Page 54 of Marcello
Marcello’s hand touched my thigh. “You have a vein right here on your thigh. It calls to me.” His finger slid upward toward my groin. “It runs up to here, and I would love nothing more than to taste you here.” His finger continued to run along my groin until he ran it up my cock.
“No,” I gasped. “You wouldn’t.”
“Not if you say no. But trust me when I say that you would enjoy it. The orgasm would be instant and most likely one of the more intense you’ve had.” Marcello’s eyes moved down to wherehis fingers were gently rubbing my cock and then widened. “Are you having contractions?”
I glared. “Probably Why? I’ve been feeling waves of something for a while now. I thought maybe it was just because I was so close to giving birth and we were doing this.”
Marcello slid from the bed and quickly pulled on his pants. I made a noise of frustration. “What are you doing?”
“Your line,” he said and pointed. “It was red this morning but hadn’t opened. It’s open. Mostly.” Marcello pulled on his shirt and started buttoning it.
“But…we were talking about you biting. I like it when you bite.” I felt the wave of pressure again and placed my hand on my stomach. Okay, that was probably more than just pressure. That was most likely a contraction.
Marcello grabbed his phone and started touching it. He put the phone on the bed, and I heard it ring.
“Ciao.”
“Rio, it’s Marcello. Abel’s omega line is opening.”
“This is good news,” the warlock doctor said. “How much of it is open? Do you see any heads?”
“Heads? Really?” I asked.
“Yes,” Rio chuckled. “How is the burning sensation? Is it overly painful?”
Things finally clicked. “Ah. So that’s what that feeling was.”
Marcello pulled the sheet up over my lower half and then sat me up. When he did, there was a sudden gush of fluid.
“Oh, that’s…I just ruined the bed,” I said. “Marcello. My waters. The gush.”
“I will be right there,” Rio said just before he ended the call. Marcello pulled a T-shirt over my head.
“Do I really need that?” I asked as there was a knock on the door.
“Yes,” Marcello said. I saw a blur and blinked twice, and Marcello was standing next to me.
“Umm…what just happened?”
“I answered the door.”
Rio and Mazzi walked in, Rio giving me an encouraging smile. Mazzi raised his arms over his head and did a funny spin. “I’m here,” Mazzi said. “Naldo has Tulio and is going to go to Master Vincent’s office to let him know you are in labor. Or wherever it was that Master Vincent is.”
I laughed, but it quickly turned into a moan of pain. “Okay. That one actually hurt that time. And now I feel that burning feeling. That’s no fun.” I glanced down at my stomach. “And I’m still leaking everywhere.” I looked up at Marcello. “I’ve ruined our bed. I’m so sorry.”
“You haven’t. Everything is fine,” Marcello said. “A waterproof cover was put on the mattress a few weeks ago.”
“Even if it hadn’t,” Mazzi said, “it’s not as if we can’t clean it for you.”
“I have replaced many beds, sofas, chairs, and rugs in my lifetime. Yours certainly would not have been the first,” Rio said. “But what I can do for you right at the moment is clean up the mess under, around, and on you. That should make you more comfortable.”
I suddenly felt a dryness under and around me, and I smiled. “Thank you,” I said quietly as I looked up at Rio.
“You are most welcome.” Rio looked to his right, my left. “Marcello, if you would like a chair to sit in, I can help with that. “Or you can get behind him on the bed.”
“I’ll sit behind him,” Marcello said seconds before he climbed onto the bed. It dipped behind me, and I started to fall that way, but Marcello’s strong hands were there to hold me in place. My mate managed to get situated behind me, and then his kneeswere beside my thighs, and I leaned back and relaxed as best as I could.
Marcello had long since become my place of peace. Sure, the man caused me great frustration at times, but he was also an amazing mate, and in his arms, I always found peace and understanding, no matter how difficult life was at the moment.
