Page 68 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
Oh Gods, yes."Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Never been more sure of anything in my life."
I grinned. If this was what he wanted, who was I to stop him? Not that I could have stopped him even if I wanted to, it seemed. I tried to kiss him, but he simply pushed me off and over, until I was lying on my back and he could climb over me, pulling my boxers down. He knew what he wanted and he was going for it. And I couldn't have been prouder.
I felt my cock throb as Zim wrapped his hand around it. I wasn't going to last long. Not after hearing Zim lose it just a minute earlier. Tonight wasn't about lasting long, though, we only wanted to make each other happy for a little while—and Zim made me very happy. Shivers chased down my spine as he wrapped his lips around me, tentatively at first and then a little more firmly. I would never have asked him to do this. That he'd offered without my prompting made all of this extra special. Not that the feeling of sinking myself into Zim's mouth needed any extras to feel absolutely amazing.
It was clear in the awkward way he played with his tongue that he'd never done this before, but that really didn't matter. I'd been on the brink from the moment he'd said he wanted to do this. "Fuck Zim," I groaned because I needed to warn him. "I'm nearly there."
Instead of retreating, he reacted by redoubling his efforts.
It was all I could do not to come on the spot. "Zim..." I moaned my mate's name, watching him take me down without a shred of hesitation in his movements, no sign of doubt in his posture.
He hummed around me, and I was done. He was too much—pleasure tore through me as I came in Zim's mouth. He didn't back away, choosing to swallow what I gave him.
When I was spent, he withdrew and curled up beside me. I drew him closer and kissed the top of his head, resting one of my hands on his round belly.
34
Zim
About a weekafter Derick called me up on the phone, I received a package. It was the first time that mail delivered to Lowen's house was addressed to me rather than him, and I eyed the box suspiciously as I took it from the delivery guy. My dragon was meditating again, while his mother was preparing lunch for the both of us. When I looked at the sender's address on the box, I figured it might be for the best that everyone else in the house was occupied. This delivery came from my parents. Cold dread settled low in my stomach at that revelation. I knew I had to deal with them sooner or later, but I kept hoping it would be later.
Quietly, I took the box up to Lowen's bedroom with me. Part of me just wanted to send it back where it had come from. Maybe I could ask Lowen to do that for me. He probably would.
OrI could be a grown-up about it and actually look at what my parents were sending me before I decided what to do about it. In my belly, I felt one of the babies kick as if telling me to get a move on already. I could just tell these two were going to be a delight when they were born. Letting out a long sigh, I set the box down on the bed, and then I pried it open with my fingers.
There was something colorful inside.
Clothes?
I pulled a blue onesie from the box. Below it was another one, colored in pink. It had a yellow sticky note attached to it.
Since we don't know if you're having a girl or a boy.
I nearly snorted.Could be both.I followed Adrian's example in not wanting to find out sexes until birth. He'd gone into labor a few days before—and he'd had another boy—but he told me he was happy. Lowen and I were going for a visit this afternoon—just as soon as Lowen was ready.
But for now, I stared at the onesie in my hand. Did my parents really think it mattered what sex my baby was? Of course they did. Of course they would want it to be dressedappropriately.
Fuckthat.
Before I could stop myself, I threw the blue onesie in a corner behind the bed.
That moment, I heard footsteps approach the door. A few seconds later, Lowen entered the room. I whirled around to him, feeling as if I'd been caught doing something forbidden. But I hadn't done anything wrong, had I? Not really. My parents couldn't expect me to let go of the rage boiling inside me at the very thought of them because they sent me baby clothes. Color-coded baby clothes.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing," I lied, even though I knew he could tell when I lied. "Done meditating already?"
"For today, yeah." His eyes roamed the room, until they fell on the bed. On the box. "What's that?"
"Nothing," I said again, and then I huffed, because I knew I was being ridiculous. There was no reason to keep things from Lowen. "My parents sent it."
Lowen's eyes narrowed. Approaching the bed, he took the pink onesie out of the box. "Seriously?" he said to no one in particular.
"Seriously," I responded. "There was a blue one too."
"Was?"
