Dax
Morgan was growing heavierby the day. I thought Len was big at the peak of his pregnancy, but even carrying twins, his size was nothing compared to Morgan. My poor mate looked like he’d swallowed a whole watermelon—hell, maybe even two.
I might have felt selfish for thinking about how utterly sexy he looked if his flaring hormones didn’t make his libido flare up like a wildfire.
When we weren’t having sex, I was on edge constantly. Morgan’s due date was mere weeks away. The grove was extremely safe, and so was most of the wildlife reserve, but I still didn’t like Morgan wandering too far away from our home. If he gave birth early, I wanted him to be close to the whole pack.
That was easier said than done, of course, when my mate was as stubborn as I was.
“It’s just a walk around the field, Dax,” Morgan said. Even with his handsome thick brow arched in my direction, he was still irresistible. “I’m not going to space.”
My eyes drifted to the rest of his body. It was impossible not to stare at the huge swell of his belly. I was glad he wasn’t self-conscious about it and let me ogle him as much as I wanted.
“Let me come with you,” I said. “You shouldn’t be alone this close to your due date.”
He smirked. “You’ve been saying that for the past six months, you know.”
“And what about it?”
“Fine.” He laughed. “Just keep up, wolf.”
We shifted forms and Morgan took the lead, bounding ahead of me as a buck. Even heavily pregnant, he remained graceful. It struck me just how powerful and fit he truly was—not only was he carrying a massive rack of antlers, but an almost fully-grown baby as well. He was a one-of-a-kind omega, and he was all mine.
Arousal stirred inside me. I sped up my pace and caught up with Morgan. A thick scent emanated from him. I shivered as it hit my nose, then licked my lips as saliva filled my mouth. Morgan wanted sex.
At the moment I realized that, he took a quick turn and bounded playfully in the other direction. I growled and bolted towards him.
“You’re not getting away,” I called.
“Not trying to. Maybe you’re just slow?” he teased.
I rolled my eyes with a laugh and sped up. Morgan was fast, but he was weighed down by multiple things. It wasn’t hard to catch up with him again. As I approached, that scent intensified. I withheld a groan.
“Don’t wear yourself out,” I warned.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” Morgan said with a lilt in his voice. “I could go all night long.”
I shuddered at the hidden meaning and my arousal flared. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the grove far in the distance, barely a speck of green on a far away hill. We were far away enough that no one would hear us out here, which meant we could make all the noise in the world. That was good—I didn’t know if I could control myself this time.
Morgan slowed as we approached a small patch of trees. He turned to me, head on. I padded to a halt and shifted when he did. His face was flushed and sweat trickled down his brow.
I was hard and didn’t bother hiding it as I embraced him, careful of his belly. His cock brushed up against my body, just as stiff as mine. We wordlessly melted into a deep kiss that ended with both of us breathless and gasping for air.
I eased Morgan into a sitting position on the grass and he laid on his side, gazing up at me expectantly. His entrance was already slick and ready for penetration. That thick, heady scent hit my nose and went straight down to my balls. I growled and dropped to the ground before easing my fingers into his dripping hole.
“Ah,” he whispered. “Can’t control yourself, can you, wolf?”
My voice came out hoarse. “Around you? Never.”
Two fingers slipped easily inside Morgan, yet he still remained loose and relaxed. There was no tension in his body, like we were made to pleasure each other. I played with his slickness until it coated my hand. The fluid smelled strongly of him.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, not just of the wetness gripping my fingers, but his entire body. With one hand still pleasuring him, I roamed the other up the swollen expanse of his belly. Morgan let out a soft moan of appreciation. His body glowed, a beacon of beauty. I wanted to worship him until the sun rose and day broke out.
Morgan rolled over on to his back, exposing himself entirely to me. His legs were spread and his slick fluid trickled in rivulets down his thighs. My eyes couldn’t focus on one part of him because his entire form demanded my attention. He glanced up at me with dark eyes that shone beneath his fluttering lashes.
Meanwhile, I was hard as fuck and it wasn’t getting any better. If I didn’t get inside him soon it felt like I might pop. My knot rippled just beneath the surface of my arousal, like a dog straining at the end of the taut chain. I worried that if it appeared too soon, I wouldn’t be able to enter Morgan at all.
Morgan beckoned. I followed, draping my body over his until our chests were flush. Heat radiated from his body like the sun. He was hot, and he was hard. I felt his cock throbbing against my leg even with his massive belly in the way. His arousal couldn’t wait for my attention any longer.
