Page 11 of With A Little Luck

Chapter Ten

Hartley

N ow that I’ve had a taste of Quincy, I don’t see how I’m supposed to pretend to be a gentleman. Those soft little moans and groans she let out as I fucked my tongue into her mouth will be my undoing.

There’s nothing to be done about my cock. I’ve been hard as a rock since her plush lips met mine. I keep my pelvis a respectable distance from Quincy’s ass as I lie behind her on her bed to hide my hard-on, and it’s awkward, considering I’d much rather be plastered to her backside.

I have to hold my head with one palm just to pretend to be able to see the TV, but I’m much more focused on the little omega.

When she first opened the door to let me in tonight, I damn near forgot how to speak. The soft dress she’s been clad in all night clings to every single curve.

Who the fuck knows when I became so enamored by a baby bump, but here we are.

I started the movie with my hand on her hip. It long ago migrated to brushing over her stomach, and I can’t even bring myself to be embarrassed about it.

I’m taking liberties she hasn’t agreed to. She also hasn’t told me to fuck off, so I’m taking that as consent.

Am I acting like a pushy, almost feral alpha?

Maybe, but I hope not.

Quincy coos, snuggling her back deeper into my chest.

A goofy smile takes over my face.

She’s fucking adorable.

Why didn’t I make my interest known months ago? If I had, we could have been so much farther along in this whole getting to know each other process.

I must doze off at some point.

My entire right side is hot and damp when I wake up. It’s enough to force me to attempt to roll over.

Only, I can’t move.

I’m trapped by a warm body.

My nostrils flare.

Quincy’s coconut and cream scent hits my senses, and I bite back a groan. My cock is fully hard and ready to provide whatever she may need to bring down her fever.

The baby bump rests partially on me, and my right hand is glued to her ass. Bringing my left hand up, I brush it over her cheek in an attempt to move the hair off her face.

A jolt of panic courses through my system, waking me up real quick. My chest is damp from her sweat.

Jesus Christ.

How did I miss that?

I vaguely remember stripping out of my belt and jeans at some point, but I wasn’t awake enough to be concerned if Quincy would be uncomfortable to find me in only my boxer briefs when morning came.

Hell, maybe I intended to wake up before she did so it wouldn’t be a problem. I don’t know. I wasn’t conscious enough to make good choices.

Either way, we have a bigger issue.

She’s burning up.

She moans and jerks in her sleep, dragging her leg over my length. It jumps in response. Her pheromones sit heavy in the air, and I freeze as she grinds her pussy over my hip.

Aww, fuck.

This would be so much hotter if I wasn’t terrified. Then again, my dads always told me and my brothers not to overthink too much when it comes to caring for an omega. Alpha instincts are honed in on how best to meet an omega’s needs.

They said to trust our guts, which I would be much more open to doing if Quincy and I were dating.

Goddammit.

I should have asked her to be my girlfriend before we fell asleep.

Her hand rests on my pec, and her fingers dig into my skin as she whimpers.

“Are you okay down there, beautiful?” I murmur, running my fingers over her cheek.

“Hart? I don’t feel so good.”

“Yeah, I can tell. What can I do to help you feel better?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers, burying her nose deeper into my skin. “Everything is hazy. You smell so good.”

“You smell pretty fucking incredible to me, too, but I don’t want to make assumptions…”

She licks me.

My dick jumps like she slid that naughty tongue right down it instead of my pec.

Her nails dig into my ribs, and she trembles. “Okay, I decided what I need is your pheromones. Maybe more than just your pheromones. I don’t know. I’m achy.”

“Do you want me to take over and see what I can do to help?”

She nods.

Fuck me.

I’m pretty sure there’s an actual puddle of slick forming where she’s been grinding against my hip and the top of my thigh. My instincts take over, and I very carefully roll her onto her back.

“Is this okay?” I ask, pulling my arm from underneath her back. “I mean, is it safe for the baby?”

“For short bursts. The doctor said I would know if something was wrong. I’d have discomfort or my vision would go fuzzy.”

“You’ll tell me if any of that comes up,” I say, and it’s not a question.

“I will,” she agrees, wrapping her hands around my torso.

I’m next to her on the bed, but with my top half stretched over hers. Luckily I’m in good shape. I can contort around her with little trouble. Planting a hand next to her head, I lower my face to hers and mark her cheeks with my scent.

Something deep in my gut says that she needs my pheromones, and I do my best to saturate her in them. Her eyes are always so blue, but her pupils are blown into huge, round saucers, making her eyes seem darker than they truly are.

The look of desperation on her face kills me.

I will give her anything she wants.

I just can’t overstep or misread her cues.

We’re still feeling each other out.

I’ve never had any bias against one-night stands or casual hookups, but I want way more than that from Quincy.

I’ve had more than a few daydreams about the future I want us to build, and I’m willing to take my time to make that a reality. Or I was before this heat spike came out of nowhere. Letting her suffer isn’t even in the realm of possibility.

Not to mention, I’m concerned about the baby. Omegas are built to withstand extreme fevers, but I don’t know if that extends to the baby, and that scares the hell out of me.

I’d like to give evolution a little more credit than that, but it’s not worth the risk.

Our lips brush as I’m marking her cheeks, and she nips at my lower lip. A low, dangerous growl rattles out of my chest, and I take over the kiss.

My right palm has been keeping my top half upright, but my forearm falls to the bed so I can cradle the top of Quincy’s head. Every gasp she lets out sends a pulse straight to my knot, and it gets hard to focus.

I’m supposed to be taking care of her, and every cell in my system says drilling her full of my cum will help that fever of hers. It’s feral-alpha logic, and I know that, but my system is convinced.

She tastes like coconut and creamy vanilla. A delicious treat just waiting to be devoured.

“I’m so hot. Get this off me.” She shoves my chest until I lean back enough that she can grab the bottom of the pajama dress she’s wearing.

Pulling back on my knees, I help her out of it and toss it aside.

My jaw falls.

She’s pretty much all belly, and for whatever insane reason, my cock jolts, dribbling precum. The insane urge to breed her all over again washes over me from nowhere, and I really start to question my sanity.

Quincy groans, stretching back to attempt to unhook her bra. I get myself into gear and reach around her, popping the hooks.

The straps fall down her arms, and she frowns. “Even that is too much. It’s like my skin is too sensitive.” The bra goes flying, and she moves to hold herself up on her forearms.

Her molten gaze dances down my chest, landing on my boxer briefs. The sexy little “O” her lips form will be burned into my retinas for a long time.

I follow her line of sight and snort.

My dick does look obscene pushing against the thin material. Even my knot is visible.

Quincy’s trembling hand stretches out, and her fingers run over my shaft on top of my boxer briefs. It jerks, and I growl. I’m so jacked up that even that small touch feels dangerous.

The heat from her fingertips feels amazing as she circles my crown, focusing on the wet spot from all the precum I’ve been leaking.

“Lie back,” I growl, teasing my hands up her thighs. She falls back, like I barked the command, and my brain almost short-circuits. Her tits are heavy teardrops with light, tannish-brown nipples, and they’re really fucking nice.

Which probably makes it even stranger that my gaze keeps going back to her abdomen. I’ve heard people say a pregnant belly looks like a basketball, but not Quincy’s stomach. It’s a massive oval bubble, and her skin is pulled so tight it almost looks painful.

My hands reach her panties, and I groan when I catch a peek at the wet spot on the front.

Hooking my fingers in the band, I quirk an eyebrow. “These off too?”

She nods, making her long dark waves fall around her shoulders.

I work on getting her out of her panties, my gaze constantly circling back to her face. The way her straight, white teeth dig into her lower lip makes me ache to eat her alive. It takes some maneuvering to get her out of her last piece of clothing, but I succeed and toss it aside.

I plant a knee between her thighs and the other on the outside. It leaves me straddling her leg, but I imagine I’m going to need to be creative to make this work.

Crawling over her, I dive in for a filthy open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues clash as her scent floods my nose. Everything gets hazy and muted outside of Quincy.

Her skin is soft against mine as I cradle her stomach in my palm, giving it a tender caress and work down to tease her clit. She’s drenched, and feeling her slick makes my teeth pulse with the same throb that has settled in my knot.

I lean around the baby belly and eventually give up, mostly resting my side on the bed to avoid putting any weight on her stomach.

“More, please,” she sobs, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck.

“How about my fingers?” My voice comes out husky with need and maybe a little desperation.

My dick is about to riot.

I’ve been hard for so long it’s almost physically painful.

“Or you could get inside me,” she whispers, capturing my lower lip between her teeth.

I growl, fighting the urge to bite her back.

That sounds amazing.

Life-changing.

Like everything I’ve dreamed of.

And I still don’t falter. Instead, I work two fingers down to her opening, shoving them inside her with no warning.

Quincy sobs, her shoulders curling toward me. Her skin burns mine as she turns her top half more toward me. Now that I’ve got my fingers inside her, it becomes clear exactly how hot she is.

Grinding my palm against her clit, I get to work fucking her with my hand. I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back if she begs me to fuck her again, so I push my mouth to hers.

With how thick her pheromones are, it must qualify as a perfume, but I thought perfuming only occurred immediately before heats. Hell, maybe I need to do more research. The scent does my head in, and I worry what would happen if I start functioning at base-level only.

I quirk my fingers, searching for her G-spot, and continue grinding my palm against her clit.

Quincy shivers and nods into our kiss.

Ahh, well, at least I’m doing something right.

Her hand snakes between us and under the band of my boxer briefs.

I freeze.

Even her uncoordinated movements are enough to get me dangerously close to the edge.

“Hart,” she whimpers against my lips.

Focusing on the tight cling of her walls around my thick fingers doesn’t help the state of my cock, but I need to make her come. I put all my effort into exactly that, grinding my teeth as she circles my crown with her soft fingertips.

I’m about three seconds away from losing it and coming in my boxer briefs. Pulling back from the kiss, I bark, “Come now!”

“You can’t just bark me into…” Quincy groans, tossing her face forward into the crook of my neck. “Maybe you can.” She licks and sucks on my throat, and the warm flick of her tongue on my skin makes my shaft thicken.

The universe does me a solid, and her pussy locks down on my fingers.

Thank God.

My balls draw tight, and my hand gets extra slick as she gushes. “That’s it, beautiful, come all over my hand.”

I wish I could see her face, but I can only assume she’s getting an even more potent hit of my pheromones with the way she sucks on my throat.

I’m barely able to move with how tightly she clamps down on my fingers.

It’s so easy to imagine what she would feel like strangling my cock the way she does my thick digits.

I’d really love to see that shocked “O” look on her face as I slip just the crown inside her. I wanna watch her tits bounce and feel her clench around every inch of me.

Quincy squeezes the hell out of my shaft as she comes, and even that works in my jacked-up state. It’s when she finally releases her choke hold to start to jerk me off again that euphoria rips through my nerve endings.

Some combination of a groan and growl fills the air as I buck into her grip. She sucks on my pulse like she’s a vampire, and I come in my boxer briefs. The haze of rut tickles my senses, sitting right there, waiting to take over.

Ahh, hell.