Page 51 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Don't get a visible boner. Please don't get a visible boner.

It was undeniably sweet, like all omega scents were, but it had that floral and musky edge that made my mouth water. No omega had ever smelled that good to me. My hands itched to grab her and bury my face in her hair, drinking that scent deep into my lungs.

“Kennedy, this is Charlie.” Eli introduced us as he took her jacket, hanging it on the peg in the hallway.

She turned her attention to me and smiled brightly. Her entire face lit up, and I sort of swore I felt my knees shake.

I was not the kind of alpha who got weak in the knees for a girl’s smile.

At least, I wasn’t before.

Eli had spectacular taste.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she said, holding out her hand to shake mine with a shy voice. Her tone wavered ever so slightly,giving away her nerves. Still, her voice sounded like liquid honey, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life listening to that voice begging me to knot her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, ignoring her outstretched hand and pulling her in for a hug. She was pregnant with the child of one of my pack mates. As far as I was concerned, she was family, and you don't shake hands with family. There was also the added perk of having her pressed up against me. I had to angle my hips just right, so she wouldn't feel my impending raging boner.

“Oh! Hi,” she mumbled into my chest before looking up at me.

Fuck me, those eyes. Large, deep chocolate brown, and almost painfully expressive. They were the kind of eyes that gave away every single emotion.

I couldn't pinpoint why, but I really liked that.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. “Let’s go in,” I said, leading her into the open living and dining space.

Micha was sitting in front of the TV. He had spread a large colorful blanket out on the floor and was sitting cross-legged with the baby in his lap, watching videos of dancing fruit on the TV.

Kennedy smiled down at them. “Oh, she’s loving those videos.”

“They’re addictive to watch!” Micha agreed, his eyes never leaving the TV. “They're good for her mental stimulation… I may have Googled.”

I led Kennedy to the sofa. Eli was hot on her heels. In the few moments I’d witnessed them together, his hand always reached out to her, touching her back, holding her hand, or simply hovering near her. His alpha instincts were probably running riot. When an alpha became attached to an omega, they would become protective, but if that omega was pregnant, then all their instincts were ramped up tenfold.

“So, what do you do, Charlie?” Kennedy asked. “Eli’s told me a bit about you guys, but I want to hear it from you.”

“I’m studying sports medicine. I used to play ice hockey all the time with Storm as a kid, and even at the beginning of college, and I developed a real passion for it. I wasn’t good enough at the sport to keep it up. Do you want a drink?”

“Just water, please. It's good that you're able to study something you're passionate about,” she said, her voice almost painfully sweet. I wanted to pull her into my lap. Her eyes kept looking over me, and I could tell that she wasn't completely oblivious to my charms, either.

“We've got ginger tea here,” Eli interjected, sitting next to Kennedy as he did. He turned to me. “It's good for the nausea.”

“Oh, if it's not a bother, could I get some of that?” she asked.

“Sure.” I went to go into the kitchen, but Eli stood.

“I’ll go and get it for you, killer,” he said, smiling at me while Kennedy was behind him, so she couldn't see. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was giving me time to speak to Kennedy without him present and hovering.

I sat on the sofa adjacent to where Kennedy was sitting. I wanted to be close, but not so close it would make her uneasy. If I didn't think it would freak her out, I would have sat straight down next to her.

“Why does Eli call youkiller?” I asked.

Kennedy laughed, running a hand through her hair. “I'm studying psychology and criminology. When we first met, there was a joke about me being a secret serial killer because of what I’m studying. The name has kind of stuck since.”

“I like it, though I’m not going to say it suits you, because that may be a touch rude.” I laughed.

Kennedy joined in, laughing, and her body relaxed somewhat.

Good, I wanted her to feel at ease with me.

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