Page 98 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

“Yes, yes!” Emre spread his legs wider. Zenith groaned and thrust in, grinding so hard against Emre’s prostate that his toes curled, and his balls pulled tight.

“Such a pretty pair of balls,” Zenith whispered, sliding his thumb over them. “What a pretty cock.” He ran his thumb up the underside of Emre’s length, sliding his fingers around Emre’s sensitive tip. Emre wheezed. But Zenith didn’t stop there. He played with Emre’s slit, squeezing his head and grinding his fingertips against that tight opening. Emre howled and thrashed, his ass clenching. “Fuck,” Zenith hissed, pounding Emre into the bed. “The way you tighten around me. Begging for my cum. Begging me to claim you.”

He kissed Emre again, fucking his tongue into Emre’s mouth at the same time his cock plowed deep. Emre panted, pressing his nails into Zenith’s back.

“Come for me,” Zenith growled, dropping a trail of kisses to Emre’s ear. His cock was a thick presence inside Emre, big anddemanding. “I want you to clench around my cock, milk me for my cum. Show me how much you want to be bred.”

Emre’s voice broke. He came hard around Zenith, a howl ripping out of him. Zenith groaned and thrust harder, his cock swelling.

“Need cum, please,” Emre gasped. “Need your cum.”

Zenith roared and thrust a final time, pulsing inside Emre. For a long while, Emre pretended that Zenith was filling him with cum, shot after shot all going inside him, staking their claim.

“You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart,” Zenith panted. He kissed Emre sloppily, riding the wave of his release.

“Knot me,” Emre whimpered.

Zenith’s knot swelled at the base of his cock, pressing against Emre’s prostate. He rolled his hips and pushed it against Emre’s sweet spot. Emre screamed and came again.

They clung to each other for a long while, until Zenith’s knot went down and he finally pulled out.

“You’re so amazing,” Zenith murmured, dropping kisses all over Emre’s face. Emre barely registered Zenith’s hand going between them to pull off the condom.

Except Zenith froze, looking down.

“What,” Zenith said.

Emre looked down too.

The condom... wasn’t a sheath anymore. Instead of a reservoir holding Zenith’s cum, it was in tatters, sticking limply to Zenith’s cock... with no cum in sight.

“I guess your cum did go inside me, after all,” said Emre’s mouth.

Zenith pressed his face against Emre’s shoulder, a sigh gusting out of him.

“Fuck.”

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OH NO

How didI fuck up this badly?Zenith felt like one of his book characters, when they’d done something so completely stupid that they could only watch as the train wreck unfolded. “I... How did it rip apart like that?”

He reached into the nightstand and found the box of condoms under the pile of books and lube.

They had expiredtwo years ago.

Zenith gaped, going cold with horror.How did I even miss this?

When he turned, he found Emre with his eyes glazed over. “Sweetheart?”

Emre blinked himself back, but it took a couple of tries. “What?”

“Are you—How are you feeling?”

“You came inside me,” Emre said.

Zenith felt terrible.