Page 10 of Alpha Talk

“Micah!” he said, his eyes growing wide. “Is that what “Never Let Me Go?” is really about?”

“Don’t worry. The guys don’t even know,” I chuckled, as my dick now slippery from his slick arousal escaped his hand.

“You wrote---” his blushed deepened and I kissed him again.

“Don’t be embarrassed. No one knows. Besides, you really like that song. It’s one of the first I wrote after losing my hand,”I reminded him.“Being with you was one of the few times I didn’t feel useless,”I switched to our mating link to keep the conversation going while we made out.

“You were never useless,”Cody said over our link.“Never. Not for one second. You were my tether to this life when I wanted to be anything but alive.”

I deepened the kiss and kneaded my fingers into his flesh.

“Alive we know we get to stay together,”I whispered to him.

Somewhere along the way, that had become our mantra. When trauma reared its ugly head, it’s what we focused on. Being together was the one thing no one could take away from us. In a million ways we were both so fucking replaceable but not to each other. No one could ever replace your true-mate. We clung to that and to each other and we stayed alive.

I wrapped my hand around Cody’s dick and stroked him while we kissed. I lost myself to the curve of his muscle as I slid my hand up and down him over and over again. I circled the mushroom head of his dick with my thumb and wiped away a drop of pre-cum. Cody moaned against my lips, and I swallowed down the sound of his pleasure as he reached down again taking my dick in his hand. This time instead of teasing us both, he led me home.

Whatever tension hid inside my body left as Cody slid his warm, slick omegahole onto me, consuming my dick. I leaned back against the pillows, keeping one hand on his ass and the other wrapped around his cock as we found the familiar rhythms between our bodies. I stroked him in time with how our hips ground together. He leaned in close, pressing his forehead against mine until he was the entirety of my field of vision. Our gazes locked as the fusion of our bodies stoked the fires burning inside of us. There was no such thing as too much Cody for me.

Our pleasure mingled over our mating link as if we were a single entity drawing breath and pleasure together. His dick slipped from my hand, and I gripped his hip, helping him keep pace as our thrusting and grinding quickened. My heart pounded in my ears or was that his? It didn’t matter. Our hearts were synced together again, beating in time as we sought out our pleasure. His slick omegahole tightened around me, threatening to milk out every drop of my self-control. He leaned back on the heels of his hands, panting and grinding down on me. Cody was a fucking sight to behold – all lean muscle sheened in sweat, riding over my dick with his head thrown back in pleasure. He licked his lips as I kneaded my fingers into his ass, moving him faster over me.

He brought up one hand and wrapped it around his dick. I groaned as those tiny points of pleasure translated over our mating link. He stroked himself, slow at first, as if to give mea show and then faster and harder in time with my thrusts up into his tight body. His dick trembled in his hand and my name poured off his kissable lips in a howl as he came, making a mess of us both with his warm, sticky streams. He kept riding me even as his body contorted from pleasure. I drove up hard into the familiar warmth of him, seeking out my pleasure even. It didn’t take much. The whole bedroom smelled like us and sex. Everything about Cody was everything I needed. As much as he claimed I kept him tethered to the living parts of Earthside – he was the one who kept me around. He was always my reason for something as simple as the act of breathing.

His body tightened around me and I howled, not bothering to hold back. Loud romping would be off the table soon too. My wolf howled inside his inner sanctum as my pleasure rocked through him too. I came hard in warm, sticky spurts into my mate’s body.

When there wasn’t a drop of pleasure left in either of us, Cody slid his legs out from under him and fell onto his back. Moving with him, I licked him clean, reveling in the taste of his salty pleasure dancing on my tongue before I gave him a post-coital kiss. He pulled me on top of him and kissed me hard while holding me close. This wouldn’t be allowed much longer either. We’d have to change up positions to accommodate his belly.

“Are you excited or dreading it all?” Cody laughed when our kiss finally broke.

“Excited,” I said, pressing my forehead against his. “My wolf worries. It’s what we do. It’s like he’s afraid we’re going to forget something and mess everything up.”

“Believe me, once my belly starts to show there will be no forgetting that I’m pregnant,” he laughed.

Tempted by his laughter wrapping around me, I kissed the tasty hollow of his throat. Then lower onto his collar bone beforelicking down to one of his nipples. He let out a wolfish whimper and I bit him.

“If you get me hard again, I’m topping you, mister,” he said playfully.

I shrugged and bit his other nipple. He couldn’t threaten this guy with a good time like that.

Chapter Seven

Cody

Whereas it felt like my first pregnancy came in like a sudden hurricane this baby took their time and moseyed into my life. Pregnancy sickness only came and went a few times and was easily kept at bay by morning sickness gummies. My ravenous appetite for food and Micah stuck around but that left me little to complain about. As much as I was loathe to admit it my wolf and Micah were right. I didn’t feel that much like working. Being away from Micah left me feeling both exposed and melancholy. I still kept my normal twice a week lunches with Silas but by the end of the first month of knowing I was pregnant even that was hard.

Micah didn’t work much either. He made time to talk to Coil, mostly via video chat, but it seemed whatever problem that particular alpha was facing had resolved itself. Micah looked sexily full of himself whenever he got off the phone with him. Part of me wanted to know the down and dirty things it smelled like they were talking about but I respected Coil’s privacy.

It wasn’t until Micah and I led our first coregulation meditation group as a pregnant couple that I realized how pregnant my body felt. The group was led much like how we coregulated on our own. We had our couples in comfy chairs with one straddled over the other’s lap and when I leaned in to model the position and wrap my arms around my alpha my belly made its first real appearance. Micah grinned and I had to shush him over our mating link to stay on track with leading the class. Coregulation was an important skill for couples to learn. Sometimes I wondered why folks didn’t teach it in schools and decided that was a conversation to have with Silas later.

I loved leading the coregulation class because throughout the course of the evening the whole room went from smelling tense and on edge to relaxed, happy, and sometimes a little horny. You could always tell which couples ‘synced’ up the ‘best’ by who left early and who raced out as soon as the meditation was over. Most folks stuck around for the after class snacks and that day I wanted them to leave. I didn’t bother to get up from Micah’s lap and he didn’t give me the boot. It’d been awhile since I wasn’t in the mood for a snack but I was more in the mood for the hard dick resting just under my ass.

After we were alone, I had Micah lock the door using his sexy Gilmore witch magic and we made love right there in the classroom. I made a mental note to spray pheromone neutralizer before the next class meeting but Dark Soul was my company and my pregnant ass would romp in whatever closed off room I wanted to. If pregnancy wasn’t the best excuse to have worry-free sex, I wasn’t sure what was.

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The more pregnant I got, the more pregnant I grew, the less often we left the house. Slowly but surely our bedroom morphed into a den. We hung heavy blankets in layers over the big windows blocking out the sun and hiding us from predators. In a way, it reminded me of my childhood except these blankets had nothing to do with inside climate control. One by one I somehow managed to carry every pillow in the house into our bedroom. I tried to keep them all on the bed, but some always escaped during the night or during sex or when Micah carried in trays of food for us to eat.

Micah carried the bassinet into the room to mark out where its permanent spot would be. He left me alone long enough to buy a mini fridge to hook up in the bedroom too. For now, it stored drinks but it could store chest milk and other baby stuffin the future. He stuck all our weekly sonograms to the front of it with little rainbow-colored paw magnets.

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