Chapter Fifteen
Wallace
Roan paced their bedroom with huffs of frustration, arms folded over his chest. The jutting weight of his belly protruded above the cloth of his covering, firm and defiant, much like he was.
I couldn’t hide the smile and inviting curl of my tail.
His slanted gaze narrowed at the gesture, but as much as his attitude sucked, his tail told me all I needed to know. I loved cracking that pissy exterior.
“When is this stupid lockdown going to end? We’ve had every single seam of this place checked twice, scanned daily, and we already know I’m immune to Colthraxian parasitism.” Roan groaned, his gait uneven, more so than the day before.
“Once they figure out how many crazy-ass Colthraxians we have running about unchecked.” I waved a hand dismissively before standing and corralling Roan back to our bed. One that he’d tirelessly rearranged the blankets and cushions on a dozen times in the last day or so.
“That could be forever! I need to find a new crew, pack things, and determine a plan of action. I have almost no clothes that fit me even without this.” He gestured at his belly frantically. “And I’ve not seen Noel’s egg or Fel’s egg.”
“You’ve seen the egg. Robard and Kris are snuggled in with him and it so protectively. That child is going to be spoiled rotten!” I shook my head in genuine amusement.
“But I’ve not seen Fel’s egg.” He almost whined, and the amusement I fought to keep off my face showed in a flick of my tail.
“Jackass.” He huffed and continued pacing, stooping with a grumble. “And my everything down there burns, and I’m too full, and I keep getting these sharp stabbing pains. I don’t need the stress.”
“You need to hurry up and have our eggs.” I shrugged, excitement bubbling in my chest as he valiantly overlooked every symptom of labor.
“I can’t just make it happen like that!” He self-consciously rubbed the side of his stomach and winced, giving me a filthy glare.
“I have no doubt that if you truly wanted to, you could will it so. You’re determined.
” I stood and drew him back to our bed, nestling him into the indentation of cushions and covers.
With soft kisses, I pacified him into a lull of complacency that ended with a hiss of discomfort and a soft whimper that he choked off the end of a breath.
“Your flattery will get you nowhere, sir.” Roan leaned into my side and took a deep breath before rubbing his face into my chest and neck, something I often saw Noel and Vil do, not scent marking but venom, protecting me in his own way.
I worshiped the scar on his neck where I’d marked him as my own and relished his little muted whimper.
“Stop! You have me squirming away here like some mewling kitten.” He huffed.
“I’m trying to distract you. You’re tetchier than Doc was when he went into labor. At least he surrendered to it. You’re just fighting it.”
“I am not. I’m just uncomfortable!” Roan elbowed me with a thudding jab before shrieking and scooting up the bed to plant his back against the headboard with a fierce gasp of sensation. “Holy fucking cock-sucking Revulon wood chipper nuts!”
Mentally, I filed that particular expulsion away for another day and reached for his belly as he gripped a hand over his groin. “Roan?”
“Nothing!”
“Doc and Noel bitched a lot about their layings, and I listened to the same speech that Doc gave you about the birth. Now, did your cock shoot back up inside you?” I gave him what I hoped was my best blank stare and earned a reserved nod.
“I didn’t think it’d actually feel like that!” Roan shuddered visibly. “Fuck!”
I followed his lead as he struggled to remove his undergarments and clothing, what little of it omegas wore, legs spread as if his very core wanted to split open. “Can I call Doc?”
Roan gave me a dirty look before a churlish nod. “Tish, call Doc and tell him to come.”
Roan’s brow twisted as Tish beeped in acknowledgement, and I pursed my lips. Merriel was rubbing off on her.
“What the fuck is that?” Roan half whispered as he stared at the flowing ceiling.
“Something Merriel does not to interrupt convos; means he heard you and is on it.” I shrugged, and he nodded with a soft huh noise.
A second later, a call came in, and I threw a blanket over Roan’s lap before the feed opened and Doc popped up before us. “On my way. Fel can’t come. He’s gone a little bit feral. Something about Noel being an omega’s dominant pattern makes them less hissy.”
“Good to know.” I saluted Doc and earned a toothy grin. “Who is coming with you?”
“Zurok. He was so busy with the scouring that he hasn’t gotten a chance to witness or train on a birth. Roan’s is the only twin this round, so we don’t know what to expect.” Doc’s hand waved me off.
“And the pain relief?” Roan gritted the words out as if it was far more painful to ask for the reprieve than to deal with the birthing pain naturally.
“Of course. On it.” Doc milled around in his video while two feral little ones ran wild in the background. “And Vil told me to give this to you, Roan.”
The exasperation in his voice trailed off as he held up his middle finger and Roan hissed and grumbled.
If anything, it reminded me that Roan was with it.
“Give him two in response. No, wait. Teach that to Nexus.” Roan held up two middle fingers, and Doc rolled his eyes.
“C’mere, Nex! Uncle Doc has something cool to show you.” Doc cut the feed, and Roan grinned until whatever pressure and pain culminated in his belly enough that he couldn’t take it anymore, and he cried out and shuddered.
“Well, since your dick’s jerked back up in you, it shouldn’t be all that long?” I smiled at Roan hopefully and earned a huff of annoyance filtered through sharp breaths and a squirm of his anxious body.
“You’re a dick, jerk.” His petulant response made me laugh until he swatted at me with a fierce grunt of pressure. “I’ve spent days feeling like shit, and it didn’t hit me until too late.”
“That’s why it’s important to stay near your nest.” I nuzzled up to support him.
“Fuck you.” Roan exhaled slowly, but didn’t spurn my affections.
“I think that’s what started this. Wouldn’t change a thing. My only holdup about ever raising a babe was diapers, and Naleucians don’t need them!” He forced a smile and wheezed through pressure and pain that I would know nothing of.
“I’ll take care of as many nasty parts as needed to spare you, princess.” I nipped his pointed ear, relishing the dusty color of his flesh, the floral and sky hues of it never failing to leave a smile on my face.
“Dammit, if I don’t hate that.” Roan exhaled slowly.
“No queens in Paradise,” I said, flinching when he kicked the blankets away with a harsh groan to reveal a growing wet patch in our bed.
“Too right.” Roan heaved a harsh sigh, and from the hitch of his breath and sudden clench of his gut, told me he was straining. “Feels like things are ripping apart down there. Want to check for me?”
I absolutely did not want to check for him, but rather like being caught in orbit of a proto planet with a frozen and Narthak parasitized Galthinian beast full of enough holes to aggravate even the least of tryptophobes, I had to look.
Legally obligated. As if it were the shittiest beer I’d ever tasted, announcing it made everyone else obligated to taste to confirm. So, I did as curiosity demanded.
I pulled away and leaned forward, gently nudging his thigh to the side to stare at his ventral slit.
And with every heaving breath, it pulsed, opening wider and wider, the seam between his slit and anus splitting open to reveal meaty flesh, raw and streaked with far less blood than should have come from such a tear.
Further proof that evolution knew what it was doing.
“Progenitors’ sake, this fucking sucks! You’d think I’d enjoy getting my ass stretched, but fuck.” Roan panted through a pulsing quiver and I pulled away, refusing to stare further at his glistening insides becoming outsides.
“I mean, historically, the Naleucians have the least instances of birth mortality rates in the known universe.” I shrugged, hoping that helped, but he only shot me a filthy look.
“If it wasn’t for the fact I needed another sperm donor to get this way, I’d be on the fence about ever fucking you again.” Roan heaved a sharp breath and pushed, abdominal muscles clenching tight.
“Even when I do that thing with my tongue?” I flicked the tip of my pointed tongue and curled it in a slow invitation that mimicked the curl of my tail.
“Okay, oral sex only. Forever. No reciprocation.”
“Eh. Getting my partner off is enough. I could cream my pants and knot air, hearing that squeak of a moan that clenches your throat when you come.”
“Oh…fuck. Fuck fuck fuuuuck!” Roan clenched and gave a shuddering breath that made his entire body spasm. “Do not try to get me hard while this is happening. That sensation is wholly unwelcome right now…”
“I shall abstain.” I laughed and returned to holding him, my tail doing a gentle stroking of his tail as he pushed and snarled, rolling over in a breath to spread his legs and force himself into a better position. I supported him as best I could.
“Hold off, they’ll be here any moment.” I spoke in my most soothing tone, and he shook his head.
He heaved a harsh breath and pushed, a sob caught in his throat that ended with a wretch of strain.
A sparkle of perspiration dotted his brow, and dark-indigo locks hung about his lowered head, gently flicking with his harsh breaths.
“I don’t think I can wait.” Roan’s whisper caught with a hitch and ended with a fierce howl of pain and stress, a sharp gasp, and the wet splatter and thud of something hitting our bed.
My heart skipped a beat as silence spread like a drop of ink in water, slowly and in amorphous patterns mapped to our own turbulence.
Little sounds like a distant door unlocking at Merriel’s prompting and a scatter of feet broke it before Roan dropped his head to the bed and gave a rough breath. “Don’t touch it.”