by Leann Ryans
Her cheeks warmed as his hand lingered on her nape. Each heaving breath drew his scent deep into her lungs. He stood so close her belly touched the hard plain of his stomach, and she shivered with awareness.
Hunger bloomed inside her. They didn’t have time for him to satisfy the deeper craving for him, but he could settle her stomach.
45. Liam
Annalise dropped to her knees, fingers scrambling at his pants. It only took a moment for the shock to wear off and his cock to surge to attention, already growing by the time she tugged his clothes to his knees.
He had no time to prepare, the warmth of her mouth plunging over his rising erection as if she was going to die without it. He couldn’t hold back the groan as she took him to the back of her throat and tried to suck him in further.
Hand moving from her nape to tangle in her loose hair, he pulled her back long enough to let her take a breath before letting her take him again. He could feel her throat working as she tried to swallow his head, but it was too much for her.
Small hands curled around his shaft, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Twisting and squeezing, her hands worked him while her mouth tortured his tip.
All too fast he felt his balls drawing tight, ready to spill on her tongue. He tried to slow her down so he could fight it back, but Annalise refused to release him. Sucking harder, she tightened her grip and moaned.
His cock kicked as the first spray of cum left him. Annalise swallowed, tongue writhing against his shaft as her hand pumped his length for more.
Liam groaned as he stroked her hair. His release kept going, giving the little omega what she needed. By the time he finished he felt lightheaded, but Annalise was humming with happiness as her tongue lapped up the last drops of fluid.
He pulled in a shaky breath and reached for his pants as she stood. He didn’t want it to end there, but they were out of time. If they didn’t leave soon they would be late to meet his family.
Annalise watched him, the hunger in her eyes calling him to forget their plans, but he knew his mother would be disappointed if he gave in. He wasn’t sure what prompted Annalise to want to meet them, but he wasn’t going to lose the opportunity to lust. He couldn’t dare to hope for more, so this was the best he could offer them.
Once he was ready again Analise grabbed her purse as he held the door for her. They’d agreed to meet at a restaurant down the block where Annalise and he had eaten a few times, and he spotted his family out front as they approached.
He was trying to figure out how to introduce them, but his mother beat her to it by pulling Annalise into a hug. He had to laugh at the look Annalise shot him over his mother’s shoulder as his mom held on and made a fuss about how glad she was to meet her.
Annalise’s cheeks were glowing pink when his mother finally let go and he got the chance to introduce Sean and their father. His dad shook Annalise’s hand, but Sean knew to keep his distance and only gave her a polite nod. Beta and brother or not, Liam didn’t want an unattached male’s hands on the omega carrying his children.
Especially not Sean. He was surprised the little man-whore’s dick hadn’t shriveled and fallen off yet.
Annalise told them how grateful she was for the surprise as they entered the restaurant, and they spent the evening chatting. He could tell his mother loved Annalise, and even his brother warmed up to her, teasing her about choosing Liam.
They ended the night when Annalise announced she was tired and had to work the next day. His mother pulled her in for another long hug, whispering something he didn’t catch before releasing Annalise. The women shared a smile before his mother turned to him for a hug as well.
“I thought I didn’t matter anymore since you’re over there seducing my baby momma.”
His mother chuckled in his ear, giving him a light tap on the back of his head as she released him. She was familiar with his teasing, though sometimes he knew he frustrated her with it.
“I’m doing you a favor. Now get her home so she can rest. Growing babies is hard work.”
He laughed and gave her a peck on the cheek before heading out of the restaurant. Even though it was late, the streets were well-lit, and they had no trouble seeing. The summer breeze that teased him on the worksite when he was sweating under the sun was in full force, blowing Annalise’s blonde hair out behind her until she caught it and twisted it around her hand.
They walked in silence, but it wasn’t like it had been earlier. There was no tension between them, and he didn’t feel like she was trying to pull away. He was glad she’d met his family.
“Thank you, again. Today was wonderful.”
She looked up at him as he pressed the button on the elevator. They were no longer the only ones in the building, though most had chosen lower floors, so they had to wait for it.
“You’re welcome, Annalise. I’m glad you’re happy.”
A shadow passed behind her eyes, but the smile stayed on her face, so he dismissed it.
When they walked into the apartment, he eyed the mass of balloons filling the dining room. He’d thought a dozen would be enough to seem grand without being excessive, but since they’d used both the blue and the pink, that meant there were two dozen of the sacks of air hovering below the ceiling.
He’d never been a fan of them, particularly the loud noise that signaled their end, and Fifi was sitting beneath the mass eyeing them with a look he’d come to dread.
“Do you want me to take those to your room for you?”
Annalise laughed, shaking her head as she moved past him.
“Oh, no. They can stay right where they are,” she announced.
Leaning over the table, she plucked the vase from the center and headed toward the hall.
“These can come to my office though. Goodnight Liam!”
He watched her disappear into her room, disappointment filling him at not being able to finish what they started before leaving for dinner. Sighing, he glanced down as Fifi rubbed against his leg, meowing to get his attention.
“Well, at least I know you’ll come to bed with me,” he said as he lifted her into his arms.
Meowing again, she ignored him and made a swipe at the strings hanging from the balloons as they passed under them. Shaking his head, he let out another sigh. It was going to be a long night.
46. Annalise
It had only been six weeks since she found out what the babies were, yet half her closet was filled with tiny pink and blue outfits. There was a touch of purple and yellow, and a bit of green, but for the most part, the poor children were doomed to wear the same color forever.
And she still couldn’t decide on names.
She had four months left if everything went well, but it felt like she was running out of time. The names she liked before the pregnancy no longer fit because she wanted the names to go together, and she couldn’t seem to find new ones that didn’t make her cringe.
Huffing, she stopped chopping vegetables to lean on the counter. As her weight shifted it was getting harder and harder to stand for long periods, and she hadn’t considered that when she decided to make something with so many veggies.
She glared at the offending root until she heard Liam’s laughter from the couch. He was sitting with his sketch pad like he did most nights while she cooked, but she’d forgotten he was there.
Straightening, she went back to chopping carrots so she could move on to the sweet potatoes. She was surprised to look up and see Liam moving to her side, lifting the peeler and a potato.
“I can—”
“No,” he cut her off. “I can peel potatoes as well as you can, and it’ll save you time so you can sit sooner.”
He knew she enjoyed cooking, and that he was banned from her kitchen after the mess he’d made of it, but she had to admit there wasn’t much he could do to hurt the potato.
“Fine.”
She sighed but had to admit it did help to have him doing half the work. Chopping was the easy part, and with him p
eeling for her she had time get the next thing going.
Her feet were still sore by the time she took her seat at the table, and she took a moment just to enjoy the relief before the scent of the food became too much to resist.
“I think I did a pretty good job,” Liam remarked as he ate another piece of sweet potato.
Annalise rolled her eyes before raising a brow at him.
“All you did was peel and wash it,” she reminded him.
“Yes, but it’s so perfectly peeled I can taste it.”
He flashed his dimple at her and she couldn’t help laughing. Liam always found a way to lighten the mood for her, usually by making her laugh at his antics. There were times he acted like a young boy, getting into trouble just for the hell of it.
They finished their dinner but instead of heading to her room she decided to go out and sit on the patio. The days had been too hot for her to take her afternoon walks for a while, so she’d switched to the mornings, but after sitting in her office all day she felt like she needed a bit of fresh air.
Liam joined her after he finished washing up, taking the seat beside her as she looked out over the river.
“Margret and Manfred.”
Her nose scrunched as she turned her eyes to him.
“Eww.”
Liam huffed, shrugging one large shoulder. She’d told him about wanting the babies to have similar names, and he’d taken it to mean they had to start with the same letter. He’d been working his way through the alphabet, suggesting terrible names.
“Neveah and Negan.”
She shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers. The grin he tried to hide confirmed her suspicion that he was doing it on purpose just to torment her.
“Oprah and Omar.”
“If you say one more word…” she threatened.
There wasn’t anything she could really do to stop him, which he was well aware of, but she was surprised when he rolled off his chair to kneel in front of hers. Rough hands gripped her thighs, sliding under the edge of the dress she wore.
“What about if it’s about how good you taste?”
Her breath caught in her throat, eyes going wide. Her core clenched and slick soaked her panties at the gravel in his voice.
With one sentence he’d brought back the roaring desire for him that rarely left her. She was in his room every night, waking beside him most mornings before he carried her to the tub to bathe her before leaving for work. She tried to hide behind the excuse of the babies, but it was her own need more often than not.
“Then you may speak,” she whispered.
Light reflected from his pale blue eyes making them glow. Adjusting his grip to the back of her knees, he slid her forward in the seat and put her legs over his shoulders. Leaning closer to her core, he drew in a deep breath before letting out a rumble of pleasure.
“You smell delicious.”
Warm fingers pushed her dress up her thighs. The breeze hitting the wet spot on her panties caused goosebumps to rise along her flesh, a shiver running up her spine as his face moved closer.
“So sweet and needy,” he murmured.
His lips pressed against her through the fabric, her clit a pulsing beacon calling for his touch. She wiggled a little lower as Liam wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled them apart. Her panties bunched in the middle, riding up between her folds, and he trailed his tongue along the exposed flesh of her outer lips.
One big hand moved to her belly, massaging the sides where the muscles were stretched by the weight of her womb. The other hand pulled the lace covering her to the side, exposing her to him.
“So divine.”
He leaned in closer, his breath feathering over her core before he abruptly sat back.
“Peter and Patsy.”
“No.”
Her growl caused him to chuckle. She released the armrest to reach for his head, but he’d already leaned in again. She heard him mumble, “Good,” but was too lost in the sensations he caused to pay attention to words.
Her fingers sank into his soft hair, tangling in the locks to keep him in place. Hips rocking, she rode his tongue until tension coiled tight in her belly, threatening to rip her apart.
“Come for me, Annalise,” Liam growled.
The vibrations rocked through her as he sank two fingers into her channel, stroking upward. She exploded, head thrown back to cry out her release as she ground his face into her. He pumped his fingers, dragging out her orgasm until her body began to twitch.
She collapsed back into the chair as Liam used the flat of his tongue to clean up the slick she’d released. Her muscles were lax, but she knew he was just getting started. She loved that he didn’t wait for her to initiate any longer but would take her whenever he thought she needed it.
Which was frequently.
Grabbing her hips, he stood and pulled Annalise up with him. He moved around her, pushing her forward until she could reach out and hold onto the railing around the patio. Tugging her hips back again, he flipped the skirt of her dress up over her back before pulling her panties to the side.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance. They both moaned as he sank into her, the stretch reawakening nerves that were sated moments before.
There was something naughty about him fucking her on the patio, even though they were fully dressed and too high up for anyone to see. It sent a thrill through her causing her core to tense around him.
His hands rubbed over her belly before going to her tits. Both had grown to the point that she hadn’t seen her feet in weeks, but Liam always made her feel sexy with the way he couldn’t keep his hands from wandering.
“So wet for me. So tight and perfect.”
He pulled out to the head before pushing back into her.
“So wonder—”
“Speaking revoked. Shut up and fuck me,” she gasped.
Liam chuckled against her back before moving his hands to her hips again.
“You asked for it.”
His next thrust slammed into her, rocking her forward and driving the breath from her lungs. He pulled her back farther, pushing her legs wider so his next plunge went deeper.
Annalise moaned, her channel already fluttering around his length. The extra blood flow to the area meant increased sensation, and it didn’t take much for him to set her off anymore.
Two more thrusts and she could feel his knot starting to expand. The thickness caught on her inner lips, stretching her wider each time he forced it in and out.
She whimpered and moaned, pushing back against him. She was so close, but she needed more.
Liam leaned over her back again, switching his grip to her shoulders. His strokes were shorter but more brutal, hitting hard and deep with each thrust.
“You have to come for me Annalise,” he growled.
She shuddered but she was still stuck on the edge.
One hand slipped down her back before curling around to cup her breast. Finding her nipple through the material covering it, he clamped down on it as he slammed into her with a roar, his knot inflating.
Light exploded behind her eyes, tingles flooding through her body as her legs gave out. Liam’s arms wrapped around her, supporting her weight as he moved back and sat in the chair, his cock still pulsing inside her. Each spurt of his cum sent another shockwave through her as her core continued to clench around his knot.
She shivered despite the warmth of him, missing the scent that usually lingered after sex since it was blown away on the wind. She wanted to wake up to that scent, but she wanted the comfort of her nest as well.
Annalise thought it over and made the decision as his knot slipped from her, wasting the precious fluids on the chair instead of her blankets. Tuning her head to look back at Liam, she’d never been more sure of anything.
“Take me to my nest.”
47. Liam
Life had settled into a routine.
He’d wake in the morning, usually wit
h Annalise in his arms tangled in her nest. He’d carry her to her bathroom, wash her, knot her if he had the time, then he’d dress and head off to work.
He no longer ate lunch in the cafeteria with the other Alphas. Instead, he would grab something for him and Annalise, then take it back to the apartment. She’d be waiting for him, and they’d eat lunch together before he returned to work.
When he came home in the evening he would wash up, then help Annalise with dinner. She’d removed her ban, but only under the stipulation that she was there to supervise him as he used her kitchen. He chuckled and played along, letting her think she had a choice about letting him help.
The pregnancy was taking a toll on her. Her small frame was struggling to adjust to carrying the extra weight, and her daily walks had been reduced from the downtown strip and trail by the river, to walking from their building straight back to her favorite tree to rest before returning along the same path.
Liam wouldn’t let her go alone after she almost fell at home because she didn’t see Fifi under her feet, and as much as he loved the little cat, he seriously considered finding her a new home after that. He couldn’t allow her to pose a threat to Annalise and the babies, so he’d gotten a bell for her collar so Annalise could tell if the fluffy demon was near.
As far as they could tell, Fifi was born around the same time Annalise conceived, which put her over six months old, but the little thing was still in the hyperactive kitten phase where she attacked everything and everyone at seemingly random intervals. Liam had the scratches to prove it, though Fifi seemed to avoid Annalise after the accident. Probably due to being kicked and then Liam letting out a roar as he lunged to catch Annalise. The kitten had hidden under his bed for the rest of the day.
Liam would see Sean on the weekends when he went out to run errands, and when his parents would come to Eden every other weekend of they would all get together to have dinner. His mother had adopted Annalise into the family without hesitation and now considered her one of her own.