Page 112 of Labor of Love

Yep, I need to fuck my man tirelessly and feed him my seed. It’s not just the breedables’ biology that shifts when they conceive, but their partners do as well. The fetus needs an excess amount of nutrition—that the breedables’ body can’t deliver on its own—to grow in an environment that isn’t truly designed to carry. Thus, the breeders’ ‘seed’ adjusts to deliver more as well. No more sperm, but now, ridiculously high levels of everything a fetus needs to grow healthy and strong.

That’s a lot of fucking and while it’s not a hardship on either of our parts, just to make sure I’m always in the mood, since evolution assured that my mate’s scent changes to something I can’t resist. That’s why there’s a strong honey note to his sweet caramel now. It’s his… well, his perfume. The thing that extinct omegas used to give off. His specific perfume is what my body has determined is the ingredient for instant hard-ons.

There are days when I remain at a distance and simply admire him. I made him mine. Somehow, between the nectar I fed him and the pills he took from the apothecary, we managed the impossible. If we never manage another one again, thisonemiracle baby means we can stay together for the rest of our lives.

It also means that we didn’t need to leave Alyra. I’m happy. Of course, I am. Our families and our friends, our entire lives, are right here.

It means that we didn’t need to leave for our new pack. So we didn’t.

It made the most sense for us to stay. We know that we’re almost guaranteed to bring a male breedable into the world. Alyra is the safest place to raise him. There’s no chance that he’ll be stolen and sold on the dark market.

The conversation with our almost-pack in Imari was probably one of the most difficult I’ve ever had to have. A piece of my heart broke when I told them we needed to stay. Even though they fully agreed, it was hard. Every time I think about it, and I do daily, I have a difficult time swallowing around the lump in my throat.

Every day, I’m a little more convinced that they’re our pack. But this is the best place for Iri and the baby we’re bringing into the world. Their safety needs to be our first, top, and most important priority.

The guys understood that. They agreed. They support us entirely.

They hurt as much as I do.

Iri looks up and meets my eyes. His hand is resting on his stomach. It makes my heart swell whenever I see his hand there.

“Come here, Daddy,” Iri says. “Come feel our baby move around.”

I join him on the couch and place my hand where his had been. He’s moving. Not a lot, though. Maybe shifting a little. Stretching. I rest my head against his and close my eyes.

“Want to breed me?” Iri asks, dropping a hand to my constantly hard dick. Honestly, it’s a miracle that my knot ever deflates to let him up at this point. I always ache.

“What kind of question is that?” I tease as I take his laptop and set it on the coffee table. Grabbing his leg, I pull it out from under him, sending him sideways. He laughs, arms flying out to catch himself.

I’d never let him get hurt. We’re surrounded by a fluffy couch, so I know he’s safe. Protected. As all precious things should be.

Iri is only wearing a shirt. That’s it. I love how he doesn’t bother dressing when we’re home. This man is always wet and ready for me, too. Partly because I’m barely ever outside his body. And second, because his body adjusts its chemistry to ensure that breeding is easy now.

I shove my sweats down to my knees and bring one of his legs up over my shoulder. With cock in hand, I rub the head over his needy hole before gently pushing inside him. His back arches. A quiet, sexy whimper fills my ears, making me growl as I push in deeper.

My hand lands on his cock, hard, and pressed to his stomach. I use the friction caused by my thrusts into him to rub his dick right there, while keeping my hand over his stomach.

Time to eat, I inwardly tell our baby.

Ew. Okay, that’s not what happens. Because it’s sexy time right now, I’m not even going to correct my mind with the biology that actually takes place. It’s just not that. Gross.

Right now, it’s all about pleasing my mate and filling him with my release. Nothing else.

I kiss over the scar of my bite on his neck as I do nearly every single time I’m close enough to do so. It’s difficult to say whichday is the best of my entire life. Sometimes, I say it’s the day we met. It definitely stands out as a top contender.

But then again, it might be the day that all eight of those tests told us we’re pregnant, which led to my bite and finally claiming my mate after years of waiting.

Both days are the best. There aren’t any others that matter.

Iri is dozing in my arms. My cock fell out of him an hour ago, though not because it’s soft. Because that tight little hole always closes up and pushes me out. I swear, there’s a reset button I hit every time.

I softly brush his hair from his face and kiss his head. He’s so fucking perfect.

The doorbell rings, interrupting our moment. I huff.

I’m surprised when Iri jumps up, eyes wide.

“What’s—” I don’t get a chance to ask what’s wrong before he’s climbing over me and scrambling for the bedroom.

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