The interview aired and things went a little crazy once again.

Camera flashes with every turn. Phone calls and messages, and not just from little papers and local news, but big shows that wanted to try to top Beverly’s interview. Friends from New York and Stellar called and texted to say that they saw them on television. Old rehab patients emailed their own thank-you notes. And new headings in the paper: “Saint Sexy”, “Beefcake Baby-Daddy”, and “Sober Sweetheart” were three that Raff found particularly annoying.

Strangers stopped them in the street to ask for selfies with Raff, or to get him to sign slips of paper. Raff was much more patient with the everyday Joes; after all, any of them could be struggling with addiction.

“If I can help, I should. Maybe they just need a kind word or a smile,” Raff told Chris, after the third selfie request of the morning.

“Yeah, or maybe they just want to press themselves up against the hottest alpha this side of the Atlantic. I can’t say I blame them.” Chris found it all rather exciting.

 . . . and arousing. The end of his pregnancy was nearing, and the hormones were raging. He was horny all the time at the end of his first pregnancy too, but something about strangers gawking at his husband made him one-hundred-percent more so.

There were days when Chris felt ungainly and fat, and there were days when he felt lush and plump like a piece of ripe fruit that begged to be squeezed.

Today was one of those days.

After shopping for groceries all morning, Elizabeth was down for a nap and Raff was browsing through his collection of cookbooks, looking for something to make for dinner.

Chris stood close and brushed his lips against Raff’s ear before whispering the dirty things that he wanted his husband to do to him.

Raff growled low in his throat, “I thought you’d never ask,” and pulled Chris roughly to him, his mouth capturing the omega’s quickly.

It was one of the many things that Chris loved about his alpha; that he was so easily turned on and ready to go with just a moment’s notice. It made Chris feel alluring and powerful. He could get Raff hard and ready with just a few words.

“Wait . . . wait . . . the bedroom,” Chris said.

Raff shook his head no; a deliciously evil glint in his eye. “Nuh uh. I need you here, now.”

“It’s so bright.” The midday sun streamed through the large windows of the kitchen.

“I know. I love fucking you in the sunlight. So I can see every inch of you.”

Raff’s tongue hungrily explored Chris’s mouth again, as if seeking nourishment that he’d been starving for. Chris started to unbutton Raff’s shirt, feeling those smooth, shapely pecs that never failed to excite him, teasing his nipples into hard little points that begged to be suckled. The moan that Raff gave into Chris’s mouth indicated how much he loved it.

Raff’s hands slid around Chris’s plush body, gripping him in the fleshier places where his skin was soft and pliant—his hips, his ass, even his arms had taken on a seductive roundness.

“God, I love your body when you’re pregnant. So fucking hot.”

He used to say the same thing during the first pregnancy, and it made Chris’s heart soar every damn time.

As Raff pressed into him, Chris could tell it was true. His arousal was very apparent. His hands slipped down to the small of Chris’s back and into the back of his pants, tracing the top of the globes of his ass and the cleft.

Chris gasped; his body was alive and throbbing with every touch.

Raff dropped to his knees in front of Chris and nuzzled his face against his pants, finding his hard cock with his nose and playfully nipping at it. He looked up into Chris’s eyes as he began to undo his pants, and then pulled down the elastic waistband of his briefs until he revealed the erect shaft nestled in its tidy patch of hair. Raff growled again and began to kiss and lick the length of it.

Chris ran his hands through Raff’s thick curls and whispered, “Yes, please, I need your mouth on my cock.”

“Fuck my mouth, omega,” Raff commanded him and, when Raff finally took the head into his mouth and began to suck, Chris whimpered and did as he was told, pushing into the wet, velvety place until the head of his dick touched the back of Raff’s throat.

Raff grabbed Chris’s ass, so soft and full now; gripped it, as if to push Chris into his mouth from behind.

Raff was unbelievably good at giving head.

The sensation of his engorged cock sliding into that slick, willing hole over and over was almost too much for Chris to bear.

When Raff’s lips drew close to Chris’s groin, his tongue reached out to lap at his sack.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good. “Raff . . . I don’t know how long I can go like this.”

Before Chris finished the sentence, Raff pulled his mouth off of Chris’s dick. “Not yet, darlin’. Not yet.” He reached behind the omega for a bottle of olive oil. “Take off your shirt and turn around.”

Chris obeyed and Raff pushed him down lightly so that he was bent over, his head and chest against the counter. Soon Chris felt a trickle on his back; the olive oil, which Raff was drizzling on him. It was so decadent. Raff only bought the most expensive imported oil, and now he was spilling it across his lover’s body. Chris could feel it dripping down his sides, sliding down his spine, and slipping down the crack of his ass.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Raff said, his voice filled with awe. He started to massage Chris’s back, kissing it in between strokes, and his lover could hear him licking his lips every few seconds. “Beautiful and delicious.”

The massage was exquisite. Chris didn’t even realize how much his muscles were aching from lugging around that belly. His moans grew louder and louder as his husband kneaded his tender flesh.

Raff’s tongue stroked down Chris’s spine, hot and firm, like he was enjoying a fine delicacy, until he reached the top of his ass. His hands were slick with oil now, and he spread Chris open with one hand and applied more oil with the other, liberally coating the entrance of his ass.

Chris’s nerve endings were alive now, and his body begged to be penetrated. When he felt Raff’s finger press into him, he cried out, his body shaking with lust.

“Fuck, Raff, just fuck me. Hard.” It was like his body and mind were possessed; obsessed with being violated in a most wonderful way.

“Yeah?” Raff replied, his voice low but dangerous. “You want me inside you? Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Raff. Fuck me, my alpha.”

But Raff wasn’t ready to give into him just yet. He pressed a second finger into him.

The delicious fullness made Chris arch his bag and let out his breath in a ragged sob. “More, more . . . more . . . ”

Raff pushed more roughly, filling him, fingerfucking him. “I love watching my fingers slide inside you; I love how your body accepts me and squeezes me tight.” He frigged him for a few more seconds and then stood. “Goddamn, you make me so hard. I’m absolutely aching to be inside you.”

Chris could hear him taking off his belt and unzipping his pants, the sound of fabric sliding down to the floor. Then he felt the hot, heavy head of Raff’s dick against his hole. “Is that what you want, omega?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Chris hissed, shamelessly.

“You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“My body is hungry for your cock.” The words were soft, as if Chris were almost too weak with desire to say them.

His hunger was rewarded.

Raff sunk into him, filling his slick hole to the hilt immediately and with a loud groan. “Mmff . . . you feel so good. I—” He pulled out and slammed back into him, three times quickly.

Chris loved it when Raff did this, acted like he just couldn’t control his lust and was just going to use Chris’s body to get himself off.

Raff squeezed his cheeks again in his big hands. “Mm . . . watching my dick slide into you, God, I’m going to fill you up until you leak, omega. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please . . . Raff . . . please. Don’t stop.”

Raff leaned over him. He was so tall that he could rest against Chris’s back and whisper into his ear while still firmly inside him. “Oh, darlin’ . . . I won’t.”

 . . . But he did. He held still, inflicting the sweetest torture, and pleasure began to bloom inside Chris’s groin.

He pushed back against Raff, trying to fuck himself on his alpha’s cock.

Raff was caught by surprise and laughed at Chris’s antics. “Oh, you’re asking for it now.” He thrust into Chris’s ass hard this time, and fast, again and again, and soon the pleasure was overwhelming, all encompassing, and Chris’s body was vibrating like a tuning fork.

Reaching down and grabbing Chris’s own throbbing dick, Raff started to jerk him off. He loved it when they came in unison, when he could feel Chris’s asshole spasm around his own cock right before he himself came.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Cum all over the goddamn floor.”

Chris sobbed aloud, feeling on the edge, ready to fall over, just a bit more.

“Oh, I can feel it, omega, you’re getting so tight. I want to feel you cum on my cock. Please.” Raff’s voice was husky with desire and the last word came out as a plea.

Chris’s body lurched as his orgasm ripped through him. Raff’s hand didn’t stop pulling on him, and he could hear his own semen land in thick drops on the floor.

“That’s it, oh, fuck, that’s it. I can feel your insides throbbing, omega . . . Oh . . . ”

Raff’s orgasm was a powerful, awe-inspiring thing that filled the room with noise. His hips bucked forward as he plunged into Chris’s receptive body once more and then flooded him with his seed with a yell that rang in Chris’s ears.

It felt like it took forever, but it was over in a few precious seconds.

Raff slumped over Chris’s back, breathing heavily. “You okay?” he mumbled, nuzzling into Chris’s hair.

Chris told him he was.

They clung together for a few minutes, and then pulled apart.

“Go, sit,” Raff said. “I’ll clean up.” He leaned down and kissed his husband again, before reaching for the paper towels.

Chris moved to the couch and lay down, sleepy from his orgasm. The last thing he saw before he dozed off was his alpha wiping up the traces of their sex from the floor.