The lower he went, the more sparks of arousal exploded across my nerves. Leveret ran his curious hand across my belly.
"You have no navel," he remarked.
"No, I suppose I don't."
He peered at the blank expanse of my belly. "That's interesting. But it makes sense. You weren't born the same way I was."
I thought he'd comment on the curiosity and move on. Instead, he spent a long time lingering there, giving my stomach plenty of attention. Embarrassment turned my cheeks hot.
"Animus?" he asked.
"Yes?"
"Can you get pregnant?"
I stopped breathing. I stared at Leveret, who glanced at me with inquisitive hope.
My heart raced faster than ever. Why did he ask? Was he curious? Or was there a specific answer he wanted to hear?
And then there was the question itself:couldI get pregnant?
I'd always known I was an omega, or at least the closest spirit equivalent. In a sense, I was the blueprint. I'd existed before any other omegas came into this world. I never thought it made me unique among my spirit kin. I'd assumed it was a mistake that I wasn't like them. A glitch in my creation. I was the black sheep of the four of us, the odd one out in every possible way—what was one more stark contrast to permanently differentiate me from the rest?
"I… don't know," I admitted.
Leveret regarded me closely. A brief flicker of jealousy slithered across his eyes. "Did you try with Christopher?"
A cold laugh fell out of me. "That's a resounding no. It never went that far."
His eyes softened in relief. "Good."
He wanted me all to himself. That thrilled me. Nobody else had ever desired me like this. Not me as a person, anyway.
Leveret, though…
I smiled up at him, curling my fingers tighter around his neck. "Do you like that?"
"Yes," he said firmly. He rubbed his thumbs across my hip bones. "There's this urge I have to hoard you. Like, I want to dig a hole and put you in it, then sit on the hole."
His honesty made me grin. "A me-sized hole? That'll take quite some time."
"If it meant no other alpha touches you," he said in a low voice, "I'd do it no matter how long it took."
The possessive streak in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, straight to my cock. That alone was proof enough that he was unique—if any other alpha in the world said that to me, they'd regret it. But hearing it from Leveret was smoking hot.
Gods, it was disgusting how weak I was for him. But I didn't care. I wanted this so badly.
The kissing and caressing was nice, but I craved more. I raised my hips and pushed my body against him.
"Please," I murmured.
He obliged my will. His tender hands slunk between my thighs, gently pushing them apart. He took care not to brush his knuckles against my cock. Whether he’d done it out of respect or just to tease me, I didn't know, but I wanted his hands on me. Now.
"Touch me, Leveret," I ordered.
He glanced up from beneath his eyelashes. "I am touching you."
I smirked. "You're taking your sweet time about it. Can't you see I'm throbbing?"