Tired

Months passed and nothing changed other than my belly. It was growing fast and it amazed me every day how I felt my son more and more. I knew nothing about my pregnancy though. Blake didn't allow any doctors to speak to me.

"Come here mate." Blake called me to his bed and I walked to him like a good omega. He mind linked my maid when I woke this morning to come to his room.

I knew what he wanted, it was the same almost every morning and every night.

His hand brushed over my baby bump, then he guided me to straddle him. "You looking fucking perfect all fat with my child."

I gave him a small smile and looked down to his chest. He had a gorgeous hard body that mine constantly desired. I didn't know my need for him to fill me would be this consuming. It's all I thought of and I felt more and more that my only purpose was to be with him, to please him.

I did everything Blake asked of me and never complained. What was the point? Nothing would change, in fact, it would probably get worse.

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