4. Feels Like Heat
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FEELS LIKE HEAT
O ne of the most frustrating things about Emre’s pregnancy, were the hormones.
He writhed on his mattress, fingers stuffed into himself, but they weren’t fucking enough.
He needed something big and hard, deep inside him.
He needed to be knotted.
He needed to be pounded into the bed.
But he had no money for even a toy, and he felt so empty, he could cry.
“Please,” he whimpered into his pillow, rutting helplessly against the mattress.
He dripped slick everywhere, but he couldn’t get the angle right with his fingers.
“Oh, gods, please. This isn’t working.”
“Emre?” Zenith rumbled from two apartments away.
Heat jolted through Emre’s body, and precum shot out of his cock.
He buried his face in his pillow.
“I-I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Zenith sounded concerned.
“You’ve been like this for a while now.”
Has he been listening this whole time?
Did he hear me beg?
Emre’s entire head burned.
“I...”
“Would you like me to come over?”
Emre’s ass made so much slick, he ached.
“Y-you’re busy.”
“I can take a break.”
“I d-don’t know. You don’t have to help.”
“Let me come over.”
Emre moaned at the thought of Zenith’s hands on him, touching his sensitive parts.
Zenith ‘coming’ over.
“Fuck. I’ll be right there.” Sounds came from Zenith’s apartment.
Then his footsteps thumped down the hallway, and he knocked on the door.
He’s right outside.
Emre writhed again.
He stumbled out of bed completely naked, flopping against the front door.
When he somehow managed to open it, Zenith exhaled sharply like he’d been punched in the gut.
Emre wasn’t sure what the alpha was seeing.
His skinny body?
The ribs showing?
His nipples leaking?
Or his hard cock, red and desperate for touch?
“Here,” Zenith growled, stepping in.
“Tell me what you need.”
Slick trickled down Emre’s thighs.
“I-I need...” He took big, sobbing breaths.
“Your cock.”
“Fuck.” Zenith palmed his bulge and glanced around.
“Is it okay if I help you with this in my apartment? It’s more comfortable there.”
Emre nodded.
“Gotta get Abbie.”
“Where’s she?”
“Bathroom. Bring Buttwheel too.”
Abbie was sleeping in the cart on a thick, soft layer of blankets.
Zenith grasped Buttwheel by the handle and led it to the front door.
He’d grabbed the bath towel too, wrapping Emre up in it.
“C’mon.”
Instead of expecting Emre to follow, he scooped Emre up in one arm, grabbed the keys, and stepped out.
Emre wasn’t sure what was going on.
One moment, he was drooling at Zenith’s pecs stretching his shirt.
The next moment, he was on Zenith’s bed, and the sheets were so soft beneath him.
It smelled like Zenith in here, faint smoke and the concentrated musk of Zenith’s arousal and cum.
Emre buried his face in the sheets, his precum squirting all over the inside of his towel.
“Wait here for me,” Zenith murmured.
He left the bedroom and spoke quietly to Buttwheel.
Then he returned, closed the bedroom door almost all the way, and began stripping off his clothes.
Zenith’s body was all hard lines, flat nipples on his lush pecs, his abs clearly defined.
His shoulders rolled and his biceps flexed, and Emre moaned, staring at the hard cock jutting up when Zenith stepped out of his pants.
Precum had smeared all over Zenith’s cock, leaving it glistening.
It would push inside Emre so easily, wouldn’t it?
“It’s so big,” Emre moaned, wriggling out of his towel.
“Need. Need you inside.” He got up on all fours and shoved his hips high in the air, like an offering.
“Fuck.” Zenith was upon him in seconds.
He pinned Emre with his entire body, all hot skin, his chest on Emre’s back, his velvety cock sliding sinfully between Emre’s thighs.
Emre dripped onto his length.
But Zenith didn’t touch his sensitive parts immediately.
Instead, he braced his weight with one large hand on the bed, splaying his other hand across Emre’s chest.
He smoothed his fingertips over Emre’s collarbones and reached up to cup his throat.
Emre panted, completely at his mercy.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I saw you,” Zenith growled in his ear, sliding his hand down to rub Emre’s nipples.
“Your pert nipples—” he squeezed both, until milk trickled down his fingers and Emre writhed “—your round belly—” he dragged his hand lower, smoothing his palm in a wide circle to cover Emre’s belly in his scent “—your hard, hungry little cock.”
Instead of touching it, Zenith slid his hand down Emre’s inner thigh, sending a cascade of tingles through Emre’s skin.
“Please touch me,” Emre whimpered, clutching at the sheets.
“But I am touching you,” Zenith whispered.
“Maybe you should tell me where you want my hand.”
Emre burned with embarrassment.
“On m-my c-cock.”
Even the thought of it made him throb, his balls tight and aching.
“That’s it. You’re so good for me.” Zenith dragged his hand back up, cupping and squeezing Emre’s sac briefly, before running his fingertips up the underside of Emre’s length, lines of pleasure that made him leak.
“Is this enough?”
Emre shook his head quickly.
“Such a pretty cock,” Zenith growled, circling Emre’s tip with his thumb.
“All wet for me.”
Slowly, he closed his fist around Emre, stroking him base to tip.
Emre cried out, needing more.
He was so close.
But Zenith took his hand away.
Emre snarled in frustration.
Zenith held him down.
“So gorgeous,” Zenith murmured in his ear.
“Do you know how beautiful you are? The way you’re so sensitive, moaning when I touch you.”
He slid his fist down Emre’s cock again, squeezed his balls, then reached behind them.
Emre squirmed.
“But?—”
“But that’s not where you want me, is it? Touching your cock isn’t enough. You need me here.” Zenith slipped his hand further back, rubbing his taint and the drenched pucker of his hole.
And Zenith swore, pressing his fingers harder against Emre’s entrance.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking wet for me. Loose and ready to take my big cock.”
Emre moaned.
“Now. Now, please.”
“Open your legs wide. Show me how hungry you are for my cock.”
Emre panted, shuffling his knees apart until everything between his legs felt completely exposed.
Zenith leaned away; cool air rushed across Emre’s back.
Zenith wanted to see.
Emre reached down and pried his cheeks apart, raising his ass higher so there was nothing between them.
Zenith groaned.
His gaze was heavy between Emre’s cheeks, right on his hole.
“So perfect for me.” He pressed his hands over Emre’s, dipping his thumb between Emre’s cheeks to caress his entrance.
Emre jerked and clenched.
“I’m going to let my cock stretch you wide. I’m going to pound deep inside you, fuck against your prostate until you come, and come again.”
Emre shuddered, rocking back, trying to tempt Zenith into his body.
“Now. Now, please.”
Zenith trailed his fingertip around Emre’s hole.
Then he pushed two in, swirling them around.
Emre whimpered.
“More.”
“Fuck. You don’t need me to prep your pretty hole, do you? You just need to be opened with my cock.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Emre’s entire body ached with desperation.
He reached behind, but he couldn’t get his fingers around Zenith’s cock.
Zenith rumbled.
He pushed his length between Emre’s cheeks, letting its weight grind against Emre’s hole.
Then he rocked back, and hot precum shot onto Emre’s pucker.
“Do you like that?” Zenith growled, covering Emre’s body with his own.
“Want me to paint your insides with my precum?”
Emre moaned.
The next thing he knew, Zenith’s blunt tip was pushing into his hole, stretching him, inch after inch of his thick cock sinking deeper.
He was so fucking big.
Sounds fell out of Emre, and he couldn’t stop shaking.
Zenith pressed his hand over Emre’s mouth.
“Shh. I need you to be quiet.”
And he fucked in, grinding sweetly against Emre’s prostate.
Emre screamed and came, pleasure crashing through him.
“That’s it. Clench around my cock. Come around me,” Zenith panted.
“ Fuck, you just keep sucking me down like you’re begging for my cum.” He began to push deeper, rocking in until all Emre knew was his alpha’s cock owning him completely.
“More, more,” he whimpered.
“You’re so fucking hungry for me,” Zenith hissed.
He pressed his teeth against the back of Emre’s neck.
Emre shuddered.
“Taking my cock so eagerly like you’re made for it. You just want me to fuck all the way inside, fuck you senseless until you’re coming all over me, taking every drop of my cum.”
Emre came around him a second time, scrabbling at the sheets, his body so full, he couldn’t think.
“I’ve been saving up such a huge load for you,” Zenith growled in his ear.
He was thrusting deeper with every stroke, keeping Emre open and impaled.
With his other hand, he played with Emre’s nipples, until they tingled and Emre’s cock leaked nonstop.
“I’ll fill you with so much cum, it’ll pour out of your pretty ass when I pull out.”
“No,” Emre cried.
“I want it inside.”
“Oh? Not all over your body?” Zenith murmured.
“Covering your cock and hole, showing everyone you belong to me?”
Emre shuddered.
“ Oh. I want.”
“You’ll smell like mine,” Zenith rasped.
“Smell like I’m the one who knocked you up, like I’m the one who bred you.”
“Yes,” Emre whispered.
Gods, if only Zenith had been the one to put the baby in his belly.
“I want you to knock me up.”
“Fuck!” Zenith’s cock swelled in his ass; he pushed deeper yet, and paused.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it. All of it. Please. Please claim?—”
Emre stopped himself before he could say Please claim me and my pup.
It was too soon.
But gods, he wanted to belong to Zenith.
He felt so safe in Zenith’s arms; he felt like a treasure.
Zenith breathed out shakily against Emre’s nape.
“Yeah. I’ll claim you. And your pup.”
Emre whimpered when Zenith reached down, rubbing his hand all over Emre’s round belly.
“Mine,” Zenith growled, thrusting deeper.
“When you have my cum inside you, everything in you will be mine.”
“Yes.” Emre’s voice broke.
“ Please. ”
Zenith groaned.
He ran his hand over Emre’s chest, tugging on his nipples so they leaked.
Then he pushed his cock in, deeper and deeper until his balls pressed against Emre’s ass, and Emre could only pant with how full he felt, stuffed with his alpha’s cock.
“Mine.” With every thrust, Zenith ground against Emre’s prostate, sending a burst of pleasure up his spine.
Emre pressed his face against the bed, on the verge of coming again.
“Deeper,” he pleaded.
“Harder.”
Zenith thrust in, nailing Emre’s prostate so sweetly that Emre screamed, his balls writhing as cum shot out of him.
“Beautiful,” Zenith groaned.
His thrusts grew shorter, harder, his breathing turning ragged.
He gripped Emre’s hip.
Then he came with a low snarl, warmth shooting deep into Emre’s body.
His knot was beginning to swell at the base of his cock when he pulled out.
“No,” Emre cried.
“Shh. Just for a bit. I’m going to put it back inside.”
Emre watched from between his legs as Zenith shot cum into his own cupped palm.
When it overflowed, Zenith slid his cock back into Emre’s body, easing his growing knot inside.
He began to smear his cum all over Emre’s cock and balls, and his asscheeks too.
“Mine,” Zenith panted.
“Feel how you’re mine now?” He slid his wet fist down Emre’s cock so it smelled intensely like his cum.
“It’s all over your hole, too. And it’s deep inside you. Claiming you. You’re mine now, no one else’s.”
It was such a relief that Emre went limp against him.
“Yes.”
Zenith’s knot swelled so much that it shoved against Emre’s prostate, a round, heavy pressure that made Emre’s eyes roll back.
“Now, the rest of my cum will be sealed inside you,” Zenith murmured.
“Breeding you.”
Emre sobbed, pushing his ass firmly onto Zenith to keep him locked inside.
Zenith groaned.
And he began to roll his hips, massaging Emre with his knot until Emre came, and came again.
By the time Zenith had stopped coming inside him, they were both relaxed, lying on their sides in Zenith’s bed.
Zenith was wrapped snug around Emre, and Emre was nodding off.
“You did so well,” Zenith murmured, rubbing Emre’s belly.
Then he paused, his breath catching.
“I—I said a lot of things while we were mating. Do you still want...?”
“What...?” Emre blinked himself awake, panicking.
“Do you not want?—”
“I want you to be my mate.”
Emre sagged, beyond relieved.
“Oh. I’m—I don’t have much to give you in return.”
“You can provide me with a family.” Zenith stroked Emre’s belly.
“You don’t have to give me an answer immediately. But I would like to be Abbie’s Papa. And this baby’s, too.”
Emre’s heart thumped.
All his instincts wanted to say yes.
But these were his pups, and he’d been beaten too many times to give anyone power over his pups so easily.
“Let—Let me think about it.”
“Of course.” Zenith stroked down Emre’s arm, his touch comforting.
“Take as much time as you want. I just wanted to know... Your scars.”
Emre hunched his shoulders, ashamed.
“What about them?”
“How many people gave you those scars?”
“Just Ronald.”
Zenith’s chest vibrated with a low growl; he tensed against Emre’s back.
“He shouldn’t have done that to you. No worthy alpha would hurt their omega.”
Emre sighed.
“I met him after the fire. He tried to separate me from my friends so no one would see how badly he was hurting me.”
“That fucker!” Zenith growled again.
Emre hesitated.
“Also... you should probably know that he’s still out there somewhere. He might come after me. I only managed to leave him a month ago, after he almost broke my arm.”
Zenith swore.
“You should move in with me.”
“But we don’t even know each other that well!”
“Then we’ll get to know each other,” Zenith growled.
“I’m not letting you sleep in that apartment unprotected.”
“Sometimes I have nightmares. What if I kick you?”
“It’s fine. I’ll wake you up from them.”
Emre looked over his shoulder, meeting Zenith’s eyes.
“You know this all sounds too good to be true, right?”
Zenith’s gaze grew shadowed.
“It’s about time things became easier for you.”
Emre swallowed hard.
He didn’t believe that things could get easier.
But with one pup relying on him and another on the way, he didn’t have much choice at all.