Page 63 of His Unicorn Alpha
“Okay,” Micah said, pulling me from my emotional musings, “I think the bath is good to go. Let me help you in.” He followed through by taking my hand and steadying me as I awkwardly swung my leg over the tub’s side.
The water inside was just shy of hot, and I knew it would ease the constant ache in my muscles even while I planned on bouncing in Micah’s lap. Never had I been happier to have insisted on a comically large tub when I had remodeled the bathroom. Being a large man to begin with, I hadn’t wanted to feel cramped in it. Now, there was enough space for both of us, and I was excited to be taking advantage of the fact.
Micah climbed in and settled with his back against the enameled side of the tub, stretching his long legs out beneath the water. He held my hands as I lowered myself on top of him, crossing my ankles behind his ass. With my belly in the way, it took some maneuvering before we found the right angle and positions for me to sink down on his cock but the moment he was inside of me felt like a revelation. Like coming home after an extended time away. I wanted to weep with relief and happiness.
“Gods, sugar, this feels incredible,” Micah panted as I started to bounce gently in place. Water sloshed over the sides of thetub and slapped on the tiled floor, but I did not care. It only added to the ambiance of the moment — the soundtrack of our lovemaking as our heavy breaths and moans echoed off the walls.
I had to admit, being submerged in the bath changed the sensations I had become so used to. Because the water was not lubricating, I swore I could feel the veins and ridges of Micah’s cock inside me, even though I was producing so much slick. I was surrounded by warmth, and I felt lighter and more agile than I had in months. When his hand slid from my hip and into the gap formed by my distended abdomen, I moaned with unrestrained pleasure, feeling his fingers close around my neglected cock.
“Oh,fuck,” he growled out, “keep clenching around me like that and I’m going to come before you do.”
“Do it,” I demanded, deliberately squeezing around him this time. I delighted in the way his expression contorted. “Come for me, darling. I need it. I need you to fill me up.”
I couldn’t explain why I needed it so badly, but my omega would not be satisfied until he came. I felt as though I was on fire and, idly, I wondered whether this was akin to being in heat…though that made very little sense as I was already heavily pregnant and unable to conceive.
“Oh, Jesus-fuck, Bran…your scales…”
Wet fingertips came up from my other hip and brushed my temple, setting off renewed jolts of pleasure through my body and I let out a guttural, “Nnnngh.”
The bliss I felt must have shot through the bond because that was enough to set my alpha off. His grip on my cock tightened as his hips convulsed and I felt his cock swell.
“Fuck, sugar. I’m coming,” he warned me, his voice strained and low. “Fuck,uuunnngh.”
I allowed his orgasm to consume me. The pleasure of it raced through the bond and into my own nerve endings as I also relished the feeling of his cock growing and swelling and locking his seed inside me. His knot put pressure on my prostate and I was done. My back arched and I came with a cry, barely riding out my own orgasm before he was coming again. The sensation of him filling me did exactly as I had anticipated, cooling the heat that had been devouring me from the inside.
With my heart racing from the come down, I slumped and gripped the edges of the tub to keep me upright, grinning lazily at the feeling of Micah’s cock jerking inside me, the jolts of pleasure through the bond matching each twitch.
“Don’t move,” he demanded, sounding wrecked. His usually glorious hair was wet and stringy around his face, and his forehead and pink cheeks glistened with perspiration.
He had never looked more gorgeous.
“I…oh.” My hand flew to my belly as it tightened with a cramp.
Micah’s grimace and annoyance at my movement immediately morphed into concern. “What’s wrong?” He attempted to sit up straighter, yelping at the tugging to his knot.
“Most likely Braxton Hicks contractions,” I replied, frowning down at my belly as I rubbed my hand over the area, ignoring the phantom, lingering pain. “Orgasms can sometimes trigger them.”
“And you didn’t think to warn me—ah, fuck.” He cursed and came again when I tensed and groaned through another mild cramp. “Shit,” he caught his breath, “are you okay? Are they supposed to come so quickly together?”
I bit my lip. “They can be erratic,” I answered, but my brain was already leaping through other potential scenarios. Scenarios where these were not Braxton Hicks contractions but the onset of labor.
Because, I realized after the fog of my heat-like desperation faded, semen contained prostaglandins. In pregnancies, when deposited near the cervix, prostaglandins helped soften the cervix to prepare for dilation. Additionally, oxytocin was the hormone produced by the body during orgasms, and oxytocin was also the natural form of the synthetic hormone, Pitocin, which is often given to patients via drip for formal inductions of labor.
While I didn’t have the same physiology as most pregnant people, I was still an omega. I had a sneaking suspicion that the science of labor worked similarly, though my body would develop a birth canal for the actual event. After all, magic and shifter biology still hadsomescience working in the background.
So, I was heavily pregnant. and I had just had a lot of prostaglandins and oxytocin introduced to my system, and I was cramping at what might just be fairly regular intervals.
The signs all pointed to early labor.
Not wanting to panic my mate unnecessarily, I attempted to keep my suspicions to myself. Carefully shielding my feelings was harder when we were intimately connected, but not impossible. So, I did my best to remain calm and nonchalant, even when another cramp tightened my belly. I even managed not to clench around Micah’s knot, though that took effort I wasn’t certain I would be able to maintain if the cramps continued to increase in strength and rhythm.
Five more cramps later, and I was certain a pattern had established itself, and I was no longer able to conceal the pain from the bond, or from my expression.
Thankfully, though, Micah’s knot had begun to deflate enough that he could pull out of me. I heaved a sigh of relief and eased myself backwards until I was resting against the other end of the tub.
Micah watched me for a moment, then, more calmly than I had expected, asked, “They’re not Braxton Hicks contractions, are they? I mean…those last couple came through the bond…"
Taking a wobbly breath, I shook my head slowly. “I…do not think they are, no.”
