Page 84 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door
“You could cure me of my foot-in-mouth syndrome,” Emre said hopefully.
Zenith laughed. “No, that’s what makes you so amazing to be around.”
“Dammit!”
“Trust me, it’s a good thing.”
They lounged around for a while, curled up against each other.
Except it couldn’t last.
“Oh,” Huxton gasped from somewhere in the mansion. “Hmm. Oh dear. Some help here, Scribbly Master?”
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ZENITH VS BABY
Zenith exchangeda panicked look with Emre.
The Butler Brothers weren’t easily stumped, or surprised. What the hell had happened downstairs?
Zenith was on his feet in seconds, Emre in his arms. “What happened, Hux?”
“Something weird,” Huxton said. “It’s not dire. But you should see this anyway.”
Zenith made a face. “Sweetheart, I’ll need to vanish my knot.”
Emre shot him a look of disbelief. “You can just... make your knot disappear?”
“It’s not part of my human shape. I borrowed it from my dragon since you wanted a knot so badly.” Zenith dropped the partial shift and pulled out, grabbing a large shirt for Emre and a robe for himself.
“I need a plug,” Emre said.
When Zenith turned, he found Emre with cum dripping down his thighs, splattering onto the floor.
If he hadn’t just put that load inside Emre, he would’ve been rock-hard again.
Instead, he turned and grabbed a jewel-ended plug from the nightstand, hurrying back to his omega. “I’m going to insert it right now.”
Emre spread his cheeks, his breath punching out when the plug sank home. “Thanks.”
“Looks good,” Zenith murmured. He grabbed a towel and wiped off the mess on Emre’s thighs. Then he shrugged on his robe, helped Emre with the shirt, and scooped Emre into his arms. In seconds, they were out of the bedroom, Zenith striding through the mansion.
“We’re in the living room,” Huxton said.
It didn’tsoundlike the pups were hurt. If they were, though...
Panic crept through Zenith’s veins.
No, if the pups were hurt, Huxton would’ve said so.
With a burst of speed, he charged down the stairs, only to find several small iridescent bubbles floating everywhere.
“Bubbles?” Emre said, confused.
“Looks like it. They’re coming from the living room.”
Bubbles weren’t on Quinlan’s list of merchild things to worry about. But if bubbles weren’t the issue, then what was?
