Page 62 of His Unicorn Alpha
I felt his surprise, sudden and sharp, roll through our bond before he followed it with simmering arousal. “I’m totally on board for that, sugar.”
Even though the verbal confirmation was unnecessary, I still melted at the endearment. Opening my mouth to suggest we just undress where we stood, my plans were foiled by my brother’s exasperated “I’m still here.”
Micah and I turned to find Eric sitting on the grass maybe fifteen feet away, his knees raised and his arms folded atop them. He gave me a sardonic smile. “Shifting helped?”
“The nap helped,” I corrected him. “I felt even more exhausted and ungainly while shifted. It was not a pleasant sensation. However,” I cast a quick glance towards my alpha before looking back at my brother, “we can share sensations and even mental images through the bond while shifted.”
Eric sat up straighter and brushed his unruly blonde hair back from his face. “Really?” his blue eyes gleamed with interest. “Is it easier to do in shifted form than your human form?”
“You realize you just put an end to our sexy fun times, right?” Micah muttered at my side. “We’re back to being lab rats again.”
“We can always sneak away to my lab,” I informed him with a playful waggle of my eyebrows.
“Nope. Nuh-uh. No.” Eric interrupted, getting to his feet and dusting his hands over his denim-covered thighs. “You’re not defiling my labs. Take your hormones back to your place. I’ll take notes later.”
Winking at Micah, I replied over my shoulder with a distracted “If you insist.” Then I took my mate by the hand and practically dragged him towards the clinic’s parking lot.
I had no idea why I was so extremely horny so suddenly, but I didn’t particularly care. It had been too long since I had last felt his knot, and I did not wish to wait any longer if I could help it.
The need built during the few minutes’ drive between the clinic and our home. I hadn’t felt so overwhelmingly desperate since before Micah and I had bonded. It felt as though my body —my omega — was trying to tell me something, but I had no idea what.
All I knew was I needed my mate inside me immediately.
As soon as we were inside the house, I slammed the front door and shoved Micah against the cool, painted surface, slanting my mouth over his. He kissed me back with the same intensity, likely feeling my desperation through our connection and mirroring it, and the sensation of his tongue twining with mine momentarily cooled some of the burning need.
It was only a short reprieve.
I could feel my slick pooling in my underwear, and my veins felt as though they were on fire. My skin was flushed and heated, and my heart hammered.
“I’ve got you, sugar,” he murmured, running his hands down my sides, “let’s get you somewhere comfortable so we can take care of this” —he slid one hand beneath the ridiculously protruding mound of my belly and rubbed at my erection through my sweatpants— “okay?”
I whimpered and nodded. Even at my most insatiable point during this pregnancy, I had never felt so out of control of my body. There was horny and then there was…whatever the hell this was. “Please, alpha.”
“Aww, baby, come on.” Gently pushing me backwards, Micah guided me to the bedroom with a hand on the curve of my spine. We paused at the foot of the bed and he asked, “How do you want to do this?”
It had been a few weeks since he had last fucked me and my belly had grown much more cumbersome in that time. Despite my desperation, I did not think I had the stamina to ride him, nor did I think my back would withstand the ordeal. If I wascareful not to put weight on my stomach, I could get on my hands and knees, but my back twinged at that idea, too.
Following that, I shielded Micah from the guilt I felt at mentally dismissing the idea of attempting to lie on our sides. For the first time since we had met, I couldn’t help thinking that he wasn’t quite endowed enough to give me what I needed in that position, at least, not until he grew and knotted. I ached to think it, and I would never say the words out loud, but that was the reality of the moment.
“A pillow beneath my hips might help if I’m on my back,” I eventually decided. “It might be easier for you if I am near the edge of the mattress, too.”
He nodded and moved to gather pillows, then stopped and dropped them in a pile. “Wait,” he told me, smiling softly, “I have a better idea. Do you trust me?”
“Always,” I answered without hesitation.
Then he turned on his heel and slipped into the ensuite bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water met my ears and Micah reappeared in the doorway. “What if you ride me in the tub?” he asked. “The water will take the weight off your back, and you’ve got enough slick happening that I don’t think the water causing friction will be an issue.” He shrugged, adding, “We might get water everywhere, but I can clean that up afterwards.”
It was so thoughtful of him. My eyes welled with appreciative tears and a lump formed in my throat. “Perfect,” I told him, unable to say more.
“C’mere,” he extended his arms. “Let’s get you out of those clothes again.”
He undressed me with care, tossing my slick and precum soiled underwear and sweatpants into the hamper. Then he peeled off his own jeans and shirt, revealing his unblemished skin and long limbs. Though neither of us could see it beneathmy gravid belly, my cock jumped and strained at the sight of my mate on display for me.
He was such a beautiful man, inside and out.
It still boggled my mind at times that he hadn’t loathed me for my actions, that he hadn’t turned tail and run away, that he had wanted the future I had paved without his consent. Setting aside the mystical aspects —the bonding, the knotting, the shifting and the fact that I was a dragon and he was a unicorn— it still seemed unbelievable that a beautiful younger man like him would want an older, chubbier man like me.
But he did, and I would thank fate and my lucky stars for eternity.
