Animus's fingers threaded through my hair, clutching my head possessively. "I love you more."
"Logically impossible."
"Nope. That's the cold, hard truth," Animus teased.
With a growl, I pinned him to the bed. His cheeks flushed. He loved it when I playfully dominated him like that. It didn't come naturally to me, but we learned together — not just in the bedroom, but in all aspects of our lives.
"Take this off," I asked, pinching the hem of his black cape.
"Yes, alpha."
I knew it was fun for him to call me that while we were intimate, kind of like a roleplay. I did my best to adopt the role of the domineering alpha who confidently took what he wanted.
Once Animus was naked, I spent a long time staring at his beautiful swollen belly. I rubbed my hands gently over it. The fact that his body resembled a mortal omega's body while pregnant amazed me. Everything about him was a wonder.
I leaned over his chest and pressed a soft trail of kisses from his sternum to the bottom of his belly. Animus murmured in pleasure, closing his eyes and sinking back into the pillow.
"That feels so nice," he said.
I smiled and nuzzled him, happy to hear it.
As I went lower, I discovered his already hard cock waiting for my attention. My fingers curled around the base and pumped slowly. There was no need to rush. As eager as I was, I preferred going slow because I got to see every small reaction from my mate. That was a reward in and of itself.
I moved my lips from his belly to the tip of his shaft. Animus moaned as I kissed it.
"Leveret…"
I parted my mouth to suck the tip, which made him moan louder and longer. The sounds he made during sex aroused me to my core. My own cock throbbed, but I had no problem waiting. My pregnant mate deserved attention first.
I hummed as my lips worked his cock head. While the sweet taste of my mate's skin filled my mouth, the scent of his pheromones and omega slick drove me wild. My heart pounded as arousal built inside me like a dam about to break. I couldn't take it any longer. I engulfed Animus's cock with my lips, taking it to the base. Tears pricked my eyes as his head tickled the back of my throat, but I wasn't going to stop.
Animus groaned in pleasure. He arched his back and bucked into my mouth. "Fuck, Leveret, that's good..."
Hearing my mate utter my name in such a sultry manner sent chills down my body. My balls ached, desperate now. But I was determined to make Animus come first. I sucked his sensitive skin and dragged the flat of my tongue up his shaft, flicking the tip. Animus cried out. His fingers dug into my hair, holding me in place.
"There... right there, just like that," he whimpered.
I held steady as Animus's voice ramped up to a crescendo before he let out a wanton scream and his seed poured down my throat. I braced myself until the aftershocks of his orgasm ended, then pulled away while swallowing. Animus was splayed against the bed, his arm thrown over his forehead as he breathed fast.
"Gods, my limbs feel like noodles," he mumbled.
I grinned, satisfied with myself. Such a high compliment was generally reserved for mind-blowing orgasms.
Animus blearily opened his eyes. He reached out for me. "Come here."
I laid across his chest as he curled his arms around my head. I felt everythumpof his racing heart beat.
"You're perfect, you know that?" Animus murmured.
I knew nobody was truly perfect, but I'd learned to accept the nicety. "Thank you."
He held my face gently in his hands so I was facing him.
"And since you're perfect, I can't just let you go without making you come, now can I?" Animus purred.
My heart skipped a beat. I was about to respond when Animus's gentle claw-fingers took hold of my cock, and the words were no longer important. I shivered in pleasure as he stroked my length in smooth, rhythmic motions. I was already so pent up that my nerves sparked at even that slight touch. I groaned, pushing my hips into his hand.
Suddenly my mate's free hand curled around the back of my head, demanding my attention. He crushed his lips against mine in a hungry, passionate kiss that made me dizzy. The lack of air from kissing, Animus's velvety wet tongue, his erotic touch, his pheromones filling the room... all of it felt heavenly.