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“Mm-hm.” He nodded like he planned on being a good little boy, like he understood the rules, but we both knew the truth. I wouldn’t be able to stop, no matter if he was screaming down the roof.

I knelt behind him, smoothing a hand over his perfect, pert ass. If he didn’t behave, maybe I would have to spank him into submission. He wiggled his hips, his slick entrance gleaming in the lamplight, promising a warm, tight embrace awaiting me.

“How about a test,” I suggested, feeling a little wicked. I bent until my face was mere inches from him, my breath ghosting across his damp hole. “Not one sound…” That was the only warning he got before I swiped my tongue through his crack, all the way from his balls, over his taint, then teasing around the puckered muscle, before delving as deep as I could go. The flavor of his sweet musk burst in my mouth, and I closed my eyes and savored it, suckling at him.

Toby gasped, and he tightened around my tongue, but he kept his word—not a single moan. Why did this feel like a challenge? I didn’t actually want my parents to overhear us having sex, but on the other hand, I was an adult, and Toby was pregnant with my child, so it wasn’t a secret that we were intimate with each other.

And godsdammit, I liked making him scream.

Lapping at his core, I reached between his legs and stroked his cock, and while he arched his back and rocked back against my face, he still remained frustratingly silent.

Well, this just won’t do, I thought to myself. I prided myself on being able to pleasure my omega, so that was what I was going to do. I raised myself up on my knees and moved in behind him, lining myself up with his hole.

“Hold on to something,” I commanded, and he reached out and grabbed onto the headboard.

With my hands on his hips to hold him in place, I slammed into him, burying my cock balls deep in his ass, and all I got was the tiniest little whimper from him, his grip on the headboard white-knuckled.Oh damn, he’s good. But I’m better.

I ground my hips against him, angling myself in such a way that I felt the head of my cock rubbing against his prostate, my thrusts agonizingly slow. I could tell he was biting his lip to keep quiet, and all the while, he was pushing back into me, trying to urge me to move faster, to fuck him long and hard and deep, but I held him steady, never giving him quite what he wanted.

Toby’s breath was coming rough and uneven, a rasping pant. “Gabriel,” he said pleadingly, looking over his shoulder at me. “Fuck me,please. You’re driving me crazy!”

“Good,” I grunted, winking at him like he’d winked at me so many times.

The thing was, though, I was human, and when an alpha was sheathed deep in his omega’s slick ass, there was a limit to how long they could hold out—and I had passed that limit about two minutes ago. I was quickly losing the ability to think clearly, and when I lost my handle on logic, my body was more than willing to take over. My movements began to speed up, and instead of holding his hips away, I was now actively dragging him back to spear into him with short, sharp thrusts.

“Yes, Gabe,” he gritted out, a little louder now. He grabbed a pillow and shoved his face into it, his moans only barely muffled.

The bed was squeaking, the headboard banging, but I didn’t care anymore. The finish line was in sight, and we were sprinting toward our climax. His channel clamped down around me in a series of spasms, and Toby shuddered beneath me as he spilled onto the sheets. The loudest of his cries were choked off, but only barely. I felt like I had won the challenge—though maybe I lost, because as my orgasm washed over me, I lost sight of the goal and threw my head back and groaned loudly through my release. I jerked inside him as I filled him with my hot cum in three long spurts, before my knot slid from the base of my cock, expanding and locking our bodies together.

Coming to my senses, I took him carefully into my arms and moved us onto our sides, spooning around Toby and cradling his stomach with tenderness.

“What happened to being quiet?” he teased, poking me in the arm.

I laughed, the motion tugging on my knot and making us both moan at the sensation. “It’s all your fault. Before you came along, I had no problem being extra repressed.”

“You’re welcome!” he said, pinching me lightly. He was joking, but it hit me somewhere deep inside.

I nestled closer and kissed the back of his neck. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You make me a better man, a happier man.” I couldn’t see his face, but I felt him melt back into me, and he took my arm and pulled it tighter around him. I smirked and added, “Even if you do get me in trouble with my parents.”

20

Toby

“I’llbebackina few days,” Gabe said for the fifth time, his hand gripping the handle of his suitcase in a chokehold.

“I know,” I replied calmly. “It’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

His mouth dipped into an adorable frown, and I smoothed my finger over the crease it formed between his eyebrows. He huffed but leaned into my hand. “You can’t tell me not to worry about you. Too many things can go wrong,” he said, also not for the first time. “This was a mistake. I should just cancel the trip and stay.” He dropped his bag on the ground beside him.

I kissed his pouting lips gently, and I felt the tension leach from his body, his hands finding my hips and dragging me as close as my massive stomach would allow. He rested his forehead on mine and closed his eyes. I stroked his cheeks and kissed him one last time. “Nothing will go wrong, I promise. Everything will be fine.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Shh,” I soothed. “I’m still two weeks away from my due date, and everybody knows first babies arrive late.”

“Everybodyknows? Who’s everybody?” he teased, which I chose to take as a good sign. If he were in full-on level-10 stress mode, he wouldn’t be joking.

I shrugged. “You tell me. You’re the one who gave me all the stats about gestation period and how there was a 15% chance I would be past my due date—which is still two weeks from now. We could be waiting a whole month for this baby still.” Gods, the mere thought of holding this baby in for another full month was exhausting, but for the sake of getting my alpha on that plane, I was willing to fake it. “I saw Dr. Narayansingh just yesterday, and he said it would be at least another week. It’ll be—”

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