Page 47 of Not Ready

In the forever sense.

She pulls back a little, gasping for air. “Dammit. I swear I have better lung capacity than this.”

I chuckle as my arms twine around her back and ass. “You’ll look back on this time one day and really miss it.”

“Yeah,” she agrees. Her eyes get huge as I stand up with her wrapped around me. The tub has an excellent non-slip coating in a pattern lining the bottom of the tub, which I’m grateful for. I’ve got precious cargo, times two. I carefully climb us out of the tub and grab the towels on the way by before placing her down on the counter.

Her hands land behind her and she stretches back. “We’re fighting for room these days.”

I grin, drying her off as quickly as possible. I try my best to do the wet ends of her hair, but she nods to me.

I take that as a sign and do the same to myself.

Once I’m done, I toss the towel over the shower door.

I have no idea what we’re doing next, but I’m here for whatever she needs.

“So, is this where we get to the part where I actually soak up some of your pheromones directly from the source?” She grins playfully. Fucking hell, I need to see more of those smiles. Here’s hoping she’s finally feeling confident in her place here. “Because, if not, I might have to ask you to fetch my prescription.”

Oh, yeah. She’s definitely trying to bait me.

I still growl, “Abso-fucking-lutely not. You need me, not some damn synthetic formula.”

Her face lights up. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I push the hair back from her face.

Those puffy pink lips are taunting me.

The playful smile and sassy mouth aren’t helping anything.

Can’t she tell I’m an alpha on the edge?

They say omegas have no fear where alphas are concerned. She dives forward, licking my lower lip and giving it a tug with her teeth.

A feral growl rattles out, and I scoop her up. My dick sways as I aim for the bedroom, with the wiggly little omega moaning into my mouth. Her sweet strawberry scent hits my system, and my cock leaks in response. Maybe alpha and omega biology is more dynamic than I ever gave it credit for. It’s like my body knows what she needs, but fuck if I know how to actually make that happen.

Chapter Eighteen

Vale

My back lands on the mattress as Bishop crawls over me. The warm press of his skin against mine has me biting my lip to keep from begging. His height makes it easy for him to cage me in, even with the extreme baby bump.

“Is it safe to lie on your back during pregnancy?” he asks, nipping at my ear.

“For short periods. My doctor told me if something was wrong, I would know. I’d get dizzy or lightheaded and that’s when I should change position.”

“Is there anything else I should keep in mind?” His forearm wraps around my neck and head while his legs frame mine. His cock feels huge laying against my pelvis.

“No weight on the belly. I’m pretty sure I can do most positions, but this is a first for me.”

“Mmm.” He licks down my neck. “I love the sound of that.”

My hand lands on his back, running my fingers down his warm skin. He cups my right breast in his huge hand as his mouth meets mine. The scratchy feeling of his beard brushing my cheek makes me shiver. I’ve wanted this for so long, it’s a little surreal now that we’re here. He flicks his thumb over my nipple, and I curl toward him. How does he already know how to drive me crazy?

“Fuck, you smell like strawberries and cream,” Bishop growls, working his hand down to test my core.

I used to wax everything for my cam shows, but recently, I’ve been saving the money from my waxing appointments. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my vagina without using a mirror. My face heats at the thought, but Bishop distracts me.

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