Page 22 of His Prodigal Alpha

“Eric mentioned testing the possibility of mixed matings,” Rex said, sounding a little awkward when it came to the last word.

Cocking my head, I wondered, “How does he plan on doing that? Parading other omegas in front of you and seeing if you can knock up a bunny or a hedgehog?”

The horrified look on Rex’s face made me laugh. “Nuh-uh,he’s promised me no more babies. It’ll all be test-tube lab stuff.”

Ignoring the sting of his anti-baby protest, I nodded and shifted on the mattress, wincing at the ache developing in my hips and lower back. “Eric did seem pretty excited to have a new lab rat…and it would be nice to have answers about all of this, too.”

“Anyway,” Rex said, frowning at me as I rubbed at my sore spots. I was either going to have to move back to the couch or sit at the head of my bed, propped up against the wall and a mountain of pillows. “I’m gonna be stayin’ put and—are you alright?”

The concern in his voice as he swerved mid-sentence was sweet. I offered him a reassuring smile.

“It’s nothing, really. My back just gets a bit achy lugging this guy everywhere.” I smoothed my hand back over my bump for emphasis, adding fondly, “The little freeloader.”

“Should charge him rent,” Rex joked, but he was still eyeing me warily. “Can I help?”

“I just need to get my back supported and I’ll be fine.”

“Lie down on your side.” He crossed the room and gestured to the bed. “Maybe put a pillow under your…” he hesitated, his throat working, “under your belly.”

“I don’t need—”

“Just humor me?” He paused then softened his tone. “Please?”

With a sigh, I did as he asked, feeling ridiculous stretching out on my bed while he loomed over it. That didn’t compare to how I felt when he walked around to the foot of it and then started crawling up to stretch out behind me, though. “What are you doing?” I all but yelped.

“Shh,” he murmured soothingly, which didn’t help to calmmy racing heart at all as his large, warm body made the mattress dip at my back. “I’m just gonna work out some of the kinks for you.”

I knew he meant the pain in my back, but I couldn’t help thinking about other kinks we could explore together. How was he with bondage? I mean, the guy was a cowboy. Surely that meant he had a knack with ropes.

My dick took that thought as an invitation to spring all the way back to life, reminding me that my hormones demanded satisfaction that my hand and dildo alone couldn’t give. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, I became more than aware of my slick beginning to flow and pool. My cheeks flamed.

“This is okay, isn’t it?” Rex asked quietly, his big hand rubbing soothing circles over the small of my back, having located the source of my earlier discomfort with precision. “I just wanna help.”

As long as my slick doesn’t seep through my pajama pants, it’s fine, I thought in reply, but could only nod mutely as he carefully worked away the knot of tension he’d found. I groaned as the pain eased, both because the over-the-clothes massage really was relaxing and also because his touch was only encouraging my dick to make its bid for freedom.

“You okay?” he asked again, and was it my imagination, or had his tone gone a little husky there?

It had to have been my imagination. Stupid hormones.

“Mmhmm,” I agreed, keeping my eyes firmly shut. My back hadn’t felt so good in weeks. “Oh my God, that’s magic.”

His resulting chuckle was throaty and so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth of his breath skirting across my skin. Goosebumps erupted over my skin and I shuddered.

“Cold?” he asked.

I shook my head, praying that he wouldn’t lean over and spy the obscene tent in the front of my soft pajama pants.

He lowered his voice to a gentle murmur, his fingers still easing the discomfort in my lower back. “Talk to me, kitten. Let me help you.”

Desire was pulsing in my veins. With every careful, deliberate movement of his fingers, my body was coming to life. I’d only felt this desperate once before: the night we’d conceived our son. It was like flames were licking along my nerve endings.

My hormones had been making me feel horny since the early days of my second trimester, but never quite like this. It was as though Rex’s proximity and touch had flipped a switch inside me, triggering the same instant connection that I’d felt that night in the bar.

A needy whine rent the air. It took a moment to realize that the sound had come from me.

“What’s wrong?” Rex asked, his hand moving from the small of my back to run over my baby bump, his concern flaring. “Does it hurt? Are you—” he cut himself off abruptly when he brushed the dampened fabric concealing my insistent cock. His hand withdrew quickly and he rested it on my hip. “Oh.” A beat. His fingers flexed, gripping my flesh through the soft fabric I was wearing. “Oh.”

Mortification flooded me. I still couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. “It’s hormones,” I explained, even though I suspected it was more than just pregnancy hormones. There had to be something to Eric and Ollie’s theories about the whole fated mates thing, because my body’s insane need for Rex was unlike anything I had experienced before. “Y-you were touching me and they lit up like the fourth of July.”

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