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“I’m not sure if I believe me either.” My omega gave a short laugh. “Should we find out?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Don’t be the prude your grandma thinks you are, turtle.” Raph tugged on my arm, guiding me out of the nursery.
“I’m not a prude.”
“Oh, no?” Raph eyed me with a challenging look. “Prove it to me.”
If that wasn’t an invitation… By now we’d reached our bedroom and I playfully shoved my omega onto the bed before us. The sheets were still unmade since neither of us liked to do chores on a Sunday--or rather, I didn’t like to do chores on a Sunday and Raph left the bed unmade on all days ending in a y, but that didn’t matter now, did it? We were going to make a mess of the bed anyway.
“What are you going to do to me, my big alpha?” Raph asked as I climbed over him, a chuckle following his words. I was so glad to see his bad mood disperse like a bad dream. Nothing was better than seeing my omega smile.
“I’m going to love you,” I said, before lowering myself on top of him, the heat of his body burning into me even through the layers of fabric in between us.
Raph closed his arms around my back and rocked his hips impatiently. “I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah? Good.” I joined our lips together and we stopped speaking to let our bodies do the talking for us instead. I rid Raph of his clothes and he did the same to me in return. At this point, we were so accustomed to each other that we didn’t need to speak much to know just how to handle each other’s bodies. While Raph kissed the side of my neck, I grazed the lobe of his ear with my teeth, feeling the shudder that went through his body at my actions. He’d always been oddly sensitive there. There and in the nape of his neck, where I let my fingers stray to run through the fine hair that grew there.
And as I buried myself in my omega, I imagined how amazing it would be if he were round with my child. Sure, I told him I didn’t care if he got pregnant or not--and that was the truth--but on a primal level, I wanted to knock him up. I wasn’t sure if that was the alpha in me or whatever, all I knew was that the idea made my cock grow even harder. I thrust into Raph, letting the most animal part of me take over.
He wanted me to prove to him that I wasn’t a prude, didn’t he?
Besides, he didn’t seem to mind the fast pace I set. He rocked back against me, encouraging me. My fingers dug into his skin and a mewling sound escaped his lips as I hit that spot in him that always drove him wild.
God, I loved hearing him like this, seeing him like this, breath heavy, skin flushed, eyes begging me for more. My omega was the sexiest thing that had ever walked the earth.
How much sexier would he be if I could put a baby in him? Involuntarily, I moaned, the mental image almost too much to take.
“Give me more,” Raph demanded. “C’mon, Nate. Gimme everything.”
I was only too happy to fulfill his requests. If he wanted more, I could give him more. I moved faster and thrust deeper, burrowing myself in him over and over again, both of us panting and so, so close I could smell our mutual need saturate the air.
Finally, when I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer, I wrapped my hand around Raph’s cock and pumped. He cried out in pleasure and the sound of it was enough to take me over the edge. Waves and waves of orgasmic bliss washed over me as I spent myself in my best friend, feeling his seed coat my hand after only another moment.
Exhausted, I collapsed on top of him before rolling on my side and pulling him against my chest. “That was amazing. You’re amazing,” I whispered into his ear.
“You were fierce!” Raph laughed. “What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “Just you.”
That was at leastpartiallytrue, wasn’t it?
29
Raphael
There were about a million files I had to sort through the next day at work—we’d just gotten in a new omega too, who’d basically been kept as a sex slave chained to a bed by the ‘mate’ he’d run from—but as much as I wanted to be sympathetic and passionate about the work in front of me... I just kept staring at the phone instead.
Nathan wanted me to set up an appointment with an OB-GYN to get tested again. It wasn’t an unreasonable request. I just... didn’t wanna do it. So I sat back and drummed my fingers on my desk instead, eyeing the phone, wondering how best to get rid of it without anyone noticing.
To be honest, I tried to avoid the topic of my infertility wherever I could. I’d never even taken another pregnancy test after that first one. What was the point? I knew I wasn’t pregnant, so I spared myself—and my mate—the disappointment.
But if my mate thought there might be steps we could take...
But if it turned out thereweren’tany...
I was relieved when a knock on my door pulled me out of my musings. “Come in!” Yay for distractions, I thought, sitting up as my visitor opened the door.
