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He sighed with utter bliss, pushed back, and took that leap for me, grinding his hips back with insistent urgency. As worked up as he was, he likely needed a knot far worse than I needed to give one. His body craved that for completion. I circled my hips to give him some of the missing sensation and leaned down to bite his shoulder. “Like this?”

His chest shuddered, and I reached around to stroke his softened cock. Barely a few heartbeats passed between softness and peak, and he was there again, firm against my fingers. His inner walls squeezed over my cock, and I relished the sensation before snapping my hips back and forth to test his resolve.

He grunted and moaned, body shaking. Again, I thrusted, and again he welcomed me, spurring me on to a fervent rut. “Omega mine. I want nothing more than to wake with you of a morning and run on moonlit nights. I want your mind and your body, in good times and dire. And if I have my way, I want you carrying my pups, no other.”

My words seemed to have an effect on him, and he keened, accepting me deeper as his back dipped and hips flexed. His cock bucked in my hand. “I want you, Shilo. I want you as my alpha, my all. I’ll be at your side through it all and if it is the will of the goddesses, I’ll bear your pups. Give it to me, alpha. Fill me, please.”

His whispered pleading made my cock ache, knot tingle, and body sweat. The orgasm started at the base of my spine, rising along every vertebra with an explosion of pure pleasure. I locked my hips, brought my hands to his side, and held him down as my knot filled, locking him to my hips with overwhelming purpose.

A knot for an omega in heat was different. It was harder, bigger. I locked in as my balls emptied themselves with pulse after pulse to the depths of his heated core. We cried aloud in tandem as sharp streaks of cum littered the bedspread until wefell to our sides, locked together. No knot would last me longer; no knot had before.

He swore under his breath, leaning his head back to draw me over his shoulder, my lips brushing the back of his neck so close to my mark. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

He hummed and luxuriated in the sensations, rolling his hips to keep me on the edge of pleasure, shooting into him with spend I didn’t know I had left to give. I wanted nothing more than to lay locked with him like that forever. “You feel good, too.”

He hummed and squirmed, keeping my knot achingly sensitized to his motions. Instinct would have him keep me that way until it was certain my seed was sufficiently in there. “Nico?”

“Hmm?” He turned his head over his shoulder to catch my gaze awkwardly. “What’s up?”

The hazy glaze of lust in his eyes made my heart stutter. It was a shame I couldn’t kiss him. “I love you.”

He reached over to cup the back of my head and hold me there. We couldn’t kiss, not in that position, but he raked his fingers over my scalp as he worked his hips in purposeful tugs. “I love you—too.”

He punctuated his words with a grunt, my knot popping free of him as he turned to face me in bed. “Kiss me.”

And I did.

And I’d kiss nobody like that ever again.

Chapter Fourteen

Nico

Far worse things had happened in my life than being terrorized into a heat. And in the days that turned into weeks after, we avoided the subject, though with each passing day, I felt more certain that we’d done it.

I had the day off, a Friday morning that Shilo took off with me to finish the paperwork with the shelter. They needed proof of my spaying and vaccines—none of which I’d actually get. The pack doctor, a veterinarian by trade, handled the paperwork on it—and the chips.

We rolled out of bed and dressed, shuffling to the kitchen for our usual coffee. The smell of it was off-putting to me, but I sipped a few mouthfuls politely. But it didn’t escape his notice. Still, we said nothing about it. It seemed like it might jinx the suspicions.

We loaded up into his daily driver, a pickup truck a dozen years old with barely any miles on it, though it did have a lot of wear. He said that pack members used it to move and haul when they needed. What was the alpha’s was everyone’s, he said.

The vet had my paperwork ready, declaringDonnersufficiently spayed, registered, chipped, and vaccinated, but that could have been handled easier if he’d dropped it off. What we were really there for was my ultrasound.

Tests for omegas hadn’t been exactly a high priority in the shifter’s scientific community and human pregnancy tests could be unreliable. What wasn’t though?

Dr. Finnegan walked me into a back room and sat me on a cold metal table and tossed a pillow for me as I leaned back and pulled my shirt up and pants down to a few inches below my navel.

“Shilo, you’re an animal, I swear.” The doctor shook his head, his jet-black hair, a finger’s length overdue for a haircut as it swayed. “He treating you nicely, Nico?”

Cold gel hit my belly, and I twitched as the even colder probe pressed in. “Treating me very well, thank you.”

“Mm-hmm.” He stared at the screen, moving the wand from below my navel and down, grinding down into what I thought was my womb.

“Nothing…” Shilo’s words came out in a whimper as he stared at a large vacuous space.

“I should hope not.” Dr. Finnegan snorted and angled the wand. “If I found a pup in his bladder, I’d be very concerned and impressed.”

“Oh.” Shilo’s voice held a note of embarrassment that I ignored as I watched the doctor search out what he needed.

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