Page 15 of A Baby for the Beast
Lucas smirks and crawls out from underneath the blankets, nudging my thighs apart and urging me back toward the back of the nest where I'm just now realizing he's set up a pile of pillows so I can lean back against them without my daughter's entire weight feeling like it's going to do permanent damage to my spine.
"I have to meet my brother at my apartment in an hour," he tells me, his hands moving to my hips where he hooks his fingers into my shorts and tugs them down slowly, too slowly considering I'm soaked and burning up and need him to do something to ease some of this desire. He keeps his eyes on me,though, watching to make sure I'm okay with what he's doing, that I don't mind.
"Please, Lucas, I'm going to die if you don't make me come," I whine, reaching up to grab the back of his neck and tug him to me. He startles, eyes going wide right before his lips crash into mine.
This time, it's not a quick little peck, which might've been his first kiss for all I know. No, this time, I lead because I want my tongue in his mouth, I want his teeth biting down on my lower lip, and the only way for me to get it is by taking the lead. Though I should've known that would get me in trouble, too. He doesn't growl when he takes over, but the shift in the air and the weight of his presence make it clear Remus is in control of their body now.
"Naughty little thing," he tells me, licking into my mouth before pulling away. "We had plans for you, omega. Plans of you gushing on our face."
"Yes, please," I smile at him, pressing my nails into his pecs as he rises above me, his body looking so daunting now that he's over me.
"Good girls get to come, Hayley. I told you that last night," Remus tells me, his teeth snapping close to my ear right before he pushes away to kneel between my thighs.
It's impossible to forget my pregnancy, but when he's close to my face, I can pretend it hasn't changed my body or that he doesn't notice it. When he's leaned back, though, obviously sweeping his eyes over every inch of me, including my swollen abdomen, I don't feel as sexy as I do when he's close.
"You are beautiful," Remus tells me, taking my doubts in his fist and just smashing them to dust with one heated look and three words. "I'm almost sorry I'm going to make you cry."
"Wait, you wha–?"
He grabs my hips between his hands and dives between my legs face first before I even have a chance to grab for anything to keep me grounded. He doesn't start off slow and easy, piecing together what I like or making sure I'm ready to be devoured. No, he eats me like he's famished, his tongue lapping at my slick, twirling around my clit, and then sucking on it. I don't know where this 'I've never purred for an omega, but I can eat one out like it's my fucking job' alpha came from, but I'm not going to question it. Not when his growl is used to add vibrations against me. Stars are sparkling behind my eyes, and my fingers are fisted in the comforter, twisting at one of the blankets in the nest.
"Yes, please, don't stop," I beg.
The words tumble from my lips, but does my beast listen? No, no, he does not, because just as I'm about to hit that peak, about to break into a million pieces, he pulls away. A cry of desperation wails through me, and when I open my eyes again, he's between my legs, slick making his lips and chin shimmer. His eyes are golden and burning, and he cocks his head to the side, more predatory than I'm expecting for a beast willing to go down on his omega. Some of them think it puts them into too submissive a role.
"Not sorry yet," Remus mutters to himself, and then he's back to pleasuring me. Back to taking me to the edge faster this time, using his growl to hold me there for a moment longer as though he's going to let me fall apart, but then he's gone again.
I cry out again, this time, tears of frustration prick my lower lashes, but I push them away to be petty because I think he wants to see them. Based on the unhappy growl he gives me, and the determined glint in his eyes, he isn't happy with my brattiness, or he is, but in the most terrible kind of way.
Three more times, he takes me to the peak of my pleasure just to take it away from me at the last second. I do cry, big fat pathetic tears that are accompanied by pathetic little sobs thatshake my body. I could be scared that my beast watches me with reverence when I cry, but I've been with enough beasts to know that they can be into some weird shit, and not a single one has ever done anything to me that I didn't end up enjoying. Okay, Kyle definitely left me to finish out a heat by myself, and that was a dick move, but other than that, I've been into some pretty kinky stuff that beasts have been into. Crying doesn't seem that weird.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Remus growls, leaning down once again between my legs, listening to me cry as his tongue spreads me open again. I sob harder, my nerve endings feeling too much and not enough all at once. He pulls away much sooner than any other time, resting his head on my thigh as he looks up at my tear-stained face, past my belly. "Tell me to stop, and I will. I promise. No, stop, don't, and I won't. I want to hurt you, omega, but only in good ways."
I nod, I nod so hard I'm surprised I don't give myself whiplash. Use me, alpha, please! "I'm good. I like playing like this."
"Good," Remus growls before returning to his work.
He acts like he'd spend the entire day between my legs, making me cry for him, and it still wouldn't be enough. At some point, I start babbling apologies, and he tries to purr at me terribly. It makes it even clearer he's being all disciplinary on me with his mean no orgasm games. That's okay, I just hope he's ready for me to be terrible at learning my lessons. Plus, is it really a punishment if I enjoy every second of it, especially the ending when he makes sure to take care of me?
When my orgasm hits, I forget how to speak or even think coherently. If I had any thoughts in my head, I'd be crying out Remus's name and thanking him. He seems like the type who would enjoy that kind of praise. Instead, I fist the comforter harder and let my head fall back with a silent moan that can't quite form. Remus is a champ, not stopping until I've had myfill, and then he's laying his head against my thigh, watching me catch my breath.
"My brother will be at my apartment soon," Lucas says, shifting so fast back in control of their body that it startles me for a second.
One second, Remus is looking adoringly up at me, and the next, Lucas is kneeling between my legs, easing my hands to release the nest and rubbing them to help get some circulation back into them. His brows furrow when he feels how cold they are from how tightly I'm squeezing.
"Next time, grab us. I don't like how stiff and cold you are."
"Next time?" I ask, wiping my eyes, which earns me a glare.
Okay, and apparently, my alpha likes the crying, too. What little weirdos they are. Now I just need to find a way to use this knowledge to my advantage because right now he's holding all the control. While I do like that, I also enjoy causing a little mischief, a little chaos, if you will.
"Yes, next time," Lucas laughs as his fingers brush across the wetness on my cheek. He cups my face before lowering his lips to mine. I imagine I can taste myself on him, citrusy, tart, and sweet. I hope he likes it. I don't know how he could've spent an hour between my legs and not liked it, but then again, I'm not an alpha determined to discipline his omega, so who knows?
I don't know if it's the crash after the endorphins of my orgasm, or if my horniness was holding off all the thoughts and doubts my rational brain has. All I know is the afterglow of our fun turns to darkness as I remember every reason why pursuing something with Lucas and Remus is wrong.
He catches the change in my demeanor, sitting back away from me, his brows furrowing as his purr rumbles in the air around us. Before my orgasm, it was cute how bad it was, now it's a reminder that Lucas and Remus have never been with anomega. I can't seriously think they're changing that up now for a pregnant one. No, I'm not stupid or naïve enough to believe that.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asks, cupping my hip and squeezing it. I push his hand away, scrambling out of bed as best as I can on my own. He helps me to my feet, much to my annoyance, but I was struggling, so I'll take it. "Did I do something?"
