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ZEKE

"Yes, Alpha! Please! Right there! Umph!" Rylan groans as I bury my cock in his tight hole. His body squeezes me like it's fighting to hold me inside and I chuckle at the thought. What I wouldn't give to live buried inside him all the time.

Fuck. The thought has my cock surging with desire.

I pull back, then thrust forward a little harder. It's not so powerful as to send him flying over the back of the couch, but it's enough to have him panting and begging for release.

"You'll come when I say so, my beautiful little Omega. So fucking sexy carrying our baby. Walking around the office all day teasing me, making me want you even though I was stuck in meetings, unable to touch you."

There was a glass back wall in the conference room that looked out toward the walkway between office spaces. I can't tell you how many times I looked up today to find Rylan walking past. It was like he knew every time my eyes would stray, and he'd be there just in time. It drove me mad.

Which is why I now have him bent over the couch as I teach him a lesson about the effects of teasing an Alpha. I don't think he's feeling all that punished though. From the sultry sounds pouring from his lips, I'd say he enjoys knowing he got under my skin.

Little minx.

"I'm so close. Please. Give me more, Alpha!"

I don't hesitate in following his demands. I might be the Alpha in genetic makeup, but my pregnant Omega calls the shots when it comes to how hard and how fast he wants to be taken. There is nothing I wouldn't do for him or to him to give him the pleasure he deserves.

My own orgasm rushes forward. I can feel it holding on desperately, as if all I need is one more push to get me over the edge.

Sure enough, that push comes the moment my Omega comes. His hole locks me in a vice grip, dragging my release forward, slamming me into a state of ecstasy. My knot swells and Rylan whimpers as it slips inside of him.

"Oh god. You feel so good. I'm stuffed full," he says with a drowsy sort of giggle.

I regret not getting him to bed when I feel his muscles start to relax. He's nearly dead weight in my hold, the exhaustion of the day having stolen his energy. Add to it the pounding I just gave him, and he's done for. My little cum drunk Omega needs to rest.

Moving as easily as I can, I lift him up and inch us around the edge of the couch. It's a slow process. I'm literally talking baby shuffling steps to prevent any pain or discomfort to my Omega.

Once we're fully around the space, I ease us onto the couch. Rylan remains in my lap given the way my knot locked us together. He sinks back into me, his eyes closed as soft snores leave his lips.

He's the cutest fucking thing ever.

I rub a hand over his stomach as I take in the swell of our baby. Our baby. The one we created together.

While it wasn't necessarily the plan, I can't ever say I'm upset about the way it worked out. The past four months have only brought us closer. And soon, he'll be mine in name also. A wedding, a baby, and a family better than I could have ever asked for. I'm thankful for every bit and I can't wait to see what comes next.

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