Page 90 of Habibi: Always and Forever
“That’s it, baby. Let it all go for me.” Edwin murmured the words against the skin of my thigh, but I barely heard him over the blood pounding in my ears.
Despite just coming, my cock still ached, and I needed so much more.
I needed Edwin’s cum. I needed him to breed me, to knock me up, to help me expand our little family.
“Edwin! Please!”
He shushed me again, one of his hands smoothing down my thigh as he withdrew his tusk from my hole letting me feel every ridge on the way out, and I whined at the feeling of emptiness when he was gone.
I didn’t have to wait long, though. In the next moment, his cock replaced his tusk, and he drove into me deep as he placed a hand on my lower back pressing me even farther into the mattress.
I whimpered with bone-deep relief as my alpha bottomed out inside me, and as he started to move, setting a pace designed to make me come quickly, I screamed his name.
“I love you, Jonah.” His words were grunted out between punishingly deep thrusts, but I felt them wrap around my heart the way they always did, his love and devotion clear through our mate bond and his whispered words. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and I’ll love you forever.”
A happy tear slid down my cheek, mixing with my cum on the sheets, and I choked back a sob as I felt the fathomless depth of his love through our bond. I’d never known love could be like this, and every day I was more and more grateful we’d found each other.
Edwin’s grip tightened on my hips, and he drove into me hard and fast, giving me exactly what he knew I needed in the early stages of my heat.
In what felt like seconds, I was coming again as Edwin growled behind me and filled me with his cum.
My orgasm felt like it went on forever as I rode both my own release and his, our shared pleasure echoing back and forth between us through our bond, and when I felt his cock thicken, the ridges of his knot that matched the ridges of his horn pressing against the walls of my channel, I came again, my mate’s name on my lips.
After that, time was lost in a haze of heat, of Edwin’s body filling me until I felt too full but still craved more.
He took me over and over with his tusk, his mouth, and his cock, and as I drifted out of sleep, my body felt both sore and sated in a way that made my soul soar.
Edwin held me wrapped in his arms, his fingers gently stroking over the skin of my stomach, and I rolled my head on the pillow to look at him.
His hair was a mess and his cheeks were flushed, but there was joy and adoration in his eyes when he looked back at me.
“Hi.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “How are you feeling?”
A yawn cracked my jaw, but the telltale tightness in my skin that told me another wave of heat was approaching was absent.
Which meant only one of two things.
My heat had run its course, or I was pregnant.
I sat up quickly, my head spinning, and Edwin reached out to steady me, grabbing a bottle of water off his nightstand as he sat up too. He unscrewed the cap and handed me the bottle, but I didn’t take a sip. My throat was too tight with emotion to be able to swallow.
“How long has it been?”
A wicked grin spread across my mate’s face, and my heart did a little pirouette in my chest. “A little over two days.”
I felt my eyes go wide. “Two days? It’s only been two days.” As an omega lynx, my heats usually lasted between five and seven days, but if I was already feeling this steady after only two days…
My hand not holding the bottle of water flew to my stomach. “Does that mean… Oh my god, Edwin. Am I…”
His smile turned feral. “Yes, sweet thing. You’re pregnant.” He leaned in close and breathed in my scent. “Your scent is already starting to change.”
“Oh my god.” Tears gathered in my eyes, and Edwin pulled me into his embrace, the water sloshing between us as I cried happy tears into his chest.
He ran his hand up and down my back, telling me how he couldn’t wait for me to be round with another baby, how he couldn’t wait to worship my belly and rub my tired feet, how he couldn’t wait to take care of me, and with every word he spoke, I felt the truth of them in my soul.
He pulled the crushed water bottle from between us and set it aside, then wrapped me up in his arms again.
I finally sat up and pressed a happy, if wet, kiss to my mate’s lips. “I love you, Edwin. Thank you for giving me everything I always wanted.”
He smiled and kissed me back. “It’s you who’s given me everything, Jonah. Thank you for loving me, and Lia, and”—his hand covered mine where it still rested on my stomach—“this little one so well and so much.”
A fresh set of joyful tears spilled down my cheeks, and Edwin tugged me against his chest as he slid down in the bed again and pulled the covers up over us, letting me rest and bask in the knowledge that in about five months we’d be a family of four.
And I couldn’t wait.
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