Between clenched teeth, he paused breathing heavily trying to get his wits about him but then there was a strange wetness between his legs, had he just peed on himself? With some difficulty and pain he pulled himself off the bed to find a large wet stain on his boxers. Another wave of pain hit him, what had he done? He groaned furiously rubbing his stomach which didn’t help the pain but sent pleasure to his groin; his penis seemed constantly in some state of arousal since the growth of his stomach. Even more so since this pain started. When the pain passed, he removed his wet boxers carefully not wanting to touch himself yet, and his dick seemed just as sensitive as his stomach and nipples in recent months. “Unnng,” the pain returned hitting him hard. Alex sank back down on his bed massaging his stomach with both hands to calm the tense pain racking his body steadily every couple minutes or so. He laid back down his head on his pillow feeling another shift in the weight of his stomach. In the recent weeks his stomach’s weight seemed to be ‘dropping’ sort of like something was inside there being drawn down. There was no explaining it, not that he went to the doctor’s or anything – he hated the doctor’s and it was so easy to think of excuses not to go since the slightest touch of his stomach would send the best pleasures through his body. Somehow though, Alex was regretting that decision now.
The faun never spoke. Roth wasn’t so sure it could. Instead, the creature just came to inspect him. Spindly fingers palpated his flesh, poking and prodding, earning small pokes back here and there. Roth cringed and pretended he hadn’t felt that. A floppy ear came to rest atop the heavy swell, listening carefully. When the faun pulled back, Roth wasn’t surprised to see the disappointment on the creature’s face. It made the same face for the last five days. Roth knew what that meant. Whatever was growing inside him wasn’t good enough yet. Perhaps it wasn’t big enough, or maybe the amount was too few. The human could never tell. He just knew what was coming next.
He picked up his book, annoyed that he’d lost his page. He lay down on his bed, thinking maybe that would help. Another sharp pain a few minutes later answered that question. Spy curled up slightly from the pain. Non non non. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like this at all. Spy began to pant slowly. He got up and tried to walk it off. Another wave of pain shot through him. Spy leaned on the wall placing one arm above his head, panting even harder.
Dear Will. He could still see the words, written in the curly elegance of Hannibal’s hand, burning behind his eyelids. He breathed deeply through his nose to try and calm the unsteady flutter of his heart. A deep breath. One that clawed his nose, one that penetrated his nostrils like a liquid, a smothering sting he felt intruding behind his eyes.
Tarly and Roam are absolutely great for each other. Tarly has a rare condition that makes it hard to control his shift and wolf in stressful situations. So for years Tarly has secluded himself from everyone and his only relationships are held on omega date. Once an omega requests to meet in person Tarly bails. Roam finds out he’s pregnant and waits to tell his mate, however while waiting for his mate to make it home he plans a wonderful dinner and waits. Only he receives a call from his sister in law only to find out that his mate died in a car accident. Roam and Tarly meet on omega date. Roam is the only omega that Tarly has ever wanted to get better for, not only that but the only one he has ever met in person. Great read I received an ARC and voluntarily left a review enjoy.
“Just push.” Joel instructed, letting his large hands move over the man’s heavily pregnant belly as he felt the man push with each strong contraction. The egg started to crown and the man was starting to make progress when yet another gush of fluids came out, startling the laboring man.
I agree with what a lot of other have said about Omegaverse frequently playing into some really outdated and damaging ideas about gender roles and biological determinism, which makes me wary of them as a genre.
Francis groaned and threw his head back, each contraction getting progressively worse. “N-No..I can’t be…” he whimpered. “It’s too soon. I’m not ready!” He gritted his teeth and strained fiercely. A shallow moan escaped his mouth as another spasm ripped through his weary muscles. The babies were also becoming exceedingly restless and lashed out at their enclosed cavity. Francis hissed, legs spread wide apart as he bucked his pelvis, unaware that he was speeding the baby’s descent. “I-It’s happening…” He panted past the peak of another contraction, sweat breaking out on his forehead and he struggled to control his breathing. Raising his knees, he clutched desperately at his stomach. “Now!” All of a sudden, Francis felt something release from his anus. Whatever burst from him coloured the bath immediately, darkening the waters. “N-Niso!”
The book is very good, liked that either one was sure what was going to happen only that a baby was made and now they had to work on what to do now and one had a hard time in believing any of it was true that where the fun comes in, how they get to love one an other, want more of her books
Well for other things, when it comes to making love it’s a different ball game. Yonekuni enjoys toying with his little wolf or rather his puppy. Shirou definitely is not an example of the real vicious, wild counterpart of his soul appearance. Everytime Yonekuni looks into Shirou’s eyes they always reminded him of an adorable, harmless puppy.
Karter and Jax’s story was so unique. In this third book of the series, the Omegas have continued momentum to obtain equal rights in this Alpha’s world. Karter’s views on Omegas are changing as he finds his mate. A twist, there is an unusual age difference (Omegas usually mate very young) between them and Jax has been mated before.
Alpha/Omega couples are the most biologically compatible and fertile couples. Betas are either infertile or less highly sexed. Usually, there is an element of soul bonding included in an Alpha/Omega coupling that Betas are incapable of achieving, and the bond is usually accomplished by a bite over a gland in the neck (because werewolves, remember?)