Page 42 of A Baby for the Beast
"We don't have time for that, omega," Lucas laughs, grabbing a pair of pants from a hanger and a white button down before turning away from me, teasing me with a look at his tight and toned ass. I whimper like the needy omega I am and then chase after him.
"Lucas," I whine. "You can't tease me like that.
"You're a needy thing," he chuckles, turning to face me, letting me soak in his beauty again as he tosses his clothes on the bed. "Do you need a quick fuck?"
"At least," I pout, inching closer to him and letting my fingers play across his abs.
I want to sink to my knees and take him in my mouth, but he still hasn't let me do that. And yes, I say let, because I have to have help getting on my knees this pregnant. He's only shaken his head and told me he'll let me go down on him when I'm not pregnant. As if pregnancy means I can't handle a big fat dick in my mouth. Whatever.
"No knot," Lucas tells me, the words more for Remus, who smirks at me as he takes over. I bend over the nest, sticking my butt up as much as I can to entice Remus, not that he needs much. "Okay, maybe you can get a knot."
I smile to myself, looking over my shoulder as Remus steps up behind me. He notches himself against me, one hand grabbing my hip, the other snaking between my legs, rubbing against me as he begins to thrust into me.
He might be willing to knot me, but he's making good on keeping it quick. His thrusts are hard, fast, deep, and he has me mumbling my praise for him into the mattress as he plays my body perfectly. He's been such a good learner that I haven't had to redirect him in a good while.
"Yes, Remus, just like that," I cry into the blankets, my body shivering as my orgasm mounts and then crashes into me.
He groans as he slides his knot fully inside me, locking us together against Lucas's command. Too late to do anything about it now, and my body milks him as best I can, needing the warmth of his seed. He breathes heavily against my neck when he finishes, and then he hoists me up enough so we can spoon in bed until he slips from me.
"We're going to be late," I say, yawning because sex and growing a whole new life can be exhausting.
"Then we're late," Remus replies, his purr, just as terrible as always, rumbles around us, causing me to relax into him andmaking me feel safe. "Rest your eyes. I'll wake you when it's time to leave."
And who am I to disobey my alpha? He keeps me safe and does everything in his power to protect me. There's very little Lucas and Remus could ask me to do that I wouldn't. So if he wants me to nap, yeah, I'm going to enjoy the warmth of his embrace and the pounding of his heart against my back as I drift off.
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"No, I'm telling you it was the hottest thing ever," I tell the group at the small table. Lilah is nodding along with what I'm saying while Sarah gives me a look that makes it clear she's slightly worried about me.
"Babe, would you murder someone for me?" Lilah asks, taking another sip from her beer while she waits for Scott to answer.
He blinks slowly, shaking his head, before Fenrir, his beast, comes to life. He leans in and growls something too low for any of the rest of us to hear. Lilah laughs, her scent perfuming around us as she leans back into her mate's arms.
"Ew," Sarah scowls at the two.
She looks around the room as though a can of odor neutralizer is going to appear. Before she can find one, Henry tugs her away from the table and ushers her to an empty space where he makes her dance with him. There's no music, no one else is dancing, and it's a sports bar, but the two don't seem to mind. Sarah's in her beautiful wedding gown, and Henry's in his suit minus the jacket. I watch them for a little bit, smiling at their happiness.
I scan the bar for Lucas, not seeing him, but he was running an errand for Henry earlier, so he's probably still busy with that. I excuse myself from the table, heading for the bathroom.
We've only been at the bar for about an hour, but I'm already ready to go. My feet hurt from standing for any amount of time.I'm so late in my pregnancy, I just want to veg out on the couch until it's time to pop this little girl out.
I'm washing my hands when I notice one of the televisions in the bathroom is still on. They're all turned off in the bar, but they must've forgotten about the bathroom ones. I shouldn't look since I've been trying my best to ignore all of the stuff happening with Kyle. It's bad enough that I've had my face used at the forefront of the case being built against him.
Instead of looking away, I keep watching as the words fill in at the bottom of the screen where the captions generate.
'Kyle Ward has made bail and is still planning on fighting in the title match against Lucas Sutton. This comes as a surprise to most in the league. There aren't any rules that disqualify him, even though many fans are outraged that the man accused of preying on omegas is being allowed any sort of platform. There's been no comment from Sutton's team about the fight, but as far as we're aware, the fight is still scheduled for Friday night.'
Oh, I'm going to kill him. I don't know if I'm talking about Kyle or Lucas, and right now my emotions are so all over the place that maybe I'll just kill both of them for this bullshit. I push through the bathroom door and walk into the bar with narrowed eyes.
Lucas is back from his errand, at least. He has his back to me, his strong frame easy to spot amongst the others. He either senses that he's in trouble, or he's looking for me like I'm looking for him. Either way, he turns to face me, a smile on his face that's much too charming for someone I'm trying to be angry at. Based on the crinkle in his eyes and the way his smile only shines brighter, he isn't picking up on my ire, or he thinks it's cute. I stomp over to him, hands raised as I push him. He chuckles, grabbing my wrists and tugging me close.
"Feisty omega," he laughs. "What'd I do?"
"You're fighting him?" I ask, hating that I can feel the pinprick of tears starting to burn at my lower lashes. Lucas keeps his smile in place, but his eyes soften a little. "You are."
"I am," he says, his grip easing on my wrists. He looks around to make sure we're not causing a scene, and thankfully, everyone is busy with their own stuff to pay us much attention.
Lucas adjusts how we're standing, placing his hand on my lower back, and guides me through the bar. He stops by Sarah and Henry, wishes them a good rest of their day, and says we're heading home. I give Sarah a hug and congratulate them on their wedding, and let Lucas guide me out.
