Page 101 of Unexpected Delivery

Teething has been almost as rough as the weeks she had colicky symptoms, but overall, she’s a happy baby.

Arbor crawls around the nest, setting up everything how she wants it. It’s clear she’s in pre-heat with how sensitive she’s been to fabrics, smells, and sounds.

Nana is more than capable of watching Gracie for an hour or two, here or there. But keeping her for days on end with no assistance would be too much. Luckily, Mom was waiting for any excuse to fly up, and she’s once again staying at Nana’s. It’s hard being away from Gracie, but she’s being spoiled twice over by her grandmas, and there’s no fighting biology.

Arbor grunts, pulling a T-shirt from the huge pile she’s got lying on the floor near the mattress. Bringing it to her nose, she inhales deeply and whimpers. Her heavy tits hang as she crawls over, tucking it inside one of the pillowcases. She’s been obsessed with stealing all our sweaty clothes, and it makes the nest smell a little funky.

It makes her happy, so I ignore the ripe armpit stank and climb the steps into the den. The nest has two parts, but we haven’t replaced the recessed mattress yet. That area is too open for her to feel safe and secure right now, anyway. Although, it would be a nice spot for Morris to hang the contraption he bought last time we went to The Divine Omega.

Arbor jolts when she spots me and jabs a finger at my chest. She’s told the three of us to get lost a few times now, but her scent seems to have permeated the entire house. Her hand flips over, and she quirks her finger, calling me forward.

Fuck yes.

My hand slides down my abs, palming my cock over the sweats. “Did you finally get the nest smelling the way you want it?”

“Kinda, it’ll be better once you’re in here with me.” She rolls over, landing on her back. Her thighs spread wide, and her tits jiggle—I fucking love those things. The entire package, actually.

Arbor slides a hand down to work her clit, and my canines dig into my lower lip, almost drawing blood. She’s fucking stunning.

I’m in motion before I can stop myself, which was clearly her goal. My palm lands beside her head, and I shove my sweats down with the other. Kicking out of the material, I bring my hand to her cheek as my cock bounces against her soft lower stomach.

I can’t fucking wait to see her big and pregnant all over again… Damn. That won’t be happening this heat.

She needs more time to heal, but when she’s ready, I will be with her every step of the way. All three of us will be.

Arbor tries to wrap her hand around my cock, but I keep myself up, using my knees, and shove her hand away. Though I’d love to keep kissing her…

“Not yet, beautiful. I’ve got a date to bury my face in your pretty pussy.” I chuckle at the huff she releases.

Licking and sucking my way down her chest, I flick my tongue over each nipple. Arbor moans, thrashing around the mattress. I’m just working over her hip bone when the bed bounces.

Every instinct in my system aches to growl for whoever it is toget the fuck out, but Arbor’s excitement pulses in the bond. Hayes ends up kneeling by her chest, which is fine. Heats are intense, and we’ll all need to pace ourselves.

I drag my teeth over her inner thigh, praying I can stay clear enough to satisfy her without going into rut. There’s a point where the pheromone fog will get too thick to avoid it, but I want to tease and tantalize her. For her to feel worshipped and to make this experience one she’ll never be able to forget.

It’s her first heat.

It should be special.

Hell, I don’t know when I got so sentimental, but Arbor changed me on some deep level, and I don’t regret it even a little bit.

Her scent floods my nose as I spread her glistening pussy apart. A low, dangerous growl rattles out of my chest. There will never be anything in the world that smells as good to me as Arbor does. And she tastes even better. Lowering myself to my stomach, I grind against the mattress as I flick my tongue over her swollen nub.

Her begging moans fill the air almost instantly, and that shit makes me feel like a king.

Hayes bends over, kissing her, and her sobs become muffled. I was enjoying the way they echoed around the room, but you learn to compromise when you become part of a pack.

I brush her opening with two fingers, just barely dipping them inside, and Arbor’s legs shake. I grin against her pussy because I know from experience what comes next. When she lifts her feet, digging her toes into my sides, I almost chuckle. That means she wants more. Even without a bond, I’d be able to tell.

Her pleasure radiates in the link, and I shove my fingers deeper without letting up on her clit. My cock is convinced it’s going to explode if I don’t get some relief, and her whimpers and moans don’t help my head stay clear.

Her body trembles, her inner walls convulsing. Omegas are always extra juicy, but the rush of slick that coats my entire face is more than normal, and I fucking eat it up. When she arches off the mattress, I can’t tell if she’s asking for more or telling me it’s too much.

Either way, I don’t let up. I’ve just developed a newfound obsession with making her squirt, and my cock jumps, dripping precum at the thought.

Hayes growls, “Come on, fucker, my dick is about to explode. Quit screwing around.”

I barely manage to yank my hand from her pussy before my twin is pulling her up. He tugs her farther up the mattress and helps her flip over onto all fours.

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