Remington’s lip quirked to confirm my suspicion. “The pregnancy is making me… needy.”
I leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Want me to take care of you?”
“Please.” He let out a shuddering sigh. “I need my mate’s attention.”
I reached down beneath Remington’s belly and found his cock already half-hard. My poor omega. I huddled in closer to him so he could lean on me while I pleasured him. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a happy sigh, his breath warm against my skin.
I took my time stroking him gently. We were in no rush and I wanted to make him feel as good as possible. His cock was familiar in my hand. I knew what he liked—long, languid touches interspersed with quick pumps.
Remington moaned quietly, burying his face in my chest. Since his belly was so big it was difficult for him to move. I tried to ease his discomfort by putting my other arm around his shoulders and gently petting his chest. When he was nice and aroused, I gently teased his nipples. He yelped and blushed.
“That feels good,” Remington said.
I grinned and tweaked one. “Oh?”
He nodded, his face beet red. He was so cute when he got like this. I loved knowing I was the only person in the world who got to worship his body this way.
“I want your mouth, Nero,” Remington whispered.
I shivered. Fuck, I loved it when he told me exactly what he wanted. I got up carefully and positioned myself between his thighs. His leaking cock stared me in the face. I couldn’t see his expression well past his belly, but I knew he was waiting expectantly so I didn’t dare disappoint him.
I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue and sucking up the familiar taste of him. Remington tensed, then relaxed with a groan. I ran my hands over his thighs as I eased my lips down on his shaft. The sweet taste of his salty skin filled my mouth, making me salivate. Not to brag, but I was damn good at sucking his cock and I showed it off as much as possible—I engulfed his full length, feeling it hit the back of my throat. That always made Remington arch his back and moan. It turned me on fiercely to know how much pleasure I was giving my mate.
His balls twitched as I fondled them while deepthroating him. Remington squirmed, letting out tiny, adorable sounds. Since we met, his walls had slowly come down around me, but when it came to sex, he was always open and honest, letting me see his deepest vulnerability. I didn’t intend to let him down.
I breathed heavily through my nose as I sucked his cock. My blood raced with arousal, making me hard as fuck. But I didn’t touch myself. My attention was focused on Remington. I roamed my hands over his thighs and round belly, loving the way his soft skin felt beneath my fingers.
After a while I felt Remington grip my hair and whimper. “Nero, I’m close,” he said breathlessly.
I nodded slightly, letting him know I was ready. I’d already noticed the telltale signs of his muscles tensing and his thrusts quickening, plus the throbbing of his cock in my mouth. Remington arched his back and let out a cry. A second later he flooded my mouth. Most of his cum went right down my throat so I didn’t get to taste it. Next time.
I bucked my hips wildly against the grass. As Remington came, so did I. The friction combined with the heady scent of Remington’s arousal was enough for me.
I gasped for air when I broke away. I was lightheaded from sucking dick and from my orgasm.
“Need a sec,” I said before collapsing on my back.
“You okay?” Remington asked, panting.
“Yeah. Catching my breath.”
Remington began to laugh, then was abruptly cut off with a sharp cry. It sounded like pain. I bolted upright.
“Remmy?” I asked in a rush.
His gaze was a little unfocused. “Um. Is that wetness from you or is it something else?”
My eyes widened as I glanced down. The gush of wetness was definitely not from me. “Your water broke. Should I get the others?”
Remington nodded and I instantly dashed outside. I was in such a hurry that I didn’t even bother putting on clothes—though it didn’t matter much, since the wild shifters didn’t care. Plus I knew they’d be more worried about Remington than my nudity.
“Guys!” I called out. “We need help!”
The omegas ran over in a flash. I noticed Red in the background huddling the kids away to occupy them during Remington’s birth. The alphas hung back too out of respect for Remington’s privacy.
The three men were surprisingly calm, even Sage. They must have known that Remington needed support instead of being sensationalizing.
“Did your water break just now?” Morgan asked. His deep voice was soothing, even to me.
