“Jordan, is that you? Where’ve you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all month!” I held the phone and waited for his response.

My cousin shouted against the heavy New York traffic. “Hello? Did you forget about Jack? I took a plane to Chicago.”

“Tell me, Jordan. Was it you who got him arrested?” I asked.

My cousin sighed into the receiver. “You know I’m not that powerful, Hunter. But if I was the person to do it, I’d never tell you.”

I took a look at Matthew. He was sprawled out on the floor with a fan blowing the muggy air over his glistening face. This summer was the hottest so far on record, and being pregnant was making my omega irritable.

“We’re packing up the last of the boxes and bringing everything to the new house. You should come up sometime,” I said.

“You know I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss the birthing ceremony for the world,” he said.

“You’re not invited to the birthing, creep.”

Matthew groaned and hung his head. “Can we go now? I feel like I’m going to burst.”

Matthew stood up and growled, swiping his hair back. “Well, Jordan, it was nice talking with you, but I have to go,’ I said.

“Be safe,” he joked.

Matthew didn’t look at all pleased. “She’s coming soon. I can feel her kicking all of the time now,” he muttered.

I grabbed his belly and felt our daughter’s light kicks. “Part of me doesn’t want this to end yet.”

“That’s because she’s not inside you,” he said.

He pulled me toward the elevator door, tapping the button in front of us. The bronze doors opened.

“I still believe in us, you know,” he said as the doors closed behind us.

“I know you do. But I know it’s been tough for you too,” I said.

He leaned into my shoulder and kissed me. “I’m not afraid anymore. I know what I want,” he said. “A family. A little girl who will fill our hearts with joy until the very end.”

Suddenly, Matthew placed his hand against the emergency stop button on the elevator panel. His eyes turned from joyful to seductive-sex-lizard in zero-point-one-seconds flat.

“Should I be scared?” I asked.

He growled and shoved my shoulders against the wall, eagerly ripping my shirt off, buttons and all. “Matthew!”

I didn’t fight him off.

I tried to swallow, but the air felt too humid. I frantically looked at the door, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “On the floor,” he snarled.

“Oh, God.”

I stumbled to the floor, slowly bending my body. Matthew traced his palm from my ass up to the back of my neck. Digging into the roots of my hair, he pulled my head up, forcing me to look at him once more.

“Sweet, daddy. Take off your clothes and shut your eyes. Relax. I’ve got it all under control now,” he whispered in a syrupy tone.

I closed my eyes and slowly took off my clothes. Matthew grabbed my tie and stuffed it carefully in my mouth. The cold artificial wind wrapped around my naked body, funneling against my hole.

My sac tightened as soon as I felt Matthew’s tongue drape over my ready hole. “Mm,” Matthew grunted. I jerked back and felt a finger slide inside of me, all the way down to the knuckle.

“Hey!” I squealed and jumped forward, falling to the floor, breathless. “…careful.”

Matthew just giggled. He was the pregnant sex demon from Mars, and I was his sex slave. How in the fuck did this happen?

I laid on my back and pushed my knees against the wall, sucking in a patient breath. “Okay. Just be gentle.”

With some light pressure, I felt my hole smooth over his finger. He spat down and slowly moved in careful, rhythmic motions. Deliberately, he rolled the finger against my prostate. I heaved my hips into the air as my body adjusted to him.

“I never knew you were this kinky,” he said.

I bit my lip and grinned. “Are you going to fuck me or what, boy?”

Holding my thighs against his body, he positioned his hard cock against the soft flesh. I felt my greased hole open for him and a moderate pressure filled me, bringing soft tears in my eyes, before breaking through to an open warmth.

“Just breathe, baby,” he whispered. “Lower your head back and breathe.”

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in, wiping the tears away. “I don’t know where that came from,” I said.

He jerked forward, quickly filling me up as he hit past the first section of my hole. “Oh, God!” I yelled out. “It… it feels so fucking good.”

My jaw dropped open. Matthew leaned forward to kiss me with his tongue, savoring me and moaning as he dropped back to thrust his hips harder. “Mm. There we go, daddy. Take it.”

His cock was stiff and leaking his honey as he inched in and out. “Your hole is so warm. So fucking smooth.”

Matthew fell forward and smacked my ass. I grabbed my cock and started to pump it with my fist tightened. When I edged close to that zone of pleasure, I let go and let out an incredible roar.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Make me fucking blow.”

Grabbing onto my clavicle, Matthew kissed my forehead and faltered, eyes rolling back. “Hunter, I feel it.”

Matthew fought the latching emotion. He wanted it to go on forever. But the swollen head of his cock started to pump wildly in my ass. “Cum for me, boy,” I moaned. “Yeah, give it to me.”

The hot waves of sweet omega seed flowed like a river inside of me. He inched backward and pulled out, spraying the top of my hole. It dripped down my taint and hung against my sac.

Matthew hissed as he let go of himself, blinking wildly. “Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed. “Cum on my tongue. I want to taste you now.”

Grinning, I stood above him, stroking fast. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes, ready for his reward. But as my load hit the smooth bedding of his warm and inviting tongue, I saw his water break onto the dirtied elevator floor. The doors swung open to a horrified group of people.

People staring. Terrified. Disgusted. Turned on?

I grabbed our clothes and held them in front of our naked, panting bodies. Placing my hands into the air, I whispered, “It’s not what it looks like?”

Matthew cleared his throat. “Can someone call us a cab to the hospital?”