“Sweetheart, you could make anyone into a devotee,” I groaned, and I heard Alexei’s grunt of pleasure as she reached back to him too, her head thrown back as she took one cock in each hand, rhythmically stroking them both until we all came together in messy, dripping, wet togetherness, our Omega’s colostrum sending streams of milk down her breasts.
I put trembling fingers up to her nipples, as I settled her on hands and knees, fitting her wet and ready channel over Alexei’scock as I scrambled upright, licking my chin eagerly, loving how her release soaked into my skin.
“You’re filling with milk already,” I marveled. “What a clever, beautiful, sweet Omega. Let me relieve this pressure here, and maybe it’ll help you go into labor.”
My two thumbs rubbed each nipple carefully, cupping her heavy breasts as each of Alexei’s thrusts from behind shook them and sent milk spraying into my face.
I was overcome with emotion and I captured one nipple with my mouth, suckling gently, the honey-sweet liquid going down my throat as she cried out in ecstasy.
Alexei’s release spilled into my lap as I pulled her into my arms.
Then suddenly, I felt her belly tighten, harder this time than the Braxton-Hicks ones she’d been having off and on for a week.
“Was that a contraction?”Alexei gasped, instantly dropping to his stomach in front of Jessabella and pressing his ear to Jessabella’s belly.
She held her breath for a second, her beautiful face wincing.
“Yes, it was. Ouch, that one hurt.”
But I was already moving, getting the labor bag I had meticulously packed and re-packed a hundred times, and pulling soft sweatpants on her.
We made it to the hospital as quickly as we could, and by the time we got into the labor and delivery room, her contractions were 5-7 minutes apart.
Alexei got out the birthing ball and Jessabella began to bounce gently up and down on it, breathing in quick little gasps as each contraction hit.
“Slow down, baby girl,” I encouraged her. “Look at me. Pant-pant-blow. Pant-pant-blow.”
She met my eyes with her beautiful blue ones, and the prickle of our mate connection tingled through me as she followed my lead.
Pant-pant-blow
Pant-pant-blow
But eight hours later I felt like I was unravelling inside as sweat poured down my front, sides, and back. Dr. Horák assured me this was perfectly normal for a first-time mom and Jessabella and our baby were doing great.
She had moved to the hospital bed and I held her hand tightly as the nurse measured her.
“Almost ten centimeters dilated now. Do you feel any urge to push?”
“Just starting to,” Jessabella grunted.
“Ice?” Alexei asked, putting a cool cloth on her sticky forehead and she nodded eagerly as he carefully poured a few tiny crunchy cubes in her mouth.
“Oh, oh, I do have to push!” she suddenly cried, her face tensing up and her hands gripping the side rails so tightly her knuckles were white.
“You’ve got this!” I encouraged, feeling anxiety and excitement pulse through me. “Doctor! We need the doctor!”
I stood up so fast I got dizzy, and Alexei had to put a hand on my shoulder to calm me down.
“Sit down, bro. She doesn’t need you fainting all over the floor, and if you do, you’ll miss it!”
I sat down, letting her grip my hand instead of the rail, my heartbeat pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would burst free.
It seemed an interminable amount of time, breathing in and out, my entire world narrowed down to Jessabella’s breathing, her sharp intake of pain with each contraction.
I wanted to take the pain from her so hard tears were prickling at my eyes as my throat was dry as a bone.
My eyes were glued on where her feet were up in the stirrups, her whole lower belly tensing with each contraction.
