Page 96 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“I think so, yeah.” Emre swallowed. His ass was wet, and he didn’t have another explanation for it. “I’m... I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Be right there.” Footsteps thumped. Emre tracked them through the mansion.

Moments later, Zenith was right in front of him, pulling Emre away from the wall. He held Emre upright and scanned him from head to foot. “You do look a little flushed.”

“So do you,” said Emre’s mouth.

Zenith turned pinker. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just—You’re in heat?”

For alphas, omegas’ heats were something of a treasure and a kink. After all, which alpha didn’t want an omega wet and begging for their cock? This seemed to be the case for Zenith too, but where other alphas made Emre feel uneasy, Zenith’s interest kindled a fire inside him.

Zenith began undoing Emre’s pants, hooking his finger into Emre’s panties and pulling them open to peek at Emre’s hard cock. “Mmm. Look at you, all hard for me.”

Emre blushed. “That’s not the only affected part of me.”

“Yeah?” Zenith’s smile grew. He slipped his other hand down the back of Emre’s pants, slotting his fingers into Emre’s crack, going straight for his hole. Zenith’s breath rushed out. “Fuck. Yeah. You’re all wet here.”

He slid his fingers through Emre’s slick, flicking his fingertips against Emre’s hole. Emre gasped and clutched at his alpha, his body singing.

“Is there s-something wrong with me?” Emre said. “I shouldn’t be going into heat again this soon. I’ve never heard of this happening before.”

Zenith frowned. “Yeah. Let’s call Doc. I’ll get you upstairs. The pups are in their playpen; Hux is keeping an eye on them.”

He swept Emre off his feet. His strong, solid chest pressed against Emre’s side; Emre caught a lungful of Zenith’s scent—smoky, with a hint of musky arousal. And now Emre was too aware of Zenith’s strength, the sheer bulk of him radiating heat.

Somewhere below him, Zenith’s cock was hard in his pants. Emre could already feel it on his tongue; he could imagine it between his thighs, wedged between his cheeks and nudging against his hole.

Soon, it would be inside him.

By the time Zenith set Emre on the bed, Emre had already forgotten what they’d planned. He slid his hands under Zenith’s shirt and stroked his sculpted abs, leaning in to bury his face in Zenith’s pecs.

“Sweetheart,” Zenith said, strangled.

“Mmm?” Emre cupped Zenith’s cock through his pants. It was big and heavy, and it jerked against his palm. “Mine.”

Zenith made a choked-off sound; his cock jerked again. “Y-yeah. It’s all yours. But not right now, okay? I need to make a phone call before I forget why.”

Then he pulled Emre’s hand off his cock. Emre whined.

“Just for a minute.” Zenith pressed his palm to Emre’s forehead, and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number. “Hey, Doc? I have a question. Emre says he’s in heat again, but it’s only been five weeks since he birthed his pup. Hell, he hasn’t even named Bean yet! What’s going on?”

On the other end of the line, Doc made a surprised sound. “I’ve heard of this happening. It’s rare, but it does happen.”

“Did we do something to trigger it?”

“Doubtful,” Doc said. “Bodies are weird. Then again, you did have that rut episode with Emre; maybe this is similar.”

Zenith and Emre looked at each other.

“So... what do we do?” Zenith asked.

“Use a condom, if you’re not ready for another pup,” Doc said dryly.

Zenith began rifling through his nightstand. Emre’s hole squeezed; his breathing grew shallow. Zenith was going to bury his cock inside him.

“Any other questions?” Doc asked.

“No. Thanks a lot.” Zenith ended the call and dropped his phone on the nightstand. Then he began tearing off his clothes. Emre grew so hot, he clutched the sheets so he had something to hold onto.