Okay. Fuck. Maybe John wasn’t as off base as I’d thought.
Chapter 41
Avery
After another long day of family bonding—I gave them a tour of one of the omega housing buildings we’d recently completed—I swept Clover away into the comforting confines of her pink princess nest. Pressing against her without a stitch between us let me drink up the heavenly taste of her, my lips dancing over her neck.
At least this hadn’t gotten too difficult yet. Missionary with a nine-month baby bump? Yeah, not going to happen. As much as I wanted to see her all round and fucking adorable, for the moment, I was actually happy her bump was tiny.
“God, angel,” I murmured against her skin, “the sight of you right now.”
The heat of her skin thrummed against mine, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, not being remotely shy about inhaling my scent until her purr triggered, her omega instincts soothed. I fucking loved when I could make her purr because it was like a neon sign that I’d made her happy.
“Oh, yeah? You enjoying that my titties went up a cup size practically overnight?” She laughed, squishing them together like she was inviting me to bury my face in them.
Who was I to deny the opportunity? They were so soft, just like the rest of her. Honestly, it was a damn wonder I got a single thing done when she was walking around looking so fucking lucious.
“I do, actually. In fact, I adorethe way you look, carrying our child. You’re gorgeous. Everything about you is so stunning. I could stay right by your side,pleasingyou, and I’d never get bored.”
She let out a breathy chuckle as I settled between her thighs.
“Is that so? I do love being pleased.” She nudged me with her knee, and I went to work, gliding down her body to prepare for my feast. Her cheeks flushed and her slick warmed me as she stared up at me like I was the only thing in the world. God, it was addictive, intoxicating.
“It damn well is. And you’re going to lie back and enjoy while I worship you. You deserve it.”
“I don’t want my dads to hear anything, though.”
“You think I built you a princess palace and didn’t soundproof it? I had very hopeful plans for this room.”
Clover laughed. “Well, in that case, how can I say no?”
I grinned and hoisted her legs over each of my shoulders as I beamed at her. “You can’t.”
I dove between her legs, licking from her slick entrance to her clit. She bucked against my mouth. Was she extra sensitive because of pregnancy hormones? Clover hummed under my appreciative lapping, and she squirmed as I explored her, tasting everything she had to offer.
Clover shivered, her hands fisting the sheets, her eyes rolling back in her head on a moan. “Avery…”
“That’s it, angel. You taste so damn good on my tongue. God, I love making you moan. That sound will live in my head forever.” I slid my thumbs up and down her lips as I blew warm air on her, making her whimper. “Look how beautiful you are.”
I continued toying with her, dragging my fingers up and down her slick skin and placing gentle kisses on her clit.
Even that had her squirming with how riled up she was now.
Clover stared down her body at me and I beamed up at her. She looked like a princess. I hoped my admiration was obvious, that it made her feel cherished and desired. She was so incredibly gorgeous, and I knew without a doubt she’d only get more beautiful.
She’d been wearing tighter clothes so we could actually tell she was pregnant, and her boobs—oh my fucking god. Perfection.
“Just look at you.” I lifted onto my elbows for a moment, reaching up her torso with one hand to cup her breast. I teased her nipple, and she squeaked, her head falling back. “You’re a goddess.”
I let out a deep groan, my arousal twisting in the air with hers—ocean air and fresh peonies. I moved higher on the bed, so I was positioned with my hips right at her pussy, and kissed her neck, slipping my fingers between her thighs and inside her so she bucked against me again. “I want you to be good and ready to take me. I wouldn’t dream of asking too much from your incredible body.”
“Avery, please,” she whined. “Less teasing, more fucking.”
“Anything for you, angel.”
Pressing another feverish kiss to her neck, I worked my fingers faster, moving in and out of her as my thumb rubbed against her clit. Slick poured from her magnificent cunt. I fucking loved the way tension coiled in her body, each twitch and shiver taking her higher and higher and higher, until?—
She cried out, pussy clenching hard on my fingers. If it’d been squeezing my cock instead, I’d have come hard enough to see stars. All I wanted was to fling myself into the Clover-pool and happily drown for the rest of my fucking days. She’d better letme. What was I supposed to do with myself if she didn’t want me forever?
