Page 36 of A Baby for the Beast
"Omega," Remus tries to sound stern, but he's too caught off guard and his laugh comes through. His cock surges to life now that he isn't all up in his head.
"What?" I ask, playing coy as well as I can since I'm very obviously kneading his dick.
If I wasn't pregnant, I'd be bent over the center console sucking him down right now. He still hasn't let me suck on him, but he's been a little too distracted with fucking me. Even the couple of times I've offered, Remus just bent me over and took me from behind. Honestly, I expect nothing less from him. I'll probably have to wait for Lucas to get a go before I get to be on my knees for my alpha.
"What?" Remus scoffs as he makes fun of my question.
"Maybe I'm just appreciative of how strong and protective my mate is," I tell him, sliding my hand up and down his length. I want to unbuckle his belt, pop the button on his pants, and unzip them so I can get him out and have him all to myself.
"Oh, this is you showing thanks?" he asks, groaning as my fingers tighten over his head.
"Get me out, omega," he barks the command, something he's been hesitant to use when we've been playing with one another because he doesn't want to make me do anything I don't want to do.
An alpha's bark might make me more susceptible to doing what they want, but I told him so many times that I trust him to make me do things I like. Plus, if it's something I really don't want to do, I can ignore the command. It's a little harder since the bark has the omega part of me preening when I do as he says. It's like a rush of euphoria, and it hits me now as I scramble to get him out of his pants.
His cock bobs free, and I swipe some of his precum just so I can suck my fingers into my mouth and taste him. His taste, just like the taste of most food, is muted without my sense of smell, but I can taste a little bit of mint. I can't wait until my nose is back in working order because I think I'm really going to like how he smells and tastes.
"Hands on me, omega," Remus growls when I've spent too long sucking on my fingers instead of giving him a handjob. "Show me how much you appreciate your alpha taking care of you."
Such a cocky beast now that he's fucked me a couple of dozen times. I'd tease him about it if I weren't so set on making sure that I do, in fact, let him know I appreciate him with just my hand. I'd prefer him in my throat, but beggars can't be choosers.
I don't know how much longer we'll be in the car, so I set to work, touching him and watching his reactions, figuring outwhich ways make his breathing come in faster, what makes him groan, and what has him twitching in my hold. It doesn't take long for me to find the best way to play him, and even less time before he's growling out a warning that he's going to come.
I bite down on my smile, watching hungrily as he twitches, releasing into my hand where I catch it as best as I can. If I could reach him with both hands, I'd squeeze his knot to really make him lose it, but I'm limited with our position, so he'll have to do with just this. When he's finished, I wipe the last little bit on my hand and lift it to my lips.
"Do you care?" I ask, puffing out my lower lip a little bit so it looks like I'm really eager and needy to suck down his come. Remus looks over at me, his nostrils flaring.
"Don't waste it, omega," he growls.
My toes curl in my shoes as I lap up the come in my hand, wishing I could taste him fully because I know it's going to be one of my favorite things. Remus's purr rumbles in the car around us as he takes turns looking at the road and watching me lick at my hand and fingers. I get most of it, and then he pulls another tissue out of his pocket and hands it over to me.
"So sweet," I tell him, taking the tissue and cleaning up my hand.
I tuck him back into his pants and zip him up just as he pulls into a quaint-looking neighborhood. I'm buckling his pants when he pulls in front of a house, parking the car, and then turning it off. I look at the house, not recognizing it, but maybe he owns a house he hasn't told me about yet? From what he's told me, he and his brother are loaded after selling their father's businesses after he passed away.
Remus hops out of the car, but by the time he's around to my side to help me out, Lucas is in control, looking a little nervous.
"Where are we?" I ask, looking behind him as the front door opens.
"My brother mated into a really good family," Lucas says right as an omega steps onto the porch, her eyes going wide when she sees us.
"Oh my god, she's here!" the omega yells into the house.
Like an actual nightmare, an entire house full of people is out on the porch in like three seconds flat, all staring at Lucas and me as he moves to the side, placing his hand on my lower back, and ushering me up toward the small crowd. Okay, it's like seven other people, but still, that's way more than I was expecting when I thought Lucas and I were about to go home.
Jace is the only one I recognize, though it isn't hard to figure out which one is Lucas's brother. He told me he and Henry were twins, but I wasn't expecting them to look so similar. Sure, Henry is a little heavier, and he has long hair instead of the short, cropped hair that Lucas has. He also wears glasses, whereas Lucas only wears them at night after he's taken his contacts out. I do think Lucas looks cute in them, though.
"We're so happy you're here," the first omega says, wrapping her arms around me like we've known each other our whole lives. "I'm Janie, this is my mate Sam, and this is our house." She pats the blond man beside her, and I assume that's Sam. She pulls me out of Lucas's hold, much to his irritation, showing me inside. "We didn't know you guys were coming for dinner."
"We weren't planning on it," Lucas answers. It's blunt, but I guess it's not wrong. "I need you guys to watch my omega for a little while."
All the movement and chatter stop, as everyone turns to look at Lucas. He's still standing by the door, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression serious.
"Can I talk with you?" he says to Henry, who furrows his brows but follows Lucas back to the front yard.
I want to follow after them and ask them what they're doing, but I told Lucas I would trust him. Something tells me this is oneof those things I'd rather not know about. I'll ask at some point, but right now, he needs to feel in control of the whole situation, so I'll meet some strangers. If I'm lucky, none of them will ask to touch my belly because I don't want them touching my daughter. Lucas's family or not, I don't like my body being touched like that.
"Okay, well, the rest of us can still have dinner," Janie says, tugging me further into the house.
