Poppy smiled as I spread them in front of him. He had to sit a little further back from the table, thanks to his big belly. “Thank you.”
I dragged a seat close to him and sat down, watching his every move. He didn’t seem to mind as he popped the first animal cracker in his mouth. I watched my mate happily devour the miniature creatures for a while before he turned to me with a cracker pinched between his fingers.
“Here. They’re good,” Poppy encouraged.
I closed my mouth over the animal cracker. It was pretty good. But I couldn’t focus on the taste because my lips had brushed Poppy’s skin, sending a crackle of electricity through me.
I knew Poppy noticed because of the knowing gleam in his eyes. His gentle smile turned sly.
“You know, Viol...” He dropped his hand to his lap, where it crawled closer to brush against my fingers. “The other omegas mentioned that sex can induce labor.”
My mouth went dry. “A-are you close enough for that?”
Poppy replied with a solemn nod. He’d always been in tune with his body, and I trusted his judgment.
Which meant...
My gaze dropped to his belly, round with our egg. My pulse quickened. It was all happening so fast. After the egg was laid, it wouldn’t take long for it to hatch, for our baby to enter the world...
Poppy’s fingers wrapped around my hand and squeezed it delicately.
“Here?” I asked, swallowing. “In the kitchen?”
“Nobody’s around,” Poppy said innocently. “We could clean up afterwards...”
I grinned at his unrestrained suggestion. I hadn’t realized my mate wasthatneedy.
“You’re incorrigible,” I teased.
He flashed a picturesque pair of puppy dog eyes. I was lured in by his charms and totally unable to resist.
Shit, I was unwilling to resist, too.
I leaned in to capture Poppy in a slow, leisurely kiss. His impatience quickly shone through. He moaned softly, pushing back hard as his tongue lapped at my lips in a demand for more.
My mate’s insistence sent a pulse of desire straight down to my balls. I sat forward in my seat and spread my legs to make room for my now-throbbing dick. It never took me long to get hard with Poppy, but this pent-up version of him got me there faster than usual.
Heat flushed my body as we made out. Soon I was in danger of tearing through the fly of my damned pants. The lack of space down there became such a problem that I rose from my seat and stood over Poppy, still crushing my mouth against his. He reached for my shirt, clutching it with his delicate fingers, refusing to let me pull away.
But during the next break for air, Poppy whispered: “Remember when you said you’d let me return the favor another time?”
My cock twitched as realization hit me like a frying pan to the face.
I stared at my mate, breathless, as he flashed a slow, sultry smile.
“I’m going to do that now,” he declared.
I hissed through my teeth as I tried not to come on the spot. “If you’re sure,” I ground out. “But I’m not letting you suck me off on your knees on the hard kitchen floor.”
He pouted. “I’m too riled up to move somewhere else.”
“Then wait there.”
Poppy waited obediently while I fetched him an acceptable pillow. He perked up at our compromise, kneeling gingerly on the pillow while I remained standing. As much as I wanted him to be comfortable and safe, the sight of my pregnant mate on his knees was fucking hot.
“Get up if your legs start hurting,” I requested. “Don’t stay down there for my sake.”
When he glanced up at me from beneath his pale eyelashes, he looked halfway irritated.
