Page 26 of Labor of Love

Your balls will thank me too

Here, let me send you a few pages to tide you over

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I recommend this one:

When the moon rises, my pulsing love rod will rise with it, eager to demonstrate the thickness of my love. It will bless you with the throb of my heart as it enters your body, painting the walls of your cave with the timeless hieroglyphs of my baby batter.

Um... Let me think about it.

Huxton

Think about it with your mouth. Push it out with your tongue.

Zenith stared at the text and hurriedly set his phone down.

Two apartments away, he heard the slow shuffle of Emre waking up, and Abbie babbling softly. They sounded so vulnerable that Zenith’s instincts ached to protect all of them—Emre, his pup, and his unborn child.

How soon until he could go over again?

Zenith opened his laptop and tried futilely to write.

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FEELS LIKE HEAT

One 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?

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