Page 20 of Cream
“Once an alpha releases into the channel to the omega’s womb, it takes only minutes for the sperm to reach the egg,” he said. “By the time the knot goes down, the egg is fertilized.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You said you were getting impregnated as we spoke. Technically, you’re pregnant already.”
I blinked. He was unbelievable. “Do you seriously think it’s helpful to explain the birds and the bees to me right now?”
He looked down and sighed. Then he hugged me tighter and met my gaze with determination.
“When I realized what was happening, I only wanted… more.” He smiled sheepishly. “It felt like you belonged to me.”
He didn’t make sense. “Just because you knock me up doesn’t mean you own me.”
“Oh, I know. I wasn’t exactly rational when I was inside you.”
“No kidding,” I muttered.
I shouldn’t be angry at him. It wasn’t his fault. I threw myself at him and kept begging him to do me harder. It took two of us to get here.
Pulling in a deep breath, he palmed my belly again.
“Jamie, I’ll support you in whatever you want. I’d like to take care of you during your heat… if you let me. But if you want to get off at the nearest stop and find a clinic, we’ll do that. I won’t say a word of protest.” His mouth said one thing, but the hand on my stomach told a different story. At the mention of the clinic, he pressed with his palm, his fingers spreading possessively.
Did he like that he’d knocked me up?
With my thoughts and emotions all over the place, I studied him.Morton Hartley. I knew his face better than my own, with the rich catalog of his expressions forever imprinted on my mind. But he’d never looked at me this way before. His eyes crinkled at the corners, worry and tenderness written in the shallow wrinkles. He looked a little eager still, as if what we’d done hadn’t been enough.
I allowed myself to remember the searing pleasure that exploded from my middle when he bred me. It had been unhinged, hellfire and heavenly bliss, and I wanted to feel it again. And again. And again…
His hand on my belly rubbed, warm and firm, over the place where his seed was already taking root. Profound contentment stemmed from the spot, grounding and soothing me, and the frantic voices in my head sounded quieter and further away. Pleasure still lingered in my system, in my muscles and bones, and I felt mellow all over.
Pregnant. He’d put a child in me. He’d knocked me up.C’mon, Jamie. Do something. Protest. Yell at him. Demand he take you to a clinic. You can take a pill or two, and problem solved…
It felt so nice. So very, very nice. The fullness in my womb and the fullness in my pecs made perfect sense together. The omega in me wanted to stretch and purr like the cat who got the cream.
DidIlike that Mr. Hartley knocked me up?
When I didn’t say anything, he kissed me.
I must have been in shock or still muddled from all those orgasms he’d fucked out of me because I kissed him back.
He tugged me to his chest, and my pecs pressed against him. I let out an involuntary grunt, and he pulled back, looking down.
“They’re still full,” I managed in a weak voice.
He gently pushed me onto my back. “Can I take care of them for you?”
Dazed, I nodded.
He lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. With slow, firm pulls, he got the milk flowing while he traced circles with his fingertips around my other nipple.
It was bliss.
He emptied both sides tenderly and with earnestness… like making love. I thought of his cum in me and how wonderful it felt.
Pregnant already.
And he wanted me. Wanted this.
