Page 82 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“So fucking hot,” Zenith murmured, leaning in to lick up a droplet of milk. “So delicious, too.”

He closed his mouth over Emre’s nipple and sucked gently. It felt like a release, leaking into his mouth. Emre panted and spread his legs; Zenith soaped up his belly and hips, then his thighs, calves, and toes.

“Mine,” Zenith purred, cupping Emre’s balls and brushing his thumb over them. He closed his fist around Emre’s hard cock and stroked once, base to tip. Emre’s spine arched; his mouth fell open. When Zenith’s fist left him completely, he tried to raise his hips. Only for Zenith to scoop him up and bend him over his broad shoulder. Large palms smoothed over his asscheeks. “Perfect.”

Zenith slipped his fingers into Emre’s crack, working them down to his hole. Instead of pushing in, Zenith circled Emre’s entrance, washing its rim over and over until he writhed and clenched, trying to tempt his alpha inside.

“Zenith,” Emre whimpered. “Inside, please. Now.”

“Such a beautiful omega,” Zenith purred, dipping his finger in ever so slightly, just enough for Emre to feel his hole stretch. But it wasn’t enough. Zenith didn’t penetrate him fully—he pulled his finger away.

Emre could’ve cried. He dug his nails into Zenith’s back, bucking his hips.

“Time to rinse off those suds,” Zenith murmured. “Then we’ll check your hole.”

Emre whined. “But I want you inside menow.”

Zenith laughed, low and sinful. Emre’s slick dripped down his thighs. Zenith stood him under the shower and turned him around. Then he leaned Emre back against his chest and washed Emre’s cock and balls, his fingers flicking against Emre’s sensitive nerve endings.

“Alpha,” Emre gasped, shaking so hard that Zenith purred loudly. By the time Zenith got him out of the shower, Emre was clutching at Zenith, swaying on his feet, his hole aching to be filled.

“So fucking beautiful,” Zenith whispered.

He dried Emre gently with a soft, fluffy towel. With Emre still trembling, Zenith led him to the bed and laid him out on all fours.

“Just a while more, sweetheart. Bear with me. I need to make sure I won’t hurt you.” He tucked a few pillows under Emre to help hold him up. Then he spread Emre’s legs wide apart and placed Emre’s hands on his ass. “Hold yourself open.”

Emre obeyed, spreading his legs even wider to tempt his alpha inside.

Zenith’s breath rushed out. His hands shook when he picked up his phone. His cock was dark red, dripping with precum, and the sight alone made Emre moan. Emre gripped his cheeks and spread them as wide as he could.

“Perfect,” Zenith purred. He turned on the flashlight and slid three fingers into Emre’s hole, stretching him open.

Emre shuddered.He’s looking at me inside.

Zenith pressed his fingers against Emre’s rim, opening him wider. He swiveled his phone to inspect every inch of Emre’s inner walls. “Looks fine to me. Now, tell me how this feels.”

He slid all three fingers deeper, swirling them around carefully.

“F-feels good,” Emre whimpered.

“Yeah?” Zenith growled. He set down his phone and withdrew his fingers. “I’m going to try it again, but with my cock this time. Tell me if anything hurts.”

“O-okay.”

That familiar blunt tip kissed Emre’s hole. Zenith teased Emre with it, sliding it back and forth. Then he pushed in. It felt as though Emre was being stretched out, being welcomed home.

Zenith pressed against Emre’s prostate, big and solid. Emre came hard, spilling everywhere.

Zenith yelped. “Sweetheart! Did I hurt you?”

“Hmm?” Emre turned dazedly, trying to look over his shoulder. “Wh-what?”

“Did I hurt you?” Zenith examined his face carefully.

“No, you made me come so hard,” Emre said, rocking back to take more of Zenith’s cock. “Mmm!”

Zenith blew out a sigh of relief, gathering Emre back against himself. “Thank heavens.” He pressed several kisses to Emre’s neck and shoulders. Then he reached around, squeezing Emre’s dripping cock. When he lifted his hand away, his fingers were covered in pearly white fluid.