Page 43 of Targeted By Temptation
“Gods, I feel every inch of you.” Sweat dripped from his brow onto my chest, the tiny droplets falling almost as if they were in slow motion.
But he grunted and heaved himself up. I tensed, holding my breath, waiting for him to fall. One, two, three before he took me in, all of me. We both yelled, “Yes,” as my cock burrowed deep inside his channel.
I bucked my hips so I hitthatspot, the one that made him yelp. Reign arched his back, mumbling, “Just like that.”
Now I fucked him hard, heaving him up and letting him take me in. Slippery flesh pounded onto slick skin as his body slammed onto mine.
The room spun around, signaling I had no power to stop what was coming, and Reign’s voice came from far away as he clamped down on me.
“Ezra. Ezra. Ezra.” His body shook, and his eyes were scrunched so tight as cum streamed from his cock.
My orgasm followed, and I came with a howl with my hands gripping Reign, never wanting to let go.
Reign collapsed onto my chest, and I held him tight as my knot swelled. His heart thudded against mine, and when our breathing calmed, we agreed to mark one another. I marked his shoulder with my beast’s claws, while he sank his teeth into my neck.
“Now we’re official.”
22
REIGN
Getting used to being pregnant wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, probably because so much of my life had changed. At the same time, I was living in a new place. I had a new family. I was no longer a student. I’d just been part of taking care of a multi-mafia family issue.
Every aspect of my life had been tossed up in the air, and I was starting anew. So when I was a little uncomfortable, and my clothes grew a little too small, and I wanted weird foods in the middle of the night… none of that really affected me.
But what did impact me was that I couldn’t shoot anymore. There had been a time when I spent hours at the shooting range to let off steam, or when I needed to think, or when I just wanted some downtime. And that wasn’t safe for pregnant omegas for many reasons, according to the midwife.
I couldn’t exactly lean into darts. Playing at home didn’t help me escape the way going to the range did. I was still all in my head. And when you played darts in public spaces, that was when people wanted to play for money, which never ended well. Or onthe rare occasions people were playing for fun, they were usually drunk off their asses. No fun there either.
So, I found myself spending countless hours with my bow. My mate had purchased me a beautiful traditional bow from Thailand, and it felt like an extension of me. I loved everything about my time spent at the local range. But it was quiet… too quiet.
There was something about the way the sound of a gun shooting echoed in the air. For most people it was startling, but for me, I found it soothing. I knew on all levels that it was really messed up.
And I wasn’t foolish about it. I did wear ear protection, but I could both hear and still feel it. I longed to hear it again so much, so I tried listening to recordings of fireworks on full blast to see if it would help.
It didn’t. Of all the complaints I’d heard from omegas about their pregnancies, mine was embarrassingly insignificant. Omegas in my omega-to-be groups online couldn’t keep food down, were dizzy, had high blood pressure they had to be ever mindful of, and amplified anxiety… Those were all real issues, and I wasn’t foolish about focusing on missing my hobby.
If only seeing how ridiculous I was could help me pull out of it. I blamed hormones. I always blamed hormones.
“I’m back with your pistachio ice cream.”
I snapped my head up, my mate walking in the door. He bought pistachio ice cream. From the looks of it, he bought about a hundred different kinds of ice cream, too. He had an entire box he could barely hold it was sofilled with pints of ice cream.
“Do I even want to know?”
“Well, last time I bought you strawberry ice cream, you changed your mind when I came back, so I figured better safe than sorry.”
“There’s enough ice cream here for an entire schoolyard.” Or possibly two. But still, I couldn’t help but love how sweet the thought was.
“But as long as there’s at least one that you like, it works.”
“I wish you all the luck getting those in the freezer.” We had a large freezer, but this was over the top for even that.
“Don’t worry. I can Tetris like a boss.”
I ate the pistachio ice cream… or rather about a quarter of it. That was when I saw my mate’s genius. Pistachio no longer suited me. I wanted maple. And then I moved on to strawberry and ended with butter pecan.
I didn’t eat a lot of the last few, but the bites were worth it.
