Page 89 of The Omega's Fake Mate

“Nope. I think we should do something about that before I leave this place forever.” To be with the man I loved, the man who was tugging at my shirt now.

“You're right. It would be a shame if we didn't do anything about that.” His motions were a little impatient as he freed me of my shirt, but I couldn't blame him. It had been a long time since we'd been together this way. I was impatient, too. I wanted to feel his skin, the warmth of his body, that absolute sense of belonging I got when he was inside me. Nothing was better than that.

I helped him undress me, and then I laid back on the bed languidly, watching him take his own clothing off piece by piece. “Looking good,” I said, feeling just the tiniest bit self-conscious about the weight I'd gained so far during this pregnancy.

“Looking even better,” he gave back, finally joining me on the bed. His eyes strayed to the baby bulge on my belly. “I can't believe you're this far along already.”

“Does it turn you off?”

He gave a short laugh, like it was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever said to him. “Quite the opposite,” he assured me, eyes dark with desire as he looked at me. And then he kissed me again before I could say any more. That was okay, though. More than okay. I didn't want to say any more. I only wanted to feel this moment with him, our bodies molding together like we were always meant for each other—which I was sure we were.

My hands slid over his back, so happy to be able to hold on to him again. Pinpricks erupted on my skin where he touched me in return. Being with Zander wasn't about the sex to me, no, but it sure felt good. His scent, all alpha in this moment, enveloped me just as surely as his arms, and I lost myself in him.

“I've missed you,” I whispered in his ear as he kissed my neck, because I felt it needed to be said again.

“You too,” he murmured before moving lower. The moment his lips touched my left nipple, I sighed with bliss. My nipples had become tender during this pregnancy, but until Zander licked at one, I didn't realize justhowtender. Having my alpha tease me there was the sweetest torture. Especially considering that I was already hornier than I'd ever been.

“Really don't need much foreplay,” I got out. “Just need to feel you.”

Zander grinned up at me. “Guess we don't have to worry about condoms this time, do we?”

“No, definitely no need for that,” I said glancing at my belly. There weresomeupsides to this pregnancy thing. Who would have thought? I rolled on my side as Zander lined up behind me.

“Don't want to squish anything by lying on top of you.”

“I've heard babies are more robust than you think.” But I didn't mind this position. It was kind of nice, with Zander's hand trailing over my belly. I leaned back into him as his free hand slid between my cheeks. I wriggled my butt at him; I couldn't help myself. He laughed, warm breath skating over my neck.

“Impatient?” he asked.

“Like you wouldn't believe.”

“I think I've got just the thing.”

“Oh, I'm sure you do.”

One of his fingers slipped inside and a deep sigh escaped me. A finger wasn't enough, though. I needed more of him. Desperately. “That's not the thing.”

Zander chuckled. “Oh, did you mean this thing then?”

I moaned as he finally entered me, stretching my inner walls. Yes, that was the thing I'd needed. This. Him. Us together. By the sound Zander made in the back of his throat, he felt much the same way. I pressed back against him, taking him deeper. I wanted to feel him all the way to my core. Heat ran down my spine as he bottomed out in me. This moment, I felt more connected to him than I ever had, and that feeling was the best in the world.

“God, you feel good,” Zander murmured, one hand still on my belly, stroking lazily.

“Move,” I gave back. He obeyed gladly, setting a rhythm that seemed slow at first but steadily grew faster as both of us became more frantic. My insides lit up and pressure built in my groin. I loved being with Zander like this. I wanted the moment to last forever.

But I also really needed him to get me off.

“Zander,” I panted his name, and somehow, he got the hint. His hand moved from my baby bulge to my cock, which was well and trulyhardby now. I gasped. He took that as his cue to start stroking, his lips at the juncture of my shoulder. His other hand tightened on my hip, and we rocked together, both of us desperate for release.

It was definitely a good way to make some final memories in this place.

To my surprise, Zander came first, nearly biting my skin when he did so. I wouldn't have minded; I could hardly feel anything aside from the need to follow him over the cliff. Feeling his hot seed inside of me gave me the last push I needed. I came with a cry, spending myself in Zander's hand before my body went limp in his hold.

I wanted to stay like this forever.

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Nick