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Morgan stared up at his bedroom ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that he was naked from the waist down and that Jeremy, his former-Pack-alpha-turned-Pack-doctor, was sitting in a chair at the end of his bed. At least they were alone. He wasn’t sure he could handle any of the others seeing him right now.
Jeremy had started by feeling around Morgan’s abdomen and hips, pressing gently enough that Morgan shook his head when Jeremy asked if there was any pain. He sat back and said, “I believe what you felt was your pelvis widening to accommodate natural childbirth, among other changes.”
Morgan nodded. Jeremy was referring to Morgan’s entire lower abdomen getting hit with waves of pain, like when they Changed, until suddenly something much different than his usual equipment was between his legs. He couldn’t tell much of a difference in his pelvis, but he definitely noticed those other changes.
Pulling on latex gloves, Jeremy said, “I don’t have to do this if you don’t want me to.”
“It’s fine.” Morgan would much rather confirm everything was as it should be now—only a couple of months into his pregnancy—than to find out otherwise when he went into labor.
Nodding, Jeremy leaned forward and encouraged Morgan’s legs apart, inspecting the outer labia first. He was slow and gentle, but entirely professional about it, which eased Morgan’s anxiety. Only a little bit, though.
For a moment, Jeremy stilled, and Morgan heard him inhaling deeply. He chalked it up to checking his scent—everyone had said it changed when he got pregnant, surely it would change more the further along he got.
When Jeremy returned to touching Morgan, his fingers pressed in more firmly and Morgan swallowed. It didn’t hurt, but it felt sensitive, every touch leaving warmth in its wake.
After some time, Jeremy’s fingers moved inward, thumbs spreading Morgan’s lips, leaving him feeling like he was on display.
“Everything looks good,” Jeremy said, and Morgan had to remind himself that he meant healthy, normal, but ended up feeling his face heat anyway when Jeremy continued, “I’ll finish up here and then do an internal exam, if that’s alright.”
Unbidden, Morgan was reminded of a doctor/patient porno he’d seen once, tried quickly to think of anything else, but failed. Taking a shaky breath and a moment to remind himself Jeremy is the Pack doctor, it’s just an exam, he’s twice your age, Morgan nodded. “You’re gonna be all up in there in like six months anyway.”
With a chuckle and a quiet, “True,” Jeremy moved inward, sliding his thumbs along the outside of Morgan’s lips, firm movements up and down. Heat pooled in Morgan’s abdomen and, mortified, he realized he could feel slick dripping from his hole.
Opening his mouth on an excuse, Morgan instead let out a choked noise when Jeremy’s thumb pressed into his clit. Slow and deliberate circles had Morgan’s thighs clenching, his brow furrowing. He still refused to look at Jeremy, but he couldn’t help thinking—that didn’t seem like part of a normal exam.
With Jeremy’s thumb still rubbing Morgan’s clit, a finger brushed against his hole, dipping inside easily. Before Morgan knew it, he felt Jer’s knuckles against his skin and then that finger dragging against his inner walls as Jer pulled back.
“Your fluids look normal,” Jeremy said, an odd tone to his voice. He chuckled, a sound Morgan rarely heard from him. “There’s plenty, too. I brought lube, but I don’t think we’ll be needing it.”
Morgan looked at Jeremy to ask what the hell he meant by that, only to be met with the sight of Jeremy bringing his finger to his mouth and licking.
Jeremy made a face. “Latex.” He pulled off the gloves, tossing them aside. Before Morgan could think to sit up, to push Jeremy away, anything, he lowered his head and darted his tongue into the slick leaking from Morgan. “Much better.”
A yelp escaped Morgan as Jeremy gripped his thighs and latched onto his clit, licking and sucking in a way that had Morgan’s heels pressing into the bed and his breath coming harder, faster. And still, Morgan didn’t push him away, even as he yelled at his body to move, to do something.
The air was thick with a heady, musky scent that made Morgan lightheaded, and it was only on noticing that that he realized. Everyone always said that Elena smelled like, well, a bitch in heat, but they got used to it quickly. If Morgan’s scent had changed and Jeremy wasn’t used to it…
Morgan’s thighs clenched and Jeremy finally let up, licking at the fluids on his lips. “Taste is normal.” He hummed. “Scratch that, exceptional.” Standing up straight, Jeremy’s hand went to his crotch, palming himself as he looked down at Morgan. “Next, we’ll see if everything functions normally during intercourse.”
Jeremy unbuttoned his jeans, in no rush as he unzipped himself and pushed his underwear down. Morgan knew he should do something, call for somebody, but his mouth went dry at the sight of Jer’s cock, thick and hard and dripping already.
“Please,” Morgan gasped, not sure himself whether it was a please, no or a please, fuck, yes.
Jeremy wasn’t going to let Morgan get away with being vague, though. Stepping forward, he reached down and gripped his cock, pressing the head against Morgan’s clit, rubbing up and down. “Please, what?”
Moaning, Morgan threw his head back and gripped the sheets tight. He didn’t want to have to make a decision, he just wanted to let it happen. If he said yes, he was going to have to explain to the Pack why he had let Jeremy fuck him. But god, that scent in the air was growing stronger with every inhale, and the hot, dizzying feeling in his body was so good.
Closing his eyes, Morgan spread his legs farther and begged, “Please, fuck me.”
All at once, Morgan was yanked down the bed and onto Jeremy’s cock. He choked on air, clenching around the thick intrusion and twitching his legs, trying to get used to the sensation.
Jeremy didn’t give Morgan a moment’s breather, pulling out and thrusting back in hard enough that Morgan yelped, helpless to do anything but flex his hands against the sheets as Jeremy set a hard pace.
The sound of skin on skin and rustling fabric filled the air, punctuated with Jeremy’s grunts and Morgan’s gasps and moans. It was a shock that no one else heard, but maybe they had left to give the two privacy. Or maybe they heard everything, and knew what was happening, and could only listen while Jeremy fucked Morgan so hard he was seeing stars.
Or maybe they were enjoying it, jerking themselves off to the sounds.
The thought sent a shiver down Morgan’s spine and on the back of it he could feel himself getting close, the feeling both familiar and so different from what he was used to.
Morgan threw his head back and came so loudly there was no way the others couldn’t hear if they were still in the house. And still Jeremy fucked him through it, yanking on Morgan’s hips so hard he moved up and down the bed with Jeremy’s thrusts. Hot and oversensitive, Morgan groaned, thankful it wasn’t long before Jeremy stilled, spilling inside of Morgan.
Unbidden, Morgan thought, At least I can’t get pregnant twice and laughed a little hysterically.
“What’s so funny?” Jeremy asked, his voice uncharacteristically rough. When Morgan looked at him, he was staring back with a flushed face and dilated eyes. “You don’t think we’re done yet, do you? A proper examination should be very thorough, shouldn’t it?”
Jeremy pulled out and pushed back in slowly, still hard even after coming. Morgan clenched, the feeling too much, too soon. “Wait,” he gasped.
Tsking, Jeremy pulled out, and Morgan could feel his come dripping out of him. He pulled his pants off the rest of the way and climbed onto the bed on top of Morgan, threading a hand into his hair to pull him up so he was face to face with Jeremy’s cock, covered in their combined fluids. “You still know how to use your mouth, don’t you?”
Without a word, Morgan leaned forward, taking Jeremy into his mouth, tasting a mixture of himself and Jeremy on his tongue. Here, too, Jeremy spared him no quarter, forcing his way further and into Morgan’s throat with a groan.
Morgan was used to this, at least, and let Jeremy guide his head forward and back, pressing his tongue up and feeling a coil of warmth at the sound that earned him. The musky scent was stronger here, leaving him lightheaded and compliant.
It wasn’t long before Jeremy was pulling back and sighing, his cock bobbing in front of Morgan’s face.
“Come here,” Jeremy said, pulling Morgan up with him and rearranging them so Morgan was bent over the bed, his ass in the air and legs spread wide. Jeremy paused, as if taking in the view.
Morgan couldn’t take it. He felt too empty and desperately needed to feel full again. Reaching back, he stuffed two fingers inside himself, then a third, panting when it still wasn’t enough.
“No wonder you got yourself knocked up,” Jeremy said in awe, squeezing Morgan’s ass for emphasis.
Frowning, Morgan whined, “It’s not like I do this for everybody.” When he wasn’t being influenced by some kind of horny werewolf scent, anyway.
Fabric brushed against Morgan’s skin and Jeremy pressed a kiss at the base of his neck. “I apologize.” One of his fingers pressed in alongside Morgan’s own, drawing a moan from him.
It still wasn’t enough.
Morgan rolled his hips forward, pressing his clit into his palm, searching for more friction. Behind him, Jeremy chuckled. “Now who’s impatient?”
Gently, Jeremy pulled Morgan’s hand away so he could guide his cock into place. He gripped Morgan’s hips and pushed in, starting with shallow thrusts and sinking deeper until he was fully seated, his hips flush with Morgan’s ass. Then his hips stopped moving.
Jeremy bent over again, his breath hot against Morgan’s ear. “You feel so good. Your body made this just for me, didn’t it?” For emphasis, he reached a hand around and pressed his fingers to Morgan’s clit.
“Fuck,” Morgan gasped, clutching the sheets. You’re not even the father, some voice inside Morgan wanted to say, but in the moment he didn’t care. He only wanted Jeremy to fuck him, to carve his way inside and leave a mark so deep Morgan would never stop feeling it. “Please.”
With an answering groan, Jeremy gripped Morgan’s hips and set a brutal pace, every thrust shoving Morgan into the bed. His breaths came hot and heavy in Morgan’s ear, punctuated by erratic grunts and groans.
Sweat dripped down Morgan’s forehead and it was all he could do to hold on to his sanity. He bit down on the sheets to muffle the noises escaping him only for Jeremy to reach a hand up to turn his head to the side.
“I want to hear you,” Jeremy said, and Morgan moaned loud on a particularly forceful thrust.
The build-up was slow, weighing ever heavier on Morgan until it surrounded him like water, drowning him sweetly. He gasped and moaned, unsure of how much time had passed and finding he didn’t really care.
“God,” Jeremy groaned. “So close, come on, come on. Fuck.”
Hearing Jeremy so uninhibited, the opposite of how he usually was, pushed Morgan over the edge. He came with a shout, feeling Jeremy’s grip tighten on him as he followed suit.
They collapsed against the bed, Jeremy’s weight heavy on top of Morgan. As they lay there, panting, Morgan thought it was done. Whatever had gotten into them was thoroughly out of their systems now.
After a moment, Jeremy pulled out, flipping Morgan over to face him. In horror, Morgan realized Jeremy was still hard, his eyes still dark.
“Fuck,” Morgan breathed, his muscles heavy and weak.
The kiss Jeremy pressed to Morgan’s lips was entirely too gentle for how hard he shoved his way back inside of Morgan. Even as his body protested, Morgan couldn’t help but want this, to be used over and over again until he had nothing left to give.
After the third time, Morgan slid off the bed, leaning his head back against it. Jeremy kissed him, whispering about how he was so good, taking him so well, all the while using three fingers to scoop up the come that had spilled out and push it back inside Morgan.
Jeremy fucked Morgan again, right there against the bed. At some point Morgan must have passed out, because he was suddenly laying back on the floor, staring up as Jeremy fucked into him, frenzied and dripping sweat from his now bare chest. That damned scent was everywhere, filling up Morgan’s head and body.
Morgan lost count of how many times Jeremy fucked him—on the bed, the floor, even in the chair at his desk—until finally, blessedly, he came one last time. Jeremy’s arms were wrapped around Morgan from behind as they laid sideways on the bed, his face nuzzled into Morgan’s neck. His cock slipped free of Morgan’s overflowing hole, going soft at last.
“Sorry,” Jeremy murmured against Morgan’s overheated skin after a while.
“Mm,” Morgan grunted in acknowledgment, his voice rough from overuse.
Jeremy hummed in thought, using one hand to stroke Morgan’s belly. “As far as side effects go, I can’t say this was the worst.”
“Fuck you,” Morgan said flatly. It wasn’t like he disagreed, anyway. “When I’ve got a cock again, you owe me one. Or ten.”
Jeremy laughed quietly. “Agreed.”