Page 76 of Feral Adaptation
He nods. “And pregnant with her second child.”
“Oh,” I say softly. “Really?”
I do like the thought of meeting a friend of Lilly’s, and one that’s expecting like me is a bonus. It’s taken some adjustment, this new life. I’m no longer an omega deployed here or there. Now I have a permanent position at the omega community. And while I still get to see the people I know, the context is different now, and, like me, they will eventually move on and find mates.
It would be nice to have friends beyond the people I know there.
“Lilly and her mates are coming too,” he adds, like he knows that’s the clincher.
His hand slides slowly to the collar of my throat and a familiar glint enters his eyes.
“That’s nice,” I say weakly, completely distracted as he backs me into the mirror and the cool glass presses against my spine through the fabric of my dress. “Don’t you dare mess me up! Zeb, I’m serious?— “
Of course, he ignores me, drops to his knees, and pushes my hem up with slow, deliberate hands. He nuzzles against the lace of my panties, rumbles a purr, before sliding them down—then casually tosses them over his shoulder.
I groan. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and my body is already growing slick.
“Quiet, woman,” he says, voice low. “Just a little snack to take the edge off. Wouldn’t want me turning feral in front of your nice new friends, now, would we?”
I moan as his hands spread my thighs, one leg lifted onto his shoulder. My fingers sink into his soft hair and grip. With the first lap of his tongue, I’m gone. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he rumbles against my most intimate place.
