“I, uh, don’t know what to do,” I admitted.
That must have been minor, because Sylas smiled at me and kissed my cheek again. Those cheek kisses were becoming a habit with him. “He has to insert that wand into your bottom,” he explained. “Then it will show a picture of the baby on the monitor,” he said, pointing to what looked like a seriously outdated tv set on the counter by the cot. “You’ll feel a little stretch, but it shouldn’t hurt.”
“The hot doctor is going to fuck me with that thing and you’re okay with this?” I asked disbelievingly.
Sylas colored slightly but held my eyes. “No, but it’s important to check on the baby’s development, so I’ll deal. Areyouokay with it?”
I sighed. “I guess I really don’t have a choice.”
“Of course, you do,” Sylas disputed immediately. “There are other types of ultrasounds. We can find another doctor.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know an awful lot about this stuff,” I accused.
Sylas just shrugged. “You do need to make up your mind, Tiger, before we lose our appointment.”
“You’ll stay the whole time?” I checked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Of course,” Sylas said promptly. “I’ll never take my eyes off you.”
I drew in a deep breath and then sighed it out. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
Sylas poked his head out in the hall to tell the doctor that we were ready and then walked over to help me position myself on my hands and knees on the cot.
The probe was just large enough to be slightly uncomfortable going in and cold from the glob of lube that eased its way, but, as he’d promised, Sylas stood in front of me, holding my gaze with his, barely even blinking.
It was very comforting until the wand brushed over my prostate and my entire body began to sing. Then things got just the slightest bit, well, awkward.
Chapter Sixteen
Sylas
Paul’s eyes widened in horror as the doctor began to press the ultrasound wand inside him. Before I could ask if he was okay, the cause of his, ahem,distressbecame obvious to any Alpha in the immediate area when the sugary sweet scent of an aroused Omega began to fill the air.
To his credit, Doctor Kalen remained completely professional, pointing to the monitor and explaining the various measurements as he did, only stopping once to wipe his slick-coated hand on his lab coat with a rueful wince that was obviously for my eyes only.
As he prattled on, I found my eyes drawn repeatedly to where the handle of the wand disappeared inside my board-stiff Omega who was clearly trying not to make things worse by humping back against the doctor’s hand.
“Ahem,” Doctor Kalen cleared his throat and caught my eye with an amused grin. “It seems that the photo printer is out of paper,” he announced, smirking as I glanced at the huge roll of paper sitting on the counter. “It’s going to take me ten minutes or so to pop down and requisition a replacement,” he said blandly. “We’re done with the exam, if you want to help your husband clean up and redress.”
“Perfect.” I agreed, not the slightest bit concerned that Doctor Kalen was clearly leaving us alone so I could deal with Paul’s arousal. From the fogged look in his eyes, I doubted Paul was even aware of it.
The door had barely swung closed when I unzipped my jeans and pulled my iron-hard cock free. The exam table put Paul’s perfect butt at the ideal height for me to take him while I stood by the cot.
“We can’t,” Paul started to argue before turning to look at the door. “Can we?”
“I know I won’t need ten minutes,” I snorted, trailing my fingertip down his loosened hole. “You?”
“God, no,” Paul groaned, wiggling his hips in the air before begging, “Fuck me!”
There was no way I was going to make him ask twice.
Paul was slick and soft, the muscles just loose enough to make my entry seamless as I drove into his body with a moan that seemed to come from my very soul. “God, you feel good, Tiger,” I sighed as I pulled back and thrust in again, reveling in the whimpers and moans that I was driving from his body. “You like that?”
“Harder!” Paul begged, his breaths already coming faster as he humped back against me each time I pulled back, sucking my cock deep inside him as he ground his gorgeous butt against my groin. “I need you harder!”
I made a soothing sound with my tongue and increased my tempo, slamming into his willing body hard enough that the brakes on the cot slipped and we rolled forward to bump into the wall. Still Paul was reaching back and grabbing at anything he could reach, trying to pull me harder and deeper into his hungry hole.
“Oh!” Paul gasped, still squirming against me as his body stiffened and then began to throb around me, his tight tunnel squeezing my orgasm from me in hard, desperate pulses that were on the edge between pain and pleasure. “Alpha!”
