“I want you inside always,” Linus whimpered. “Always knotting me, keeping me filled.”
Storm cursed. He pulled out almost entirely and gave Linus several hard but shallow thrusts, striking Linus’ prostate but going no further. Linus clawed at the sheets, coming again.
“Deeper,” Linus begged.
Storm slowed down, and pushed in deep. “Want to hold you down and flood you with my come. Knot inside. Ready for my knot, sweetheart?”
“Yes!”
Storm kept up a steady rhythm, until his breathing grew ragged and his cock thickened. He came deep in Linus, and made Linus take his knot. Then he massaged Linus with it until Linus was a sobbing, writhing mess, coming nonstop around him.
Later, when they had caught their breaths, Storm nibbled on Linus’ shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“What?”
“Would you mind if... if I had your name tattooed on my chest?” Storm was still kneeling, his arms braced on either side of Linus, his knot still buried.
Linus’ breath hitched. “Go ahead.”
“Thank you.” Storm nuzzled him. “I was going to have it tattooed five years ago, you know. But Fury said it would be creepy if I did and then met you. So I held off in case I ever got a chance for... this.” He gestured between them.
“Fury was right.” Linus leaned in and kissed Storm. “This way is better. I... I thought maybe... I could write my name? So it would be in my handwriting, on your chest.”
Storm inhaled sharply. “Gods, yes. That’s a better idea than anything I could come up with.”
“You’d probably think of it, given enough time.”
They nuzzled each other, fingers entwined.
There came a kick, hard enough that Linus grunted. He hurried to flatten Storm’s palm against his belly.
“Sweetheart?” Storm asked.
“Shh. Wait.”
They waited for a long while. Then came another kick. This time, Storm’s eyes grew round.
“I felt it,” Storm said breathlessly. “I felt that, sweetheart!”
Linus felt his alpha’s joy as keenly as his own. “I’m glad. You’ve been waiting a while.”
Storm dropped kisses all over his face, smiling so brightly. “Can’t wait to meet our little one.”
“Same here.” They exchanged a smile, holding hands as they rubbed Linus’ belly again.
32
BIRTH
“I don’t thinkI’m ready for this,” Storm said anxiously, dropping three more pillows onto their bed.
They had upgraded the bed to a king-sized thing, but lately, they had piled so many blankets and pillows on there that Storm barely managed to fit in next to his omega.
“I’m beyond ready,” Linus grumbled, shuffling irritably. “Everything sucks. I’m achy and bloated all over.”
Storm shut up, reaching over to massage Linus’ swollen feet. It looked really uncomfortable; Storm had watched one of those videos where an omega had strapped a watermelon to his alpha’s belly, and made him pick things off the floor.
Linus hadn’t made him do that, but Storm knew his omega was miserable, the longer his pregnancy dragged on. His skin had stretched almost painfully over his swollen belly; Storm helped to massage lotion into him twice a day. Triple T had stopped kicking; there was just no more space left to move in Linus’ belly.
