A Second Chance for the Firefighter: An MPreg Romance by Anna Wineheart

A Second Chance for the Firefighter: An MPreg Romance by Anna Wineheart

Author:Anna Wineheart [Wineheart, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-08T00:00:00+00:00


15

Taylor Goes Into Heat

Taylor kept an eye on the alphas around him, turning his focus inward. The warmth in his body had been growing, an insistent ache radiating from his gut into his limbs.

For the past few years, Taylor had spent his heats by himself, locked in his bedroom with some toys so he could resolve his hunger without an alpha.

Before that, he’d spent them with Nate. If conception didn’t occur, an omega’s heat usually lasted five days. Nate had always made sure to sate Taylor—thoroughly, hungrily, so much so that when the heats ended, Taylor’s ass twinged for a week after.

This heat wasn’t a regular one, though. A primal ache had begun to flood through Taylor’s muscles, his bones, surging between his thighs with an intense need that made his mouth water. “Fuck.”

‘Zach’ smirked and pulled out. “Your body’s getting ready for my come, ‘Tommy’. I’m gonna claim you so hard, you’ll feel me inside for weeks.”

Taylor heard some of it. The rest was lost to the buzzing in his ears, the building waves of hunger pounding through his body. Then it hit him like a bolt of lightning—everything narrowed down to the low throb in his cock, the way his ass hurt as it began to produce so much slick—in preparation for his alpha’s rough claiming.

All Taylor could smell was Nate’s altered birch scent, the old booze and the woodsiness of other alphas in the club. All he could focus on was the emptiness between his legs, the relentless need that now throbbed through his veins.

He needed to get onto all fours, he needed to thrust his ass up into the air. He needed to beg Nate to fuck him and fill him, and then fuck him again.

Nate growled and glanced at the other alphas, covering Taylor’s body possessively with his own.

“Fuck, fuck.” Taylor shuddered, trying to breathe through the need squeezing his throat. Where was Nate’s cock? Why had Nate taken it out?

He spread his legs, reaching down to pull his asscheeks apart. So Nate could see his too-empty hole. So Nate would slam inside him, and fill him with cock.

“You need my come, don’t you?” Nate leaned in to sniff at Taylor. Then his entire body grew stiff, his breath punching out.

Taylor had seen this before, too. Alphas only went into ruts with omegas they cared about. Nate had spent more heats with Taylor going into ruts, than he had without.

He leaned over Taylor now, panting, his gaze ravenous. His muscles strained against his shirt, and his cock swelled thicker than ever, flushed and desperate.

“Need,” Nate growled, raking his gaze over Taylor. His precome dripped onto Taylor’s cock; he would stretch Taylor so thoroughly, wouldn’t he? He would make Taylor come so hard.

“Please,” Taylor whimpered, trying to flip himself over.

Nate shoved him back down; Taylor’s breath rushed out at that dominance. And his cock throbbed harder, straining toward his alpha.

“Stay on your fucking back,” Nate snarled, looking into Taylor’s eyes.

Nate was struggling to keep them safe. Taylor barely understood that message, his thoughts as foggy as they were.



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