CHAPTER 188: CHAPTER 188: STRIPPED BY HIS HANDS

~Zayn’s POV~

"Okay, babe," I agreed, finally allowing myself to relax fully into his embrace. The war was over. I had won.

I settled fully onto his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat until my eyelids felt heavy. "Babe, I’m already feeling sleepy," I murmured against his neck.

He looked down, tracing the line of my jaw with his thumb. "There’s still time, babe. Why do you want to sleep so early?"

"I just needed to rest," I insisted, already halfway to unconsciousness.

He smiled, a playful, glint in his eyes. "Or," he whispered, "are you pregnant?"

I chuckled, tapping his chest lightly. "Stop it, babe, that’s not funny. I’m a man."

"Yes, I know," he conceded, leaning in. "But in certain worlds, you could be an Omega, and I could be your Alpha."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Evric? What does that even mean?"

He explained, with mock seriousness, "You know, in the Omegaverse, men do get pregnant and have babies."

I frowned, lifting my head. "Omega what? Is that a city or a country?"

Evric’s smile stretched wider as he teased, "It’s a village."

"What is the name of the village? Tell me! I don’t believe you, Evric."

"I just told you. Omegaverse is the village name."

"Help me reach for my phone," I requested. Evric stretched his arm across the sofa and grabbed my phone from the side table, handing it over. I quickly typed "Omegaverse village" into the search bar.

I looked back at him as the search results loaded, realizing the nature of his game.

"Babe," I said, a slow smile spreading across my face.

"Yes?" he replied, giggling openly now.

"Are you teasing me right now?"

"Me teasing you? Never," he said, affecting an innocent expression. "I would never do that."

"You’re lying," I accused, though I couldn’t stop the romantic warmth I felt.

"What did you see?" he asked.

I held up the screen. "The Omegaverse is a fictional genre. It’s not real, and there is certainly no village with that name."

Evric burst into laughter, throwing his head back against the cushions.

"Babe, this isn’t funny," I complained, trying to sound offended, but already starting to sulk playfully. "I almost believed there was a place like that."

He contained his laughter, quickly getting serious as he saw my pouting expression. "Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you." He kissed my forehead. "You just looked so cute when you were curious! I liked seeing that innocent look on your face." He paused, a genuine question breaking through. "But seriously, babe, you’ve never heard of Omegaverse before?"

"Enough, Evric," I warned, pretending to be cross.

"Alright, alright," he surrendered.

Then, unable to resist, I asked, ’So, if that were real... who actually gets pregnant, the Alpha or the Omega?’"

"The Omega," Evric answered immediately.

"So, let’s say I’m the Omega, and I can get pregnant and carry children," I mused, looking directly at him. "Would you love to make babies with me?"

Evric’s gaze softened, all traces of teasing gone. "Honestly, babe, that would be your decision to make," he said, sincerity coloring every word. "If you wanted it, we would do it together. But if you didn’t want it, then so be it."

I smiled, feeling a deep, abiding comfort in his reply. "Enough of that, I’m tired of talking. Let me rest now."

"Okay," Evric whispered. He settled me back onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me and beginning to stroke my back, a simple, soothing gesture that settled the tumultuous events of the day.

Just as I was about to drift off into the warmth of sleep, I felt something hard pressing into me right beneath my butt. I mumbled, "Babe?"

"Yes?" His voice was already different a low, slightly strained sound.

I didn’t lift my head from his chest. "What is this I’m feeling touching me?"

He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Don’t worry about it. He’s just reacting because you were sitting on top of me. It will go down."

I nudged him with my head. "Babe."

"Yes, love?"

I asked directly, "Do you need me?"

He went silent for a beat too long before saying. "Babe, don’t worry about me. I will be fine," he insisted, though his voice was rough. "It’s just reacting because you are on me."

"But it’s getting harder," I observed, the sensation undeniable.

He opened his mouth to reply, but I lifted my head and looked at him. Evric’s face had transformed; the gentle, playful expression was gone, replaced by an intense heat in his eyes, a look I knew meant only one thing. It was the gaze of pure, urgent need.

"Rest, baby," he murmured, his breath catching. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

I said nothing. Instead, I silenced him with a kiss—a kiss that was slow and deliberate. I murmured against his lips, breaking the kiss just enough to make the terms clear. "No penetration. But have your way on me."

He pulled back, his eyes widening in question, searching my face for doubt. I confirmed it with a steady nod. It’s okay.

A wave of relief and intense gratitude washed over his features. "Thank you, baby," he whispered.

With that, he deepened the kiss, his hands moving instantly to the hem of the t-shirt I was wearing, gently pulling it up and over my head. The game had changed.

His mouth broke away from mine, traveling down my chest with an urgent focus. His tongue traced a wet, scorching path straight to my nipple. He latched onto the peak, sucking hard, his sharp teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin. A thick, guttural "Ah-h-h, baby!" tore from my throat. He alternated between wet, insistent suction and a rougher tugging, eliciting a series of ragged gasps. "F-fuck, Evric! Yes!"

His other hand mirrored the action on my other side, kneading the muscle around my chest as his mouth moved back and forth. "God, you’re so good," I moaned, arching my back, pushing myself into his seeking mouth.

Evric didn’t rush. He lingered, soaking my skin with his tongue and breath. Then, he moved to my neck, biting lightly, then soothing the marks with his tongue, moving up to suck my earlobe until a ragged "Hnnnng!" escaped me.

"You’re beautiful, so beautiful," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire.

Gently, he lifted me from his lap, settling me on the cushion beside him. He stood, his gaze locked on mine. "Take off your pants," he commanded, his voice low and firm. When my fingers hesitated on the drawstring, Evric stepped closer and did it himself, his movements deliberate, slow enough to make my breath hitch. He slid the joggers down my hips, then straightened, stripping off his own remaining clothes in one fluid motion.

He pulled me back onto his lap, cock-to-cock. The hard proof of his need pressed against my inner thigh. I settled back against his chest, the heat of his naked body against mine instantly raising the temperature in the room.

Evric reached down, taking both our cock in his grip—mine, slick with need, and his, massive and throbbing. He began to stroke us together, matching his rhythm to the heat building rapidly between my legs. "Ah! Faster, daddy! Oh. I cried out, my voice thick with lust. God, that feels so good!"

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