Fumbling with Lincoln’s sweats, I only get them past his thigh before I sink straight down on him, hissing in pleasure as his cock fills me. My body is dripping in my jasmine scented slick already.
“Pet, you’re pushing me this morning.” He kicks his legs free of his sweats before cupping my ass so I can lean back and feel him deeper.
“More,” I beg.
“Your Fox will fuck you, Pet. But not hard.” His voice is barely audible, the command of each word like nips over my skin as a reminder as to who is in charge. Lincoln stands keeping his cock inside my body, carefully guiding me to lie over the table.
“Please,” I whimper, almost involuntarily. And he brushes the back of his hand over my lips, silencing my begging. The look in his eyes renders me peaceful. This man holds my submission in his hand, and his heart, and loves me with a deep devotion. Our special relationship is so uniquely our own.
But Lincoln won’t give in to my demand, no matter how I ask, or how many times I beg. None of them will blur the line of pain and pleasure, not at the moment. And I know why, the rather large baby bump is my evil nemesis when it comes to hard and fast sex, but my absolute joy too.
Lincoln drags me to the farthest edge of the table and pulls himself out of my pussy. The tear rolling down my face is one of pent-up frustration.
“Trust, Pet,” he whispers, wiping the tear away before he slathers his cock in my slick then teases my other hole. Lincoln pushes inside me, exquisitely slowly ensuring I feel the burn and stretch of each inch he fills me with. It’s heavenly torture. “Such a hungry omega now, always needing one of us inside you, don’t you?”
He grunts, and I throw my arms back to hold the edge of the table as he starts moving deeper. With another groan he thrusts as deep as he can go, and then he curls his hips and toys with my clit with his thumb.
“Fuck yes!” I howl out, although a hand gets thrown over my lips and everything stops as we wait to see if I woke Blaine up. My baby has supersonic hearing.
Noah whispers harshly in my ear, his hands over my lips. “Lennon, the twins are waiting in the car and you’re getting railed by Lincoln?”
Lincoln chuckles, dark and filthy, and it rumbles through my body making me ache. Of course, he feels me starting to peak and begins moving faster once more. “She is. She’s taunting me with her wicked scent, leaving me with an aching knot.”
“I don’t want you to forget me, is all,” I buck up, and get silenced by Lincoln adding two fingers to my pussy as he continues to fuck my ass, speeding up a little after Noah’s reminder I’m meant to be leaving. Gentle though, still so fucking carefully, it hurts. But I hurt good, my orgasm already spasming through my back like a promise of the pleasure about to follow.
He pushes his thumb to my clit, and it’s like a switch. My body locks up, tighter than a spring coil. “Now, Pet!” And as his beautiful command washes over every part of me, he expects my instant obedience. And I give it all to him. The low moan as I come echoes through our dining room and goes on and on as Lincoln keeps filling me with his hot come.
“Len,” a bark from near me has my eyes bursting open, and I see both Gabriel and Valak in the car shaking their heads. Snatching the phone from Noah, I move the camera down to where Lincoln’s still inside me. Gabe’s wicked laughter is all I hear. “I want the same Daddy privileges he gets!”
“Yeah, well we need to see who the Daddy is first, don’t we?” I whisper, handing the phone back to Noah.
“Perhaps if your ass is in the car as opposed to full of Lincoln’s cock, Lennon, we might be able to leave and get to our appointment and find out,” Valak snaps, making Noah and Lincoln laugh. My poor Valak is so stressed out and has been for eighteen weeks now.
Lincoln circles his fingers in my sopping wet pussy while he answers, “I’ll clean our omega up and change her underwear. Our beautiful woman will be with you in a few minutes. You watch her for me.”
Noah walks off, and a moment later, the noise of him talking to Blaine floats through the baby monitor, filling me with more happiness than one person should probably have in their lifetime. And Lincoln, true to his word, cleans me up with tender touches and sweet kisses, leaving me wiping away my hormonal tears. Again.
He and Noah leave Eos and me at the door to our Darlington unit with promises to look after our baby. And a bet on Gabe being the father.
* * *
Eos stalks ahead.Stopping when I take too long, he swings his velvet black head to see what the problem is. And goddamn those eyes of his are like looking right into Ares soul. There’s no mistaking who my boy’s father is.
I was wrong about ever worrying if I could love Eos the same as Ares, I do. I also trust him with every cell in my body. My boy is black in fur and pure in blood and some days, I can pick up the faintest hints of Ares when I snuggle into him.
Today though, and interestingly exactly the same as Valak, my boy is on high, high, high alert.
I wish I could say that over the past fourteen months we’ve been left alone, but while the danger hasn’t been as constant, it has been no less consuming. Once news broke that Lincoln MacGregor was going to be a father, we attracted a different threat to our happy ever after. Thankfully Patrice, a middle-aged woman who swore Lincoln was her fated, is now getting the help she needs.
These days, it’s almost like we’ve become more distrusting of the world but with good reason. This momma, right here, gets a little demented when we’re out in public. I lost Ares, I nearly lost Bailey, and Valak, and most recently Lincoln—that one haunts me because Patrice’s jealousy was so unexpected.
I will always take our safety and security seriously now. I did before, but the huge scar on Lincoln’s shoulder guts me every time I kiss it.
Without a doubt, we’ve gone over the top in our demands for privacy this morning. That level of demand is usually associated with the uber famous (although our pack is widely known too) and today we’ve asked our specialist obstetrician to meet us before half the city even has their first cup of coffee. We’re also each armed to the hilt, but I suspect we always will be.
Even though I won the court case and the community’s support, the subsequent hold up on getting laws changed through congress has been draining. The community holds the government and our lawmakers’ accountability in their hands. The forthcoming election is proof of that and marks a new era for us as a society, but everything happens slowly and with much noise.
Omegas for the first time in history will take positions of power. Of all people, Jenna the middle-aged, free-spirited, and unshaven omega hippy Bailey interviewed years ago will be our loud and proud leader.
