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I put my hand over his, imagining how his belly would grow. “God, Oliver, I want to fuck you like an animal and kiss you head to toe.”
“Both. You can do both.”
I did. I kissed him all over. His nipples, his belly, his cock, his pale ass cheeks, and his loose, leaking hole.
And when his heat wave came, I’d take him on his knees, from behind. My sweet, horny mate would love that. I could still hear him urging me on, pleadingHarder, Teddy, please!like he hadn’t been a virgin only a day ago.
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OLIVER
I was floating on cloud nine. After the breeding, the fullness of my womb and the cum in there made me blissfully happy. The knowledge, together with the physical satisfaction, was drugging.
Teddy’s mind seemed to be going in the same direction because he kept looking at my belly and touching it whenever I was close enough. In the shower, he spent ages kissing it, which of course turned me on even between waves.
I was going to love being pregnant; I could sense it.
My alpha insisted on feeding me even though I didn’t feel all that hungry. He made pancakes, and despite my protests, I ate three.
For a minute after breakfast, I freaked out about going to work. If we both told Jesse we were working from home, he’d get suspicious. But Teddy reminded me it was only Saturday, around lunchtime.
I shook my head. “Time is kind of warped for me now.”
“It’s the heat.” Teddy crouched before the kitchen chair I sat in wearing nothing but a towel around my hips. He pressed a kiss to my sternum. “What do you want to do now? The heat waves should get weaker now that I’ve bred you.” He brushed his knuckles down over the curve of my belly, smiling smugly.
Yeah. I was going to adore pregnancy. This strength radiated from my core, as if I could do anything, be anyone… Maybe it was the bond too, but mostly, everything was finally how it should be, and that knowledge anchored me.
“Is it boring I just want to cuddle and kiss until we make love again?”
Teddy’s eyes warmed. “No, baby. It sounds heavenly.”
We settled on the couch in Teddy’s living room, me in his lap. He wore cut-off sweats, and my towel hung loosely over my thigh. He deliberately took it and folded it over the armrest. Then he traced my thighs and hips, circled my waist, and stroked along my ribs. He ate up my naked body with his gaze, and I was so damned giddy.
“I had so many fantasies about you,” I admitted.
“Tell me,” he breathed, circling my nipples with his fingertips.
“You were my sexual awakening, you know? And I had a very active imagination. You were gentle with me because you were my first…”
He frowned, and I rubbed the crease between his eyebrows with my thumb.
“You were too big for me and had to coax me open. I bought a dildo that looked a tad threatening and stretched myself with it, pretending it was my first time with you.”
Teddy looked pained hearing that. “Christ.”
I chuckled at his reaction. It might have been the heat hormones affecting me, but I felt at ease telling him about my sexual daydreams. “Don’t worry, you were very tender,responsible, and patient.” I winked. “But over the years, I dreamed about different things. I used womb wands, and my fantasies got dirtier.”
His eyes flashing, he licked his lips. “You’re dangerous.” He pinched my nipples, and I let out a tiny moan.
“When I got older, I imagined you lost control with me. That you wanted me so much you just took me. You deflowered me ruthlessly because you couldn’t help yourself. I pictured you breeding me while I pushed a vibrating wand so deep inside it hurt. I pretended it was your cock forcing its way through into my womb the very first time you fucked me.”
The two creases between his eyebrows deepened, and his hands tightened on my waist. His mouth gaped open.
“Too much?” I asked.
He blinked a few times. “There’s this niggle of guilt. I think.”
“It’s my imagination. How is that your fault?”
