Page 83 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Zenith purred and brought them to his mouth, sucking them off. “You taste delicious.”

Emre blushed.

Carefully, Zenith began to move. He rolled his hips and pushed more of his cock inside.

It was almost too much, how good he felt. Emre clutched at the sheets and moaned, spreading his legs further. “More!”

“Yeah?” Zenith nipped his earlobe. “You’re such a good omega, taking every inch of my cock. Your sweet, wet hole wrapped around me, sucking me down perfectly. It’s like you’re begging to be claimed.”

Zenith bottomed out, over and over so Emre shuddered. Each time he sank back in, pleasure seared up Emre’s spine. Emre’s cock throbbed; he began to shake all over.

“Fuck, you really love my cock,” Zenith hissed. He thrust a little harder, a little faster. Emre’s toes curled. With one arm wrapped around Emre’s hips, Zenith built a rhythm, pulling out halfway and rocking back in, grinding against Emre’s sweet spot. Emre writhed. Zenith held him in place and slowly increased the force of his thrusts, until Emre panted and clutched at the sheets, his entire body singing.

“Want your cum,” Emre whimpered. “Want your knot. Need your knot so bad.”

Zenith groaned. He pounded in harder, his fingertips pressing tight on Emre’s hips, just like the last time he’d left the fingerprint bruises on Emre’s skin. Markings.

Emre whined and shoved his ass down on Zenith’s cock. Zenith snarled. He pinned Emre’s shoulders against the bed, fucking in hard.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Zenith growled. “Clenching around me. It feels like you’re begging to be bred.”

“Yes,” Emre hissed. “Breed me.”

Zenith fucked him into a screaming orgasm. Then he did it again, and again. By the time Emre could think, Zenith was breathing raggedly, his thrusts uneven.

“Alpha,” Emre whimpered.

With a roar, Zenith buried himself deep and pulsed, heat filling Emre inside.

“Knot,” Emre said. “Knot please.”

Zenith groaned. He kept himself buried and rolled them onto their sides, his knot swelling at the base of his cock. It shoved against Emre’s prostate, sending an electric jolt down to his toes.

“That’s like—like a magic button,” Emre said breathlessly. “Makes me come and come.”

“Yeah?” Zenith purred. He rolled his hips, pinning Emre in place as he worked his knot against that sweet spot.

Emre howled and came. Zenith massaged his prostate nonstop, giving him no time to recover.

By the time Zenith slowed down, Emre was shaking all over, wrung dry and blissed out. He floated in a daze, leaning back against his alpha.

Zenith loomed over him with a frown. “Did I go too far?”

Emre shook his head. His sweaty hair rubbed all over the pillows. “It was amazing. You turned me into puppet for your cock. A cock puppet. All you had to do was move inside me and I’d make sounds.”

Zenith huffed, nuzzling his hair. “Your sounds were incoherent, sweetheart. I don’t think you’d make a very good puppet.”

“Just make me say ‘cock’. I can say ‘cock’.”

“Nowyou can. You couldn’t do that five minutes ago.” Zenith gave him a meaningful look.

“Hey,yourcock reached through me and grabbed my tongue from the inside,” Emre protested. Then he hid his face in his hands. “Please just shut me up.”

Zenith grinned brightly. “I don’t know. I enjoy hearing your words. They’re very refreshing.”

Emre peeked through a crack in his fingers. “Are you going to turn me into a book character?”

“Maybe someday,” Zenith admitted.