Page 41 of Pregnant With Their Babes

Desperately.

It seemed an eternity before Oz reappeared with Dagr in tow. As soon as they crossed the threshold, he moaned loudly. “Ineed.”

Both men froze at the door, their faces a mask of shock.

Llyr cried out again, another wave of lust crashing into him. There was no doubt then.

He was in heat.

A low moan came from his lips as he stroked himself again. Oz and Dagr were at his side in an instant. Clothes flew off, and soon they were as naked as he. The bed he lay upon was too small, so he was quickly transferred to the floor by two pairs of strong hands. He writhed within their embrace, silently begging for their touch.

First Oz claimed his mouth—the hunger rising. Dagr claimed it next, all while their hands roamed all over his body. They added to the frenzy of need. Coupled with the early stages of his first heat, he was soon mindless to the pleasure. It only took moments before the instinct took over.

The instinct to procreate.

He rolled to his knees and arched his back, crying out to be filled. Llyr’s ass was high in the air… exactly as he’d envisioned days before. Barely able to form coherent speech, he could only use his body to plead for what he desired.

“Please,” he finally ground out.“Need…”

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The days of fighting his attraction to Llyr had tightened Dagr like the string to a bow. Minutes after Dagr lay beside Llyr, something snapped—the shattering of his self-control. That splintering was vicious, destroying any resistance on his part. He was no longer himself. He was a caged beast in the moment the steel bars of a cage were opened.

His mind pulsed with one lone thought. To fuck the beautiful merman on the floor.

Theirbeautiful merman.

A haze of something filled the cabin. Dagr inhaled. A cloying scent filled his nose, and the aroma only fueled his need. Ripping at his clothing, he clawed each piece off to bare himself. Vaguely cognizant of Oz disrobing at his side, he gave the man a quick glance. Their eyes met, and there was an instant thunder of understanding.

There was no more fighting the compulsion.

They would finally claim their male.

Llyr let out a trilling moan that sent shivers down the base of Dagr’s spine—it was a sound like nothing he’d heard before. Somehow, it spoke to something deep within, calling out something primeval. He could no longer hold back. He had to answer the primal need he could hear in Llyr’s tone.

For some reason, something the witch had said whispered through his mind. Llyr wasomega… their submissive. A growl rose in his chest. Innately, that submission pleased him.

Their omega ached. Only they could soothe him.

Dagr barely recalled closing the gap. Or moving Llyr to the floor. All he knew was he needed to touch… to taste… to fill their merman’s body with his seed.

After Oz stole Llyr’s first kiss, Dagr demanded one of his own… swooping in to capture those pale pink lips that had haunted him every night. Only when he could barely breathe did he release Llyr from their kiss—and watched as Oz claimed another. Powerless to stop himself from savoring more, he trailed his lips down over Llyr’s neck… and shoulder… and on to their merman’s ear.

All while his hands massaged every inch of skin he could reach… every dip and curve… every line of muscle and sinew… covered by velvety skin. Desperation pulsed through his veins… throbbing like another spirit within. He craved Llyr in a way he didn’t understand… not that his brain was operating enough to scrabble together an answer. Instinct thundered within… the same voice which had whispered in his mind and told him to claim this man now bellowed and demanded he fulfill what felt like destiny.

“Mark me,” Llyr cried between kisses. “Make me yours…”

The anguish in Llyr’s tone made it impossible to think. Compelled by Llyr’s need, he rolled to his back and dragged Llyr atop him. With his chest to Llyr’s back, the merman’s bottom rested on his hard, pulsing shaft.

On his knees, Oz moved between Llyr’s thighs—spreading their omega wide. He gripped the base of Dagr’s shaft and stroked it a few times before pressing it against Llyr’s tight, wet hole. The wetness there caused him to growl low in his chest, something unusual registering through the fog. But it was nowhere near enough to tear his mind from its solitary purpose. He needed to be inside Llyr as much as he needed his heart to beat.

With Oz’s help, Llyr sank, inch by delicious inch, onto Dagr’s shaft. Both he and Llyr moaned in concert when they hit bottom. “This is where you belong, omega. Planted on our cocks.Filledwith our seed.”

Oz groaned at Dagr’s words, the sound of impassioned agreement. Llyr looked over his shoulder, moaning at Dagr’s words. “Yessss,” he hissed before rolling his hips and prompting a moan from them both. The rest of the sounds that came from Llyr’s lips were whimpers as he writhed on Dagr’s cock.

When Oz pressed the head of his cock against Llyr’s hole and the base of Dagr’s—and slowly sank into Llyr’s wet heat to join—Dagr sensed they’d died and gone to heaven. A satisfied rumble crashed through him, his whole body jolting with what something akin to lightning. Oz slowly drove deeper, until he was to the hilt. They both clung to Llyr, balls deep inside their beautiful merman.

Time stopped existing. Driven by a madness to claim—to mark this male as their own—Dagr rocked deep into Llyr’s body alongside Oz. Dagr dug his fingertips into Llyr’s hips, pumping the smaller man up and down his shaft. Oz’s thick cock rubbed against his own, adding to the delicious friction.

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