Page 85 of Omega's Vengeance

“I’ll see to it that he does.” I give him a nervous look. “Don’t be mad at me, Alessio. It gives me an ulcer.”

He glances over and his gaze softens. “Sorry. I’m hormonal today. I know that you have to go help Valentino. I think I’m frustrated because I’m not able to do as much work as I want. I feel like the men probably think I’m slacking. I can’t help that I’m constantly sleepy and scatterbrained.”

“The men have no idea about how tired you are. I’ve been trying to pick up any slack that needs picking up. Things are going smoothly. As far as they know,you’rerunning things. You’re the boss. You don’t need to worry about any of that. I’ve got your back, Alessio.”

His eyes look red as if he’s feeling emotional. “You’re so good to me, Dario. I’m such an emotional mess. How do you put up with me?”

“I’m not putting up with you. I’m honored to be your alpha. Every day is better because I met you. My life has meaning now. Before you know it, the baby will be born, and you’ll be back to normal. We’ll have a beautiful baby, our work, and our relationship. We can have it all, Alessio, because we’re a team.”

He cups his rounded belly and he gives a tearful laugh. “You have the most amazing father, little one. He’s going to help me be a good dad too.”

“You don’t need me for that,” I mutter. “You’re going to be an wonderful dad.”

“I guess we’ll see.” He sighs. “Cuz this kid is real and he’s coming soon, whether we’re ready or not.”

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(Eight and a half Months into the pregnancy)

I get home late one night, and Alessio is already in bed. I’m frustrated that he didn’t wait up, but I understand he’s exhausted all the time. I’m hungry, but I forego food so that I can get into bed with Alessio. I shower and crawl naked under the covers where he’s snoring softly.

The moment I touch him, he rolls toward me. He’s still half asleep and I kiss him softly on his mouth. I rub my hand over his plump stomach. His stomach is big now, and he’s self-conscious about it. But I find it sexy. Arousing. I tug his boxers off of him, and he finally wakes up all the way.

“You want sex?” he asks groggily.

“I always want sex with you,” I whisper in his ear.

He sighs. “I’m so gross and fat. Why do you want me?”

“You’re fucking sexy, that’s why,” I rasp. “Stop putting yourself down.” I run my hands down his hips and thighs, stroking his hardening cock. He moans at my touch, and the scent of slick wafts. I inhale his scent, lust buzzing through me. “Turn over, love,” I say.

He does as I ask, and I spoon him. Sex is easier this way because of his stomach. I gently insert one finger into his slick hole, and he moans. I work that finger in and out of him, and he begins to move his hips. My dick aches, and once I think he’s good and ready for me, I press the head of my cock to his hole. We both groan as I push inside, and begin gently thrusting.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, reaching back to grip my ass. “Dario, fuck me harder.”

“My pleasure.” I thrust harder and he moans louder. I cup his big baby belly, pounding into him from behind. I feel the baby kicking against my hands, and I kiss the back of Alessio’s neck. “Love you. Love this.”

“Me too.” His voice wobbles from the force of my thrusts.

I rub his big belly, pumping in and out of him. My balls ache with the need to empty inside him. My dick couldn’t be any harder. There’s nothing I love more than fucking my omega. I don’t even remember what it was like having sex before Alessio. His scent and taste is all I need or want.

“I’m gonna come,” he whimpers, trembling. “Oh, fuck, I’m c… coming, Dario.” He cries out and shudders, and his hole quakes on my dick.

I fuck him through his climax, prolonging his pleasure. But it’s not easy holding back. Once I’m sure he’s satiated, I let go and pump my load inside his tight hole. Pleasure spirals through me and he moans as I fill him. I thrust until I’m soft, whispering how much I love him and need him.

I pinch the base of my dick to stop the knot from forming. I don’t want to tire Alessio out any more than I already have. I get up and grab a warm washcloth. Then I gently clean Alessio up and the sheets where he spilled his release. He moves to my side of the bed, and we hold each other.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms, but around 4:00 a.m. Alessio wakes me up.

“Dario, the baby is coming,” he whispers. He crawls off the bed, and he goes into the bathroom.

Panic shoots through me as it sinks in what he said. I get off the bed in an instant and look around, frazzled. “I need to get dressed,” I mutter and I hurry to the closet.

Alessio comes out of the bathroom, cheeks pink and eyes glittering with worry. “My water broke,” he says. “I’m having contractions.”

“Right.” I grab his pregnancy bag from the dresser. We’ve had it packed for months just in case. “Let’s go.”

Alessio smiles weakly. “I need to get dressed and your still in just your boxers.”

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