how large of a task tending to quadruplet newborns would be.
And even when I imagined weeks of no sleep that turned into months, I still wasn't scared. When I tried to imagine my life without ever having been pregnant, I got too upset and had to distract myself. "I don't know if rest is what I want to do today. The crows were telling me about this beautiful trail. I was thinking of taking a hike."
I must've been getting better at teasing because Faust frowned, inhaling slowly while mentally plotting how best to stop that from happening.
"They said there's a trail that follows the cliff, sheer drops all the way, but the view is gorgeous, especially if you climb to the top of a tall tree. It's a little wobbly…"
"Storri…" Faust said my name slowly, drawing each letter's sound out.
"And after, I thought we could go cave diving. I'd need to find one big enough for all this to fit through."
He snorted and lifted his body so he was laying upright next to me on the bed. "I see. You're teasing me, seeing how fast you can get my heart to pound."
I ducked under his arm, hugging his muscular chest. "Maybe a little."
"I can think of better ways…" His husky tone sent a clear message.
My body warmed. I'd thought that part of our relationship would dwindle with my size, but if anything, Faust had to expend more energy holding himself back. I got tired quickly—a marathon sex session like the one we'd had was something of the past until I was no longer pregnant—but that didn't mean I couldn't sprint.
Faust's hand found my dick, half-hard and growing rapidly. "Much better ways," he murmured.
I'd given up on having any control over my responses around my alpha. He'd proven time and again he knew my body and knew how to make it do what he wanted. Right now, he wanted me aroused and aching.
He massaged my dick, squeezing repeatedly as he stroked slowly up and down. He kissed my throat before pressing his tongue to the pulse at the base of my neck, likely to feel the results of his labor. "I've changed my mind. I don't want you dressed today."
Before I knew it, Faust had my shirt over my head and worked it out from behind my back. He pressed his hands down over my nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks without ever really trying. My skin prickled with giddy anticipation. I licked my lips. If I was going to say anything, it needed to be now, before Faust kissed me breathless. "That sounds like the best idea. No pants day."
"No pants," Faust agreed. "No shirt, no shoes…" He slid his hands down my body, rubbing along the shimmering rings on my stomach and then down between my legs. "Plenty of service."
His touch was as soft as feathers, but with effects that were long-reaching. I didn't know how he touched my knee and made my balls ache at the same time, but I wasn't going to complain.
"I'll keep you naked, my sweet omega. Ready, willing, and waiting." He gripped me again, and I whimpered.
I loved the way our relationship grew. In the beginning, everything had been all about me, what I needed, what I wanted. Now, Faust felt comfortable enough to show the type of things he enjoyed, his fantasies and desires. Mostly, he enjoyed me and putting me in positions where he could bring me pleasure.
It was a shared want.
"Naked?" I added just enough false outrage. "Don't I at least get underwear?"
"No," Faust growled. "You won't want underwear, kitten. You always want your greedy hole ready to be bred, won't you?"
Holy flaming trousers, I did now. But while we were comfortable to the point of being sexual explorers, I didn't always know how to voice what I felt, so I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded.
"What do you want, prince?" Faust tugged my arms free from around his chest and turned me so I faced the opposite direction. He spread my cheeks, wasting no time finding my needy pucker and teasing it even more.
"To be bred," I gasped. "For my greedy hole to be ready."
Faust growled long and low. "Why?" The word danced from his mouth like it was its own song.
"Because I'm your omega. Yours."
Faust slid his iron-hard cock inside my body. I was still relaxed from our midnight lovemaking—that sex had been gentle, like a dream that continued into waking. I liked it that way