Page 318 of Labor of Love

He said being surrounded by my scent soothed him, and if having to replace my old musky clothes with some old, slightly less musky clothes every so often was what it took to make him content, I’d happily do it.

Onyx turned to me when I entered the room and pushed the sheet off his body. He was already hard and needy. The intense smell of his intoxicating slick was like a sucker punch in the stomach as I walked to him, undressing and leaving a trail of clothes on the way.

“Put them on the bed,” Onyx ordered. I chuckled and picked up my shirt and pants to do as he wanted, but I defiantly left my underwear. Sleeping with my used undergarments was where I drew the line.

Onyx huffed in dissatisfaction, but I distracted him by capturing his lips. The moan he made at the kiss would have gotten me hard if I weren’t already. Though I was always half-hard when I was in his presence.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you are today?” I kissed down his chin and neck, stopping to give his nipples teasing bites, and then landed with my lips on his belly. Seeing him like this made me so fucking crazy with lust.

I didn’t have to look up to know Onyx was rolling his eyes. “I’m a balloon,” he grunted out.

“You’remysexy balloon,” I replied and kissed even lower and gave his cock and balls some love before opening his hole up with my tongue.

Onyx tried to stifle his moan when I slipped two fingers inside. He was soaked with his slick, so ready to take me.

“I hope this isn’t some weird balloon kink you have, because I’m not going to watch you try to fuck one,” he stated.

I choked out a laugh and kissed his inner thigh.

“No, I just have an Onyx kink,” I replied and repositioned him on his side so that he was comfortable while taking my cock.

Whatever snarky reply Onyx had turned into more delicious moans as I thrust hard into him. His heat was eager to take me, welcoming me back home.

It didn’t take long for Onyx to have his first orgasm, his channel squeezing me impossibly tight as he shot in my hand. He turned his head to find my lips, begging me to continue fucking him.

I pistoned my hips hard but set the pace to be slow and intentional. It drove him crazy, but I’d learned this was the best way to draw out the most intense orgasms from him.

“Ah, Luca! You feel so good,” he moaned when he was coming once more. This time, capturing his lips again, I followed and came inside of him.

“I love you, baby,” I whispered when our breaths evened.

“I love you, Luca,” he replied.

He still didn’t believe the whole fated mates’ thing, but I didn’t care. He chose me, and that was all that mattered.

All was right in the world… until a pop was heard and, with my softened dick still inside of him, a gush of liquid flowed from his hole.

We looked from the wet spot on the bed to each other. “Is that…” I started, then stopped in disbelief that his water broke on my dick.

“Fuck, yes! The baby is finally coming out,” Onyx cried out with a happy wave of his arms. The movement caused my dick to slip out of him.

“The baby’s coming? The baby’s coming!” I shouted, suddenly terrified that this was really happening. I was going to be a dad. What if I’m a terrible dad?

“Luca,” Onyx said, voice soft and hands cupping my face. He was sitting in front of me now, eyes filled with warmth as he looked into mine.

“We got this. You, me, our baby. Our family is going to be so happy,” he said confidently.

“Yeah,” I replied and placed my hand over his. He kissed me, and all my worries disappeared. My mate and I were in this together.

“Now, hurry and take me to the hospital,” he said, breaking the kiss.

His words had me jumping to my feet with urgency. Onyx laughed as I almost tripped on my underwear in my haste to find towels and clothes to get us cleaned and dressed.

Onyx called our parents to let them know it was time, and then the rest was a blur as I drove us to the hospital. I’d read labor could take a while after your water broke, but Onyx’s labor seemed to happen so quickly.

By the time he was admitted, he was crying from the pain. I held him, massaged him, did anything I could to try to ease his discomfort. It distressed me to see him like this, and I cursed not being able to experience the pain in his place.

Our parents arrived shortly before the doctor told us it was time, and before I could even wrap my thoughts around the fact our child was about to be born into this world, the beautiful sound of a baby’s cries filled the room.

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