“What about it?”
“This time, I don’t want you to hold back,” he requested.
My breath caught in my throat, my cock twitching more insistently. Vanilla was clogging all my senses, drowning me in lovely sweet warmth.
“You want me to mark you?”
“Please,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you to for so long.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid you weren’t sure yet.”
“Baby boy, I’ve been sure for longer than you would believe.”
His smile was so sweetly happy, I couldn’t help but reflect it back at him. My chest was pounding, my muscles tense with adrenaline.
I would be biting him to leave a mark that would signify him as my mate for the rest of our lives. It would alter aspects of both of our genetics. True mates would experience an emotional entwining, and become more in tune with each others’ feelings. Added to that, marked omegas couldn’t be scented by any other alphas, and I wouldn’t be able to process other omegas’ scentseither. Not that I minded that. No omega but Cameron had even crossed my mind since I’d met him.
When his lips crashed against mine again, his hands fisting into my hair to anchor himself to me, I had to lightly push against his body.
“Ah, wait,” I requested. “Are we allowed to do this?”
“Allowed to… Have sex?”
“Right.”
He blinked, staring at me blankly for a moment. “Is there a reason we can’t?”
“I just mean because…” My eyes flickered down to his stomach. He followed my line of sight, looking down at himself before raising his eyes back to mine.
“You mean because I’m pregnant?”
“Right.”
He giggled a little, shaking his head. “You don’t know too much about any of this stuff, huh?”
“I don’t,” I admitted. “But I’ll learn. I want to make sure we do everything right.”
“You’re going to be such a good dad,” he sighed happily. “The baby is like the size of a pea right now.”
“Exactly,” I argued. “I don’t want to crush it or anything.”
He laughed, hooking his arms back around my neck to kiss me. “Unless you’re planning on reenacting a professional wrestling match, I think we’ll be fine. And anyway… I really need you.”
I needed him, too. Our lips met again and again, tongues swirling together, only pulling apart when we needed to breathe. We used the time needed for breathing to push and pull at each other’s clothes until we were skin to skin. He whimpered against my mouth, clutching at the back of my neck as his hips moved against mine, sliding our hard cocks together.
“You make me so, so happy,” he told me, his voice breathy and dreamy, like his love for me was oozing out of every pore. He wriggled out of my grip, sliding down my body to kneel on the floor before me, and proceeded to show me just how happy I made him.
His soft lips kissed my cock, up and down my shaft, until his sinful little tongue rolled out to caress it all over. Worshiping every inch of it, his gaze rose up to lock on mine as he licked my slit over and over until I was shuddering, digging my fingers into the firm leather of the couch.
Obviously pleased by my reaction, he smiled sweetly before wrapping his fingers around my base, sucking my head into his warm mouth. My hips rolled into him, desperate for more contact. There was nothing better than sinking into his slicked hole, but driving my cock in and out of his lovely pink lips was a close second. He moaned around me, the vibrations rocking my swollen flesh, dragging a groan out of me as my head fell onto the back of the couch.
“Cameron.” His name spilled out as I carded my fingers through the silky locks of his dark hair. “If you want my come inside you, baby boy, you’ll need to stop.”
He fluttered his eyelashes at me, pulling his mouth away only long enough to say, “I’ll have your come inside me either way then, won’t I?”
I hissed, my toes curling as he braced his hands on my thighs, engulfing my cock back into the wet heat of his mouth. He took it as deeply as he could, his hand stroking the part he couldn’t reach. The sounds of his lovely whimpers and moans coupled with obscenely enthusiastic slurping pulled me closer and closer until I could feel it building up.