Chapter 19 Viol #2
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 was that needy.
“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.
“Hmph. I want to be down here,” Poppy said mildly.
His unexpected sass made me chuckle. I carded my fingers fondly through his hair.
“All right, you win. Go ahead and s—”
My failed words came out as a choked cry.
With unmatched speed and grace, Poppy already had his lips wrapped around the head of my cock.
The ripple of pleasure that rocketed up my spine made me stand ramrod-straight, and I breathed hard through my nose in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.
Didn’t need the whole damned nosy family stumbling in to see Poppy blowing me in the kitchen.
But Poppy gave me a run for my money, and keeping my trap shut was harder than expected. His mouth was fucking heavenly. Wet, velvety, slick; a symphony of sensation that felt fucking incredible to sink my cock into.
My mind went blank as I succumbed to pure ecstasy.
I bit my tongue to stop myself from moaning out loud, but I couldn’t stop the little grunts and breaths of pleasure that escaped me.
It all felt too damn good. I focused on running my fingers through Poppy’s hair to ground myself.
The fluffy, silky strands cascaded over my hands like flowing water. He was beautiful. Perfect.
I choked down a hiss as Poppy hummed softly around my cock.
The vibration electrified me. My nerves were on fire, charged and dancing with glee.
The pleasure came at me hard and fast, like I was pent up and denied release, but I wasn’t.
It just felt that amazing. Why was Poppy so fucking good at this?
As his slow, deliberate tongue caressed my sensitive flesh, I found myself barreling towards the edge. My cock and heartbeat both throbbed. My pulse ran hot as lava. My fingers curled in Poppy’s hair as I tried to rein myself back, but I couldn’t stop it—his mouth was just too fucking hot.
I came with a stifled groan, wave after wave of pleasure rolling down my spine. Once the stars faded and I could think again, I gasped for air. Poppy had already swallowed my load and pulled off, wiping the corner of his mouth with a mischievous smile.
My legs trembled. I grabbed the nearest chair and collapsed into it, pulling my pants back up. “Fuck,” I muttered, still breathless. “You’re so, so hot.”
He looked pleased with himself—in more ways than one. I noticed the tent in front of his sweats. “Really?”
I nodded and patted my knees. “Come here.”
Poppy sat in my lap, draping his arms around my shoulders. He didn’t fuss as I snaked my hand past his waistband and found his erection. He shivered as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly. I could tell he was already close, too.
He let out a shaky breath as he rested his head on top of mine. “Mm... That’s so nice...”
I bit my lip. Just knowing Poppy was turned on by my touch was enough to get me half hard again.
Head to head, we shared each other’s warm breath while I kept stroking him. His frame jerked and twitched. His whispered moans were lost in my hair. I held his back firmly as he went boneless, leaning his full weight on me as he lost himself to pleasure.
Poppy shuddered. He buried his face in my hair, biting back a high moan as he finished in my hand. Then he stilled, contentedly nuzzling my head.
I smiled at how relaxed he felt sitting in my lap. He trusted me to hold him upright, to make sure he didn’t fall. And I sure as hell wouldn’t ever let him go.
Suddenly, Poppy bolted upright.
I scrambled to grab his back so the abrupt motion wouldn’t knock him over.
“Poppy?” I asked.
He stared blankly into space for a second before focusing his round gaze on me.
And then I knew we were about to be parents.