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He fucked my womb. My insides stopped cramping, staying open, and Teddy drove in and out of the channel with no resistance. The orgasm became a steady wave of euphoria, and my cries turned into soft whimpers.

Then finally, he stayed deep inside. His cock jerked, and the most glorious sense of relief spread from my womb. My alpha’s cum.

When Teddy’s knot grew, his cockhead remained in my womb, deeper than before, and every slight shift in our position made a small orgasm fizzle through my guts. As he repositioned us onto our sides, I came my brains out once more. My muscles twitched, and Teddy stroked my cock, until I slumped in his hold.

“Stay still, Oliver. You need rest.”

I pushed my ass out experimentally and groaned.

“It’s so good.”

“Don’t move, omega. I don’t want you to pass out.”

Could I pass out orgasming? That sounded like heaven.

I rocked back, but Teddy locked an arm around my middle and grazed my neck with his teeth.

“Oliver,” he said in a warning tone. “I said, stay still.”

“Will you punish me if I disobey?” My words were slurred, but he understood.

He chuckled darkly, and the vibration brought me another tiny climax. “With you, punishment would be ineffective. You don’t have an obedient bone in your body.”

I was too muddled and weirdly sleepy to say something clever in return.

“Spanking sounds wonderful.”

Another chuckle, and I hummed.

“That wouldn’t be a punishment, baby. But I’ll spank you for pleasure.”

“Awesome.”

I must have fallen asleep seconds after that.

13

FREY

After my knot went down and Oliver woke up from his nap, we spent hours lost in each other. Time moved like syrup, and I wondered what I could do to slow it down even more. Was it only Saturday? The lazy summer sun slowly sank lower.

Oliver claimed he wasn’t hungry, but he ate the soup I defrosted. He looked sleepy and mellow, all soft and cuddly. After the meal, I gathered him into my lap, and he nuzzled my throat, humming happily. When he pressed a soft kiss under the edge of my beard, the surge of love almost flattened me.

All of a sudden, I wasn’t alone anymore, and a part of me expected this dream to evaporate. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tightened my hold on my omega. His weight in my arms was real, his scent was real, and the baby I’d put in his belly would grow up to be healthy and strong. Yes, I was happy, and I would have to get used to it.

We sat in silence for a while, just breathing together.

“Remember spring break?” I asked softly.

Oliver nuzzled my neck and hummed. “What about it?”

“I saw you at Jordy’s. And you had this shirt on, dark turquoise. That color looks amazing on you, by the way.”

Against my skin, I felt his lips stretch into a smile. “I know which one, but I’m surprised you remember it. You barely even looked at me.”

“Oh, I looked, believe me.” I leaned in to inhale the lovely scent from his hair. “I went home early, didn’t even finish my beer.”

“Why?”