Page 31 of A Baby for the Beast
Remus takes learning how to fuck as seriously as I expected him to. Not only is he ready and rearing to go as soon as I even hint at needing him, but he also listens to me, which is something that shouldn't surprise me as much as it does.
I guess I'm so used to alphas and their beasts taking control and doing things how they want that I never thought there might be one who was willing to do as I said. He still makes sure he's the one in the dominant position, still makes sure I know which of us is stronger, which of us is doing the rutting. But he lets me guide him into what I like, how I like it, and he doesn't get all growly and snapping teeth like he's put out having to listen to me. No, he listens and he's learning.
It's been five days of being cooped up in his apartment, only leaving when he has to go to training sessions or work out. Hetakes me with him when I want, and other times I stay at the apartment on my own, taking full advantage of the way too big, way too fancy place I now get to call home.
Honestly, sitting around eating snacks and watching the latest trashy reality show has been giving me life. I've been working through this entire pregnancy, on my feet and late into the night, and now that I'm getting a break, I'm taking full advantage, and Lucas and Remus seem more than happy when they come home to see me lazing about.
Just like right now. Lucas came in about two minutes ago, and I haven't stopped staring at his forearms the entire time. I'm assuming this is part of early matehood, my body responding to him easily to keep me attached to him during the early days of us tying ourselves to one another. Or I'm just super horny due to pregnancy hormones. Really, it could go either way.
"Are you listening?" Lucas asks, drawing my attention away from his arms and hands.
I don't even hide the fact that I'm lusting over him, no point in it when I've been caught red-handed. Not that Lucas or Remus care. No, they like knowing I find them attractive.
I've even convinced them to get me a big mirror to hang on the wall near the nest so I can watch him when he's fucking me. Remus was purring up a storm when I brought that up, and then he pinned me down as gently as he could and rutted into me, using all his newfound knowledge to make us both content.
"I wasn't listening even a little bit," I say, letting my gaze fall down his body again.
Lucas chuckles, which means I'm not getting laid right now. Remus would already be out to play if I were. "We have a meeting today."
Ugh, and just like that, all of the feel-good horny hormones are pushed out by the panic that settles into me at having to go through with this part of getting Kyle out of my life. It's easyto forget he's doing his best to drag Lucas and Remus's names through the mud while we've been cooped up and happy in our fresh mating.
We don't watch any of the sports channels, and I don't check my social media. I deleted them once I started getting friend requests from people I've never met. I had already set everything to private, and I didn't do much other than look at my friend's posts, so I don't feel like I'm missing out on much.
Living in our little bubble has made it difficult to know what's really happening out there. I assume Lucas is keeping up with it since he talks with Phil and the PR people more than I do. He asked if I wanted to be kept in the loop, and I told him only about things that he felt were necessary for me to know.
That might sound like I'm hiding from it, and maybe I am, but I know what my mental health can handle. Knowing there's a not insignificant number of people who think I'm a beast hopping, slut who's betraying her baby's father is not something I can even remotely handle, not with how out of whack my emotions are thanks to the pregnancy.
No, fuck that, even if I wasn't dealing with the pregnancy I wouldn't want to know anything about any of this. Let me live in ignorance where I don't know people who don't know me are making judgments on my entire life based on the words of a manchild.
"When?" I ask, looking at where I'm nice and comfy on the couch.
I'm in one of Lucas's t-shirts and some athletic shorts that came from his side of the closet. What can I say, I might not be able to smell him, but I do enjoy wearing what I know carries his scent. He likes it too, even if I'm not dressed the cutest.
I think seeing me in his clothing, making it clear I'm his, turns him on more than seeing me in any of the lacy stuff he's boughtme, though I have put on a couple of those just to make Remus lose his mind a little bit.
"We have to be there in an hour," Lucas says. "I'm making a sandwich for myself, do you want one?"
"That's not what I want to eat," I mumble under my breath, earning me a huff of laughter. I groan because Remus isn't coming out to play. "Fine, but I'm not happy about having to move from my spot."
"I'll bring you right back, omega," Lucas laughs, turning and heading into the kitchen. I grumble a bit more under my breath, but eventually get to my feet and make my way down the hall to our bedroom.
I've made up the nest real nice once I was able to finish it without Remus trying to dick me down anytime I touched it. He still wants to, but after a few times, he managed to keep his hands to himself until I finished it. Then he kept himself calm enough not to trash the nest as he fucked me in it.
He's a sweet alpha, considering I've watched compilations of him knocking other beasts out. If I only knew him from fighting, I'd think he'd be rough with me in bed, but he's pretty sweet. He wants to be more demanding, I can feel it just under the surface, but he's either not confident enough or he thinks he'll hurt me. Either way, I'll broach it once he's gotten over his inexperience. I think about a week or two more, and he'll be up to full confidence when it comes to pounding me into the nest.
I huff and straighten one of the pillows as I pass the nest, heading into the closet to grab something to wear. We're going to consult with the lawyers to finalize Kyle signing away his parental rights. I've been debating asking Lucas if he wants to adopt Tessie when she's born, but this is still so new. While he's made it clear he wants her as much as he wants me, that's still a lot to put on someone who had no part in creating her.
I grab a nice-looking dress and start stripping. The neckline is modest enough not to show off my amazing pregnancy rack, but it's low enough to show off the almost healed bite mark in my neck. The one that shows everyone that I'm a claimed omega.
I still need to get Lucas to bite me, but I don't see Remus giving him control while we're fucking any time soon. When he does, though, I'll be begging for Lucas's teeth to give me a pretty matching bite on the other side of my neck.
The dress does look nice on me, and I make a mental note to thank Lucas for buying it for me. I need to thank him for a lot. He's filled the bathroom with all of my favorite products, has mountains of nesting supplies in the hall closet, and a basket of them in the living room so I can make the couch comfortable. He's always watching and noticing if there's anything else I need. Sometimes he even knows I need or want something before I do.
I was told about how caregiving some alphas can be for their omegas, but I just never thought I'd find one so into it. I always hoped for it, what omega wouldn't? But Lucas and Remus are so above and beyond anything I ever thought to hope for that sometimes it still feels so unreal.
"Pretty omega," Lucas purrs, the sound just as terrible as it always has been.
At this point, it's grown on me. It's my alpha's purr, and it's unique to him. Much to his annoyance, it's not going to get any better. Maybe his disuse of it for so long made it to where it's been warped, or maybe he has a genetic condition, but that purr is never going to sound good. I'm just glad he still offers it to me, even if he hates how it sounds.
