Page 29 of Labor of Love

It was too soon. Butgods,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 howfullhe 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 hiscock 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 timesto 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?”

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