emre, running his large hands all over Emre’s skin to soap him up. Emre shuddered when Zenith cupped his bare throat; he panted when those hands dragged down his chest and squeezed his nipples.