Six months later

Kicking off the bed sheets, Kamar stroked himself.

Sure, Mikhail had told him to wait, but he had left to answer a call from his brother and Kamar was horny. It couldn’t be helped.

Moaning softly, Kamar fisted his throbbing shaft. He pumped, not caring that his arms ached, the toe-curling pleasure promising so much more than that. He knew he was close when his hips rose off the bed. His free hand rubbed his round belly, fingers stroking the stretched, sensitized flesh He reached up and tweaked his swollen nipples. Soon they’d be full of breast milk—or so Kamar had read in one of his many pregnancy prep texts.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he gasped, coming harder than he had anticipated.

His cum shots arched into the air before splattering on the bedspread. Spent, Kamar lay in his mess until he could regain his senses from the boneless afterglow.

Once he came down from the high of his orgasm, Kamar lifted his head to assess the damage.

“Oh,” he said, smiling softly. What a mess.

That was how Mikhail found him a few minutes later.

“You’re supposed to be on bedrest. Why are you up?” Mikhail hurried to him, taking the soiled bedsheets from him. “Why are you planning to do laundry?”

Kamar didn’t miss the way his husband eyed his naked body. Giving him his backside, and with a little wiggle of his hips, Kamar smiled teasingly over his shoulder. “Why don’t you ask me why I’m naked?”

Mikhail licked his lips. “Why are you naked?”

“I was horny,” Kamar said. “I told you, but you said you were busy.”

Mikhail swallowed audibly. “I don’t remember you saying something like that.”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly say ‘horny’ while your brother, his husband, and General Ishmael were there.” Kamar crawled back into bed, propping his body back against the mountain of pillows Mikhail had specifically asked for when Kamar started complaining about back aches from the pregnancy.

Curling a finger at Mikhail, he said, “I’ll stay in bed, like the doctor ordered, if you join me.”

Mikhail stepped closer to the bed with the stained sheets in hand.

“You can lose the sheets and the suit. You won’t need either.” Kamar grinned.

Dropping the bed sheets, and undressing at record speed, Mikhail moved over him once in bed. Covering Kamar’s body, he dipped his head for a kiss.

Kamar moaned, tilting his head up to deepen the liplock. He broke free with a long, low moan when Mikhail’s fingers pinched his sensitive nipples. Mikhail covered an achy tit with his mouth, suckling gently, his other hand flicking Kamar’s dusky bud until it was a pulsing point of pleasurable agony.

“More,” Kamar begged. “More.”

Mikhail heeded his urgency by leaving his nipples, leaving Kamar to tweak and pinch himself in anticipation of Mikhail’s thick, veined cock.

Stroking his swollen shaft, Mikhail helped Kamar spread his legs before he used his hips to keep them apart. He hooked one of Kamar’s legs over his shoulder, his cockhead aimed for Kamar’s asshole.

He rubbed his leaking slit over Kamar’s clenching hole, his fingers testing the space, stretching Kamar for the main event.

“You ready?” Mikhail asked, his voice thick with lust and passionate restraint.

By way of answer, Kamar thrust his hips and brushed Mikhail’s angry-red glans. Mikhail sunk himself deep, with a slow thrust, until he sat balls deep in Kamar. Loving that he could feel so full, Kamar rubbed his belly with one hand, while the other pinched and twisted his nipple.

“Move,” he ordered Mikhail, hoarsely.

Mikhail groaned when he pulled back, the ridges of his cock doing wonderful things to Kamar’s insides. Mikhail moved his hips as far as they would take him, and then the knot at the base of his shaft impeded him.

It hooked into Kamar, waiting for Mikhail to dump his load, waiting for the Alpha to breed his Omega before it freed them.

“Yes, right there,” Kamar panted, his erection now at half-mast. Seeing that he needed a hand, Mikhail grasped him and pumped. It was a jerky handjob, but Kamar saw the end right before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body was ripped apart by the motherlode of orgasms.

Kamar painted Mikhail’s hand with his cum. Wringing him dry, Mikhail released him and gripped Kamar’s hips as he thrust into him with wild abandon now.

“Oh, god, yes,” Mikhail moaned, his oath testing the sound quality of their spacious guest room. He collapsed by Kamar, rolling them over, with Mikhail still firmly embedded inside him.

They kissed, their lips moving more chastely than their bodies had.

Sighing, Kamar snuggled into Mikhail’s side.

“I love you,” he murmured. Then he yawned, his eyes drooping with the weight of his two explosive orgasms. That and carrying twins into his third trimester were doing a number on him.

Mikhail caught his chin with his finger and tilted Kamar’s sleepy head up. His husband’s dark eyes studied him, and then they dipped to his mouth, his thumb smoothing over Kamar’s bottom lip.

“Again,” Mikhail said.

Kamar yawned. He laughed, realizing that wasn’t what Mikhail meant.

“I love you,” he told him. Smiling at Mikhail’s surprise, and because he felt like it he said it again and again, and again. “I love you, I love you. I love, love you.”