Page 76 of Empty Heat
We lived on an island nearby Omega Island in our own home by the beach. Lev had bought it for us.
Lev still consulted with Omega Island therapists long-distance. Sometimes he flew in for meetings and I went with him. I was always welcomed with open arms. Rhodes and Senta had stayed in touch and had already sent gifts for the baby.
I hadn’t wanted to leave the Caribbean, but Lev didn’t want to live where he had worked for five years and raise our baby there. We’d needed a home and he’d been provided with a lovely severance package from Senta which helped us buy it.
Our child would be one with the sun and waves. He would grow up knowing two loving fathers and a world of hope and wonder. He would swim like a fish and run like the wind.
I wanted to name him Sirocco. “We can call him Rocco for short.”
Lev agreed. “Or Sir.”
We laughed.
While I was pregnant, Lev still loved to knot me, but he never let up on his patient and thorough preparations.
And now was no different.
He used the toys first. I loved the brand new inflatable one with the knot he’d bought me for my birthday. It was a lovely item, colored blue like the sea, and I had accommodated it inside me all the way up to size 10 over time. It had taken me many many tries. But with Lev, I knew everything was possible.
Now, he worked me over quite well as I knelt on soft pillows on my hands and knees. He stroked my cock and sucked it from behind. He petted my balls as the toy grew inside me, stretching me slowly so I could take him and his knot.
I turned as the dildo slowly grew, keeping my ass up, and said, “Get over here while we’re waiting.”
His smile was like light. It brightened the darkest darks. He knew what I wanted.
When he was within reach, I sucked his cock into my mouth relishing all the flavors of my alpha mate. Every time I tasted him, I was taken back to the island, to our first night together when I was in such raging heat because I’d taken herbs that were supposed to calm me but had the opposite effect.
I could still see the dim light on his deep eyes and feel his hands upon me for the first time, helping to soothe and cool, making me feel safe while I wanted him with all my heart.
I remembered every detail. The fast storm. The first toy inside me. The first time he breached me with his own amazing cock.
I sucked until he stilled me with his hands to my cheeks. “Stop or I’ll come too soon. You want my knot?”
“Yes!”
I turned so he could see my progress. He moved the dildo back and forth, then set it another size up.
I was reeling with pleasure by the time he thrust into me. I was so slick he could move without me feeling much resistance at all. I would always have some discomfort, but he knew how to wait through it, how to handle my needs, and I trusted him one hundred percent.
He prodded my prostate, and I came hard, clenching around his cock.
He grunted and came with me, spilling his essence inside me where it belonged.
His knot formed and I took it with pride.
He rubbed at my belly. “Our child is made of love,” he whispered as the knot began to move.
He groaned with orgasm after orgasm.
I felt the rush of it through our bond and came again.
I wanted him inside me all the time now. I was addicted to him.
Lev gripped my cock, milking me dry onto the towels beneath us.
He leaned over me and nuzzled my neck and hair, calling me all sorts of endearments. Sweetheart. Cherub. Baby. He never tired of saying, “I love you.”
I had pillows arranged all around me to support my big stomach. I rested easily as he hunched over me, waiting out the knot and his incredible pleasure.
