"You ready?" I asked after stretching him as well as I could with three fingers.
"Past ready," he said. "Need you now."
Fingers coated with slick, I rubbed them on my cock and lined up behind him. I loved entering him at this angle, watching my cock slip inside him inch by inch. He spread his legs wider and arched his back, and I sank into him. Warm and slick, being inside him always felt like coming home.
He moaned when I bottomed out. When I started to pull back, he grabbed my hips to hold me in place while he adjusted to me. "Now," he said when he wanted me to move. Oh, how I loved my bossy omega.
"I love you." The words slipped out as I rocked backward, the lip of my foreskin catching on his rim before I pulled all the way out.
As scared as I'd been to say those three words, all I felt was a rush of affection. I sank back into him and eased him up on to his knees, hugging him against my chest. With my slick hand on his cock and my teeth grazing over the mark I'd left on his neck, I said them again. "I mean it, Gabe. I love you."
He clutched my arm to his chest and moaned. "I love you, too. You're my muse. My everything."
We stopped talking then, letting our bodies speak for us, making slow and deliberate progress toward our blissful destination. I tweaked his nipples with my free hand, and he responded with his cock twitching and his hole constricting around me. He quivered with each touch as we rode the edge, not wanting it to end.
I bit lightly on his mating mark, and he cried out, his body arching, his cum shooting to paint the shelf above the bed with splotches of white before the rest dribbled onto my fingers. His body shook with his release, his channel hugging my cock tightas I unloaded into him, my heart expanding along with my knot as I trailed kisses along his nape.
"Love you," I whispered as I rolled us onto our sides, clutching him to my chest as I spooned around him.
"Love you, too," he said. "I don't know why I waited so long to say it. Pretty sure I was in love the moment I woke up with a meerkat on my chest, that first morning in your apartment."
I chuckled into his shoulder. "He wanted to say hi."
"I'm glad he did." He wriggled against me, undulating his hips.
"Feel good?" I asked.
"Gonna come again, if that's okay."
"Of course it is." I scooped more slick into my palm and added it to the sticky mess on his cock. He whimpered from the touch even as he worked himself into a frenzy on my knot. He shouted my name as he came, and I stroked him through it, relaxing my grip only when he draped his leg over mine to stretch out, and my cock slipped free.
"I might love your knot, too." He tried to annunciate, but his words slurred together.
I kissed his temple. "I love all parts of you."
"Hmm. I love all of you, but your knot … maybe a little more." A few breaths later, and he snored softly.
He didn't wake when I cleaned him up with a warm cloth from the bathroom. I draped him with a soft fleece blanket big enough to cover the whole bed. Who needed pajamas and a comforter? We had love to keep us warm.
Mom knewwhat was happening before I did. She always had a sixth sense about labor, from someone taking an overlong lunchbreak to someone's contractions masquerading as back pain. When it was Gabe, her favorite person outside her own children, she zeroed in on his symptoms and ushered him to bed. When Dr. Ostref showed up at the house fifteen minutes later, Mom feigned ignorance, but I knew the truth.
"You called him," I said as he walked ahead of us to the bedroom.
Gripping my elbow, she pulled me to a stop. "Your mate has been in labor for the last ten hours. His contractions were three minutes apart and getting stronger. It was time."
We found Gabe naked and leaning over the end of the bed. His chest and head rested on a pile of pillows so his back was as flat as a table. I stroked his side, and he flinched.
"Sorry, Sweetheart," I muttered.
"What, I'm not amusing today?" He lifted his head to glare at me.
"You are my joy and my heart, but not amusing, not today." I rested my hands on his hips. "I don't want you to be in pain."
"It's unavoidable, I'm afraid," the doctor said. "He's almost ready to push."
As much as I wanted to punch the doctor in his smug face, I knew he was right. I occupied my hands by running them over Gabe's hips, rubbing in circles, trying to relax his tense muscles.
When Gabe curled in on himself with the next contraction, Dr. Ostref smiled. "That's it, Gabe. Push."
