Page 87 of Labor of Love

Rowan tried to put his hands on me, but I gently brushed them aside. “No, sweetheart, this is all about you. I want to worship this sweet body…this beautiful cock…your delicious slick…”

My words ended when my mouth found his cock. I swallowed him tip to base and nestled my nose in the hair at the bottom. His salty-sweet musk became more pronounced as Rowan produced more slick. I swiped some from the crack of his ass and massaged it into his balls while I swallowed reflexively around his dick.

“Silas, what are you doing to me?”

The wonder in his voice pissed me off. My guess had been right about his fuckhead ex-boyfriend never taking the time to treat him right. Most likely, this was a one-time deal, and it would for damn sure be one he remembered.

“What someone else should’ve been doing,” I said when I popped his dick out of my mouth. Without missing a beat, I returned to the task of making Rowan beg. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, finding the little spot under the ridge with its secret collection of nerves. Rowan’s sharp gasp was followed by a low moan. But he didn’t beg.

After a few more sucks, his pretty balls were too much of a temptation. My mouth migrated to explore his small balls while I used the slippery slick to jack his cock. Carefully, I slipped both into my mouth to gently suck them, which elicited a deep moan along with pleading words to both never stop and finish him. Closer, but not quite to begging.

Slick poured from him, and I figured I’d tortured myself long enough. Rowan spread his legs, planted his feet on the mattress, and tilted his hips upward when I put myself between his thighs and palmed his ass. The sea salt and honey taste exploded on my tongue when I licked a stripe over the secret core of him. Rowan screamed at the contact. He quickly moved to panted gasps before whispered and then shouted pleas filled my ears and clouded my brain.

I sipped, lapped, and licked him while keeping his hips anchored tightly to the mattress. His whimpers fed my soulwhile the taste seared deep into my memories. Never before had I wanted to devour someone the way I wanted to with this man. From just the short trip through his apartment, I knew we weren’t in the same place in life. This place wasnice,and I lived in a week-to-week studio over a garage. But in the here and now, he was putty.

Carefully, I eased away from him so I could flip him over and dive in for another sample of salty-sweet slick. It had smeared across his ass and down the crack. It wasn’t enough. I flipped him again, putting him on his knees with his ass in the air. He looked like a godsdamned feast. I dove in and stabbed my tongue into the secret part of him. His scream, followed by his ass grinding against my mouth, settled me. Nothing mattered except satisfying the hunger in both of us.

“Silas, please…oh gods…fuck…need you…I…I…oh fuuuuuuck,”Rowan wailed. His hips rocked against my mouth and slick flooded my mouth.

Fucking gods, there was no way I could wait. I slipped one finger, then another, inside him and scissored him open. The slick covered my fingers, and he didn’t need extra lube to help ease my way into him. I snuck in one more taste before aligning my dick with his hole.

“I’ll give you want you, baby.”

I carefully entered Rowan, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He growled low in frustration, surged back, and impaled himself on my cock. I was fully buried in him, his keening cries surrounding us. I snapped my hips and slammed into his ass. We were a writhing, sweaty coupling that resembled the shifters our ancestors had been, and I fucking loved it. With every pump into Rowan’s ass, I buried myself just a scant bit more until it felt like we were one.

My knot swelled to impossible proportions as I nutted into his ass. I was fully embedded inside him with my knotpreventing pulling out, but I felt the pulse of my dick as his ass muscles milked every drop. A single pump of my hand was all it took for Rowan to join me over the edge. His release was accompanied by a cry so loud I hoped like hell the walls had excellent insulation.

I collapsed on top of Rowan but took care to avoid crushing him. Our harsh breathing gradually leveled off. Once again, his neck was an irresistible lure I didn’t bother to resist. His soft sighs as I nuzzled him fed my soul.

By unspoken agreement, we let the moment hang. After a few minutes, Rowan’s even breaths signaled he’d fallen into an exhausted sleep, and I bided my time, waiting for my knot to deflate. I carded my fingers through his hair, twirling the silky strands this way and that. The comfortability shocked the romantic in me, but the realist recognized it was a one-sided infatuation.

Within an hour, my knot dissolved, but Rowan hadn’t stirred a muscle. I knew I should get up and leave, but I wasn’t ready to disengage, so I gave myself another hour and imprinted his scent on me. I suppressed my groan as I finally pulled out.

It didn’t take long to find where my clothes had been thrown. My body was sticky, but I wasn’t willing to wash Rowan off me yet. In a surprise to no one, Rowan’s desk had a pad of paper and a pen. I left a note with my number because a guy could dream.

Rowan never called.

3

ROWAN

The birthing class I’d taken a few months ago had promised that the early signs of labor weren’t overly painful. I’d expected twinges and pulls rather than anything that truly hurt. Those liars quite obviously had never given birth because these cramps had hurt from the moment they started hours ago. Each contraction forced the air out of my lungs while I attempted to pant through the pain that seized my body.

The doctor had said I should head to the hospital when my contractions were seven minutes apart, but mine had skipped from eight to six, which meant I was already late. If the classes had mentioned the consequences of skipping minutes, I missed it. I’d typed up the notes after each session and had kept them on my desk for review. So I was certain it had never come up.

The baby in my belly was surprisingly active for someone who was supposed to be evicted soon. The facilitator warned us that babies would settle as they prepared to be evicted, but someone had forgotten to give this little one the message. They bounced, rolled, and kicked like it was home for the long haul and were redecorating.

I grabbed my rolling overnight bag, double-checked everything was locked up tight, and headed outside to wait formy Uber. The rain pelted against my umbrella, and I tried my best to avoid the puddles on the sidewalk as I waited for my ride. In hindsight, perhaps I should’ve paid more attention to my surroundings. But I was in the middle of labor, which had to count for something.

The driver jumped out with his ball cap pulled down low and collar turned up high. He grabbed my suitcase and tossed it into the trunk. While he did that, I climbed in the backseat. The car looked familiar, but I was too preoccupied to place it.

“Good Sam downtown, please.”

“Whoa, you’ve been a busy man,” the oversized alpha with the mismatched eyes I’d met months ago said from the front seat.

Oh. Holy. Gods.

Silas turned around and looked at the oversized belly that forced me to waddle more than walk. I could see the questions in his eyes, but I was in no condition to answer any of them. Mystery solved about the car recognition though.

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