Page 60 of I Replaced His Husband
I just growled. Talking like this felt wrong. Cringe-inducing. I ignored their questions and kept going up the stairs.
"Wait, where are you going?" Marco called after me.
I didn’t answer. Only Kay spoke over my shoulder:
"Go to the beach. Talk to the deputies if you have to. Explain everything."
Frowning, I made my way to Kay’s room. We didn’t need to speak. We both understood exactly what was happening. I kicked the door shut behind us and gently laid him on the bed.
I stepped into the bathroom just for a sec, rinsed the blood off my face and hands, then came right back to the bedroom.
Kay was still lying there, his eyes wide and breathing quick. I pulled his shorts off and tossed them aside, then did the samewith my pants. He watched me, and there was something new in his eyes, something I hadn’t seen before.
I was still in full fighting mode and would stay like that for another forty-five minutes or so. Kay responded instinctively: submissively. Typical omega behavior in a situation like this, showing he was ready for sex.
He spread his legs, grabbed them under the knees, and pulled them up to his chest. His hole was still wet, glistening with my cum. I gasped, Gosh, what an erotic sight. It wasn’t the classic breeding position anymore, but it was the next best thing. There was no mistaking it, he was inviting me in.
I knelt between his legs and slid my cock into his trembling, swollen hole in one long thrust. Then I started fucking him: deep, hard, passionate. A series of moans spilled from him.
My eyes fixed on his long, perfect neck, focusing on his gland. As I thrust, my eyes just stayed locked on it.
Thrust after thrust, breath after breath, skin on skin, sweat, hot… Yeah, we were fucking, intensely, wildly. Then there was this moment when Kay noticed that I was fixated on his neck, and our gazes met in a strange, primal understanding.
There was something different in him now, something open and receptive in a feral way.
My mating fangs were still out, and I had to fight hard not to use them, but… I failed. Slowly, instinctively, I started leaning over his gland.
As if on cue, Kay turned his head to the side to give me better access. Wow, no resistance?
Then I simply couldn’t stop myself. I let out a low, vibrating growl that said exactly what I felt: a biological need to mate. And… he answered with a sweet, high-pitched melody that invited me to claim him.
We were both running on instinct. And instinct didn’t lie. It didn’t hide. It revealed what we were really feeling, what wewanted deep down. If he hadn’t wanted me to bite him, his body never would’ve made that sound.
But he did. He let me. Not a second of hesitation.
I sank my fangs into his gland, noticing how soft and pink it was, almost spongy. Strange.
With my fangs deep in him and my cock pounding inside, I felt it… That intense wave that usually comes during a full, ripe heat, that familiar tingling deep at the base of your dick.
"Oh fuck, Kay," I mumbled as I pulled my fangs out. "I think I’m gonna knot you."
And it happened fast. I wanted to pull out, really tried, but my hips wouldn’t obey. My cock started swelling. I didn’t think that was even possible during pregnancy!
Something was off. Way off. One weird thing after another kept piling up, and I needed answers.
Kay moaned, arching beneath me as my knot grew inside him, stretching his rim. The head of my cock pushed deeper, pressing against his cervix.
The cervical entrance is always extremely sensitive in omegas. It can trigger full-body breeding orgasms at the height of heat, but I had no idea how it would react during pregnancy. At that stage, the cervix sits high and remains tightly closed.
But with my knot lengthening my cock, I could reach it. As I did… Kay’s body snapped like a drawn bow, and he came so hard his hips even lifted me up a bit. We both trembled and gasped for air for a while.
Now my knot was locking us together, and I knew we were stuck like this—bound—for at least an hour. It always happened that way.
Still overwhelmed, breathing hard and uneven, I collapsed onto him.
We lay there in silence for maybe ten, fifteen minutes. No words. No thoughts. Too deep in it to say anything.
Then, suddenly, we heard a knock on the door.
