Page 87 of Unexpected Delivery

Arbor wiggles her hips, and every movement sends pleasure radiating through my body. She rambles, but I don’t catch much of what she says. “…bite me!”

If I was a decent alpha, I’d be asking her if she’s okay, but my fucked-up head is in full-blown caveman mode. My dick thickens inside her as my balls ache, and it’s a struggle not to let my biology take over.

Based on how thick her pheromones are, I don’t think she’s in pain. She trembles, and her core milks my shaft, which also helps convince me that she just needs to come.

Every sensation seems to lessen my ability to form rational thoughts.

The only things I can focus on are the way she drips around my bare cock. How her tits feel bouncing against my skin. Even the warmth of her breath on every exhale.

Her cherry blossom scent floods my nose every time I take a breath, and it doesn’t help anything.

As Arbor starts to grind, everything outside of her disappears. It’s the weirdest tunnel vision I’ve ever experienced. The water still pings against our skin, and the air is still thick with steam, but all I can process is her.

“You feel so good. So hard. Perfect. Alpha, please!”

Goddammit, I wish I knew what she was asking for.

Tightening one hand on her ass, I use the other to pull her hair back from her face. She stretches up to meet me, but instead of kissing me, she bites into my lower lip.

An omega biting an alpha is like a gauntlet being thrown.

“Oh, sweetheart. I hope you know what you’re doing.” My fingers dig into her hair, tugging her back enough that she has no choice but to look me in the eye. “You’re mine already. I’m knot deep in your pretty pink pussy, about to fuck you full of my seed. Are you sure you want my bite too? We can’t take it back?—”

“Yes,” she sobs, gyrating her hips. “I want you.” Her tits leak milk, and it only makes my cock harder. It must be that whole biology thing because it makes me ache to fuck her full of another baby.

Her whimpering moans send me over the edge, and I buck up into her, letting go.

“Milk my cock just like that. Get ready, sweetheart. I’m gonna fucking blow, and you’re going to soak up every single drop of my cum.” My balls throb and pleasure rips through my system.

I snarl, pulling her close and biting into her lower lip. I’m so fucked up, I don’t know if my eyes are closed or if I lose my vision as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced rips through my body.

I’m a little scared I’m leaving bruises on Arbor’s hip from how deeply my fingers dig in. She continues working over my throbbing shaft, even though I’m frozen in place, lapping at her blood like a vampire.

Her pleasure hits the bond, and my eyes pop open as I realize she accepted the link. Retracting my teeth, I lick over the bite to clean and seal it.

The little omega grins, pulling back with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry.” My chest aches, and I spot the claw marks as I’m trying to figure out why she would apologize.

“Nah, don’t be. I’m a little afraid I left bruises on your hip.” I grimace, shaking my head. “I am sorry about that. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“No,” she hisses, jabbing a short finger at my face. “You don’t get to feel guilty. They’re the sexy kind of marks.” She slams her lips to mine, and my heart races.

I officially get to spend the rest of my life making sure she understands how loved she is.

Gracie wakes up as Arbor and I are getting dressed. I’m mostly done, but Arbor has more garments to put on than I do.

My newly bonded mate frowns. “We’re lucky she didn’t wake up while we were still locked together.”

I snort, bending to kiss her forehead. “That we are. I’ll be more mindful next time you’re begging for my knot.”

“Hey,” she says, pulling on her panties. “Don’t be hasty.” She laughs. “Would you mind grabbing her? You had less to put on than I did.”

Slapping her panty-clad backside, I take off with a wide smile on my face. “I was already planning on it.”

Time is moving a little faster than I would like.

Gracie gets bigger with every passing day, and it’s exciting when she learns a new skill, but damn, it makes my heart ache.

Maybe Hael is right. Being an only child leaves them with no siblings to play with. Picking up the baby, I move her to the dresser we keep the portable changing pad on. She gnaws on her hand, occasionally fussing. It’s cute as hell. It’s like she can’t decide if she wants to cry or be content.

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