CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Preston
Nightshade Bear Territory
After I caught my breath, I scooted up the bed and kissed Wess again.
He was still a little spacey in his post-orgasmic bliss.
Still, he kissed me hard and ran a hand up and down my chest and belly.
I spent a lot of time on forums during my first pregnancy and read so many omegas complaining that their partners didn’t want to have sex with them while they were pregnant.
Some worried for the safety of the pregnancy (most are fine unless you have certain complications) or just didn’t find them attractive.
I didn’t have to worry about that last time around because I was single.
So I wanted to show Wess that I was anything but fragile.
I didn’t worry that he’d lose his attraction to me.
We were true-mates who planned this, however loosely, together.
Plus, attraction wasn’t like a set of keys you laid down and could never find again.
He turned to his side to face me, deepening the kiss running his hand over my hip and down to the curve of my ass.
After a few promising squeezes his fingers slipped between my cheeks.
I was already slick. Just sucking on him had almost been enough to make me cum.
Maybe that was all the pregnancy hormones floating around my body.
Maybe it was because our mateship was so new or maybe he was just that fucking delicious when his dick throbbed against my tongue.
His nimble fingers teased my slick hole before sliding inside and rocking back out.
I pressed back against his hand, wanting – needing more.
Everything inside me buzzed and burnt for him even as his fingers woke up my sleeping nerve endings.
I let my brain blank out everything else and took ahold of my dick.
Wess watched my fist slide over it again and again until his dick stood back up too.
Then in a blur of motion I was on my back, knees up by my chest.
“So much for him thinking we’re fragile,” my bear teased inside my thoughts as a squeak of surprised escape my lips.
Wess kissed away the squeak, sweeping his tongue around my mouth as his fingers found my slick hole again.
The smell of joint arousal filled the bedroom and sank into all the nooks and crannies, marking our territory again.
His fingers sank into me over and over until they were coated in my slickness.
I licked my lips as he ran those same fingers over his once again throbbing cock, lubricating himself before pressing his thick mushroom-shaped head against my opening.
Little happy sparks shot off inside my head as the familiar pressure of his cock opened my body and slid inside, making room for itself.
I pulled him close, needing his body against me to chase away all the bullshit of the day.
My heart thrummed fast and hard, burning through the anxiety and adrenaline that built up from all the danger and chaos.
Both women still roamed free, but they hadn’t won.
We were still here! We were still alive!
More than that – I was pregnant! We were already growing another life, and they were still out there being hateful assholes.
And now we used all that pent up energy to grind out our emotions between our bodies.
Wess sank deep into me, and I wrapped my limbs around him so that he had to stay close.
We kissed again, slower this time as we found the familiar rhythm between our bodies.
I nibbled on his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth and reveling in the coppery tang that flavored the kiss.
He growled against my lips and sank into me hard and fast. I squeaked against his mouth, the noise morphing into a moan as he withdrew slowly, brushing against every last nerve ending inside my omegahole.
My nails dug into his back and our breaths came in heavy pants between kisses as we ground our way toward our mutual bliss.
Pleasure spiraled over my body until I couldn’t think of anything else except all the sensations passing back and forth over our mating link.
Everything inside me drew up close, tight, and heavy but Wess didn’t relent.
Bracing himself up on his hands, his thrusts came harder and faster, morphing my brain into a puddle of goo that only wanted more – only needed more.
With one hand, he reached between our bodies and took hold of my dick. He fisted along me in sync with his rocking thrusts sinking deep into me. I bit my lips and then growled, holding back the bearish roar that longed to escape my throat.
“Either put your hand over your mouth or I’ll have to stop stroking, mate,” he said and I bit my fist until I tasted my own coppery blood.
The little stings were worth it as he pounded into me, taking away the stress of the day and replacing it with wave after wave of sensations that my brain could barely wrap itself around.
“Close!” I growled over our mating link even if I didn’t need to. “So close! Fuck! Harder!”
I didn’t have to ask Wess twice. His hand disappeared from my dick and reappeared braced next to my head.
He met my gaze and let go of himself, thrusting with abandon into me, giving me hard, long strokes until a little line of blood ran down one of my knuckles and my hard dick twitched between our bodies.
I came hard, growling against my fist. Wess’s thrusts didn’t slow down.
He kept at it until his dick twitched inside me.
Every little move he made drew out my orgasm and rattled my brains just a little bit more.
He shook again inside and thrust once, twice, three more times before coating my insides with the proof of his pleasure.
My bear made a mumbled joke about how this was how we ended up pregnant in the first place, but I was too breathless to laugh.
Wess kissed me over and over as our bodies continued their grind until not another drop of pleasure could be milked from either of us.
We fell into a tangle of limbs, and I thought about dozing off. Only, we couldn’t bring in the baby until we showered and changed the sheets.
“You shower first. I’ll do the laundry part. Then you can get the baby while I shower. Unless you want to do it the other way around,” Wess said and stole a kiss,already slipping out of bed.
“Put some pants on before you take the laundry out, huh? We’re not shy bears, but Mori doesn’t need to see where my babies come from now,” I managed a sleepy laugh.