Page 20 of Omega on the Rocks
"One more time, preacher," he growled, his voice a low, dark command. "Cum for me one more time. Let me feel you milk my cock one last time. Let me feel you take every last drop of my seed."
And I did. With a cry that was raw and hoarse, a primal scream of pleasure and release, I came undone once more, my body convulsing around him, my cock pulsing in his hand. Kieran groaned, his own release following close behind, filling me one last time, his knot swelling, locking us together, sealing his essence inside me, ensuring that I was thoroughly and completely claimed, marked, and bred.
As my orgasm began to fade, Kieran's grip on my cock tightened, his strokes becoming rougher, more demanding. I winced, my cock sore and sensitive, the pleasure bordering on pain. But Kieran showed no mercy, his hand moving with a relentless rhythm, forcing me to the brink once more.
"Come on, preacher," he growled, his voice a low, dark command. "One more time. Give me one more. I know you have it in you. I know you can take it."
I sobbed, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, of trying to deny him, to deny myself, the pleasure that he offered. But it was no use. With a cry that was raw and hoarse, a primal scream of pleasure and release, I came undone once more, my body convulsing around him, my cock pulsing in his hand.
As the final tremors of my orgasm subsided, a profound exhaustion washed over me, seeping into every fiber of my being. Kieran's grip on my cock eased, his hand gently stroking me as he murmured soft, almost reverent words of praise and possession.
"You're so good for me, preacher," he whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "So perfect. So mine."
I collapsed against him, my body boneless and spent, utterly sated and utterly his. Kieran's arms wrapped around me, holding me close, his body still locked with mine, his knot a warm, comforting presence.
"Sleep now, my preacher," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "I've got you. I'll always have you."
As I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, cradled in his arms, I knew that I was safe, that I was home.
Chapter Ten
It started with the nausea.
Subtle, at first. A gnawing discomfort in the pit of my stomach every morning that didn’t ease until well past noon. At first, I brushed it off—blamed the shift in sleeping schedules, the intensity of the bond, the way Keiran kept feeding me like I might disappear if he didn’t keep me full and warm and wrecked.
But it wasn’t just that.
The dizziness followed. A sort of off-balance feeling, like the world had tilted slightly left, and no matter how still I stood, I couldn’t quite center myself. My body felt heavier in strange places, more sensitive, like it was tuned to a frequency I didn’t understand.
And the smells—gods help me. The cabin had always smelled like cedar and wolf musk and the faint embers of the fireplace. But now? Everything was sharper. The spices in the kitchen made my head spin. The woods outside smelled like rot and bloom all at once. Keiran’s scent—which usually grounded me—sometimes made my stomach flutter, sometimes churn.
It had been two weeks since he claimed me. Two weeks since my heat broke under the weight of him, since I surrendered to a bond that had nearly destroyed me before it saved me.
And now—
Now, I was sitting on the bathroom floor, my cheek against the cool porcelain of the tub, trying to breathe through the wave of nausea rolling over me like a storm surge.
“Preacher?”
Keiran’s voice was soft, laced with concern, already moving closer.
“I’m okay,” I lied, even as my stomach lurched again.
A moment later, he was kneeling beside me, fingers sliding into my hair, tilting my face gently toward him.
“You’re not okay,” he murmured, frowning. “You’ve been off for days. You didn’t eat last night. You’ve barely been sleeping.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry and bitter. “I… think I know what this is.”
His hand stilled in my hair. “Yeah?”
I nodded slowly, meeting his gaze. “I think I’m pregnant.”
The words landed between us like a thunderclap. No denial. No question.
Just truth.
Keiran’s eyes widened, his pupils dilating instantly, his wolf rising in full force. I could feel it in the way his body tensed, the way his breath hitched, the way his hand slid from my hair to rest flat against my belly.
