The truth I hadn’t even processed yet.
I pushed against his chest just enough to make space between us, my hands shaking, my stomach twisting, my mind
screaming at me not to say it–but it was already rising in my throat, choking me with its weight.
“I think I’m pregnant,” I whispered again, louder this time, like I needed him to really hear it.
I didn’t know what reaction I expected.
Shock.
Denial.
Panic.
But all I got was calm. The same terrifying calm he always used when he was completely, totally in control of the situation- and everyone else just hadn’t caught up yet.
He didn’t flinch.
He didn’t blink.
He didn’t even loosen his grip on my ass.
He just said, “Then it’s fine, kitten.”
I blinked up at him, stunned.
Fine?
Fine?
Was he being serious right now?
Did he understand what I had just said?
“I-what?” I stammered, because my brain was still buffering like a bad Wi-Fi signal. “What do you mean fine?”
He looked down at me like I was adorable. Like I was dumb. Like I was his.
“Didn’t you expect it?” he asked, his voice low and maddeningly casual. “You really thought it wasn’t going to happen? Knowing we never-not once-used a condom? Or what, you didn’t pay attention in biology class, kitten?”
My mouth dropped open.
The slap I gave his chest was instant, fueled by panic and embarrassment and the fact that my whole body was still throbbing from that damn spanking he gave me.
“Stop joking around, Damon!” I snapped, even though my voice cracked halfway through because my emotions were all over the fucking place.
“This isn’t funny. I’m serious. I came here because I’m scared and confused and maybe pregnant, and now you’re making dumb sex-ed jokes while I’m literally falling apart in your arms!”
“What?” he said, completely unfazed, his hand still possessively cupping my ass. “I’m not joking. I’m being honest. You ride my cock like it’s your birthright and then act surprised when your little Omega womb decides to do what it was made to do? Your body takes me so well. It was meant to keep me. You soaked me up like you were made for it, baby. Like you were begging me to knock you up.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned, pressing both hands into his chest again like maybe if I pushed hard enough I could climb inside it and disappear. “You’re insane.”
“No,” he said with a smirk that made my thighs twitch. “I’m right.”
“I’m not dumb,” I muttered, and my voice was tight again, on the verge of snapping. “I know how it works. I just… I didn’t think it would happen this fast. I thought we’d have time and I’m not ready. I’m not ready, Damon. I’m not.”
“Then I’ll make you ready, kitten. Don’t be scared. I’m right here, okay?” Damon said softly.
“First thing we’ll do,” he continued, his voice low and deep and so calm it made my eyes sting again, “we’ll stop by the pharmacy on our way home, alright? We’ll get the pregnancy test. We’ll know if it’s true. And no matter what it says, you’re not doing this alone. You hear me? Don’t be scared anymore, kitten.”
My bottom lip wobbled.noveldrama
I nodded slowly.
I swallowed the sob that was about to rise again because I believed him. I believed every word that came out of his mouth, even if my brain was still too scrambled to process the size of what he was saying. He made it sound so simple. Like this wasn’t the scariest thing I’d ever faced. Like I could actually breathe through it.
But then he ruined it.
Because of course he did.
He’s Damon.
He looked down at me, his gaze slipping lower, and then his hand slid down the side of my body, cupping my waist, my ribs, his fingers brushing so close to the side of my breast that my nipple actually hardened in response.
And then, so casually it could’ve been a grocery list, he said, “But I’m not gonna lie, kitten… your tits are big now.”
I blinked.
My mouth dropped open.
And before I could even get a breath in, he added, “Can Daddy suck them?”
Oh. My. God.
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