His Mafia Prince
Chapter 205: Nobody Gets Me Like You

Chapter 205: Nobody Gets Me Like You

(JERICHO)

Wesley glances up at me in obvious shock. "You know?"

I nod and keep moving my hips sensually. "I know that you have my baby inside of you." I whisper as I thrust deeper. "I know you’re pregnant."

He moans, what I can’t really place between pleasure and relief. His nails dig into me. "How?"

Much as I’d like to discuss this issue with him, I don’t respond. I desperately need to come again and I don’t think this is the right time to discuss that. I nudge his thighs wider and shove my shaft deeper into him. I like how his slick leaves a mess between his cheeks and my thighs as I ram deeper into him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more delicious. I feel like he isn’t full of my cum yet. I want to fill him more than I already have. I want it deep in his womb. He is already pregnant, but the idea of my seed buried deep in his body thrills me.

"You know?" he whispers. I notice how his eyes shimmer with relief. "You know about the baby, Jericho?"

I nod and keep thrusting, arms spread over his back as I help him push his weight onto my cock. "I’m going to claim you, Wesley." I whisper breathily. "Do you want that?"

"Y...yes, Jericho. But are you sure?"

"Oh, I’m sure, baby." I lick then suck the base of his throat. My mouth waters. I like how salty and damp his skin is. I can’t wait to have a taste of his blood on my tongue. I inhale his sweet scent deeply into my lungs. It has changed, now that he is pregnant. It’s hard to explain the difference, all I know is that the scent changed. Still heady as ever. Everything about Wesley is intoxicating.

I roll my hips and I feel pressure start to build in my groin. My cock is so fucking hard that it is literally painful. The friction of his asshole is perfect. So, I close my eyes and give in to the looming orgasm for the second time, hovering out of range. He slips his hands around my waist, hole milking my cock. I moan, loving how the clenching intensifies my orgasm.

"Wesley..." I moan, parting my lips to give him my mark.

"I love you," he whispers. "I love you Jericho. Claim me, please. I want you. I want to belong to you. Only you."

The words thrill me that my stomach does a literal backflip. I always knew that he loved me. But tonight, I feel it. I love him too. So much. I have always loved him too. From the day I first saw him singing shark songs to baby Reign, I knew I felt different about him the way I felt for other omegas. I felt like he belonged to me. Now I’m going to make my ownership official and bite him. But that goes both ways. I know that he will own me too. I love that thought, that we will belong to each other for an eternity.

"I love you too, Wesley. You’re mine." I part my lips, graze on the side of his neck and sink my teeth into his skin.

He screams in pain. His hole quakes again and he shudders as he comes again. His moans are wanton and his cry is fucking music to my ears and my lust ridden brain. His blood spills into my mouth and I groan. I’m in a daze as I pump more of my seed into his already full hole. His blood is like a drug to me, throwing me in a haze of lust.

"Oh, Jericho..." he cries and shudders as I suck on his bloody throat.

My cock spills, and his womb quakes around it. The copper tang of his blood on my tongue is orgasmic. He groans and clutches me hard, unraveling in the depth of his orgasm for the umpteenth time.

I never knew what it was like to claim an omega before, but I’ve heard rumors of it being exhausting. Now, I can verify that those stories are true, because I can see it unfold right before my eyes. What they don’t say is that despite being painful and tiring, it also feels euphoric. I’ve never felt this intense pleasure and I can tell that Wesley is feeling the same, considering how his whole body flushes.

We hold onto each other as the scent of blood, cum and slick fill the room. I’m painted in his load, and mine spills out of his hole. When my knot expands, we both groan and Wesley arches his back, pupils blown as I stretch him open and grow huge inside him. He mumbles and moans as he fucks himself on me.

We kiss and exchange our warm desperate breaths. I swallow every last one of his gasps. I can’t stop staring at the mood ring in his beautiful green eyes. They are so bright that I doubt if I’ll be able to hold his gaze any longer. I can’t believe that he is now mine. I don’t have to chase him around or hunt him down again. I don’t have to spend my nights alone again, suffering and wondering where he is. He is here with me now. Mine. Safely in my arms. I will protect him with my own life. If he carries the baby successfully to term, I will protect it with the same fierceness.

Once again, Wesley falls asleep in my arms. I curve him into my frame and hold him until my knot recedes, pressing tiny kisses on his forehead and hair. When he wakes up, we fuck again and by the time morning comes, we are both drained. Wesley wakes up looking kind of gray around the gills. He heads into the bathroom and I hear him retching. When he comes out, he looks exhausted and pale. He sits on the edge of the bed.

"The joys of being pregnant." He whispers as he stares into space.

"It is exciting though, right?"

He glances over at me then nods. "I’m so glad that I’m pregnant, Jericho. I...I just hope that I don’t lose it."

"You won’t." In truth, sometimes I worry a little that he might lose the baby, but honestly, all I care about is that I have Wesley. The baby is just a cherry on top.

We brush our teeth together then I coax Wesley into having a shower together. We kiss and help each other shower. I gently pat him dry as I rub through his hair. We smile at each other contentedly. It’s such a relief to not have to hide how we feel about each other anymore.

"I love you." I press a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I love you, Jericho." He smiles back.

I place my palm on his belly. "And our baby is in here."

The smile on his face fades. "I may not be able to carry it to term, Jericho. I’m sorry I’m a defective omega."

"You’re not defective, Wes. Stop being so negative. The baby will be fine. Those quack doctors made mistakes."

"I guess we’ll see." He pats his belly"

"You’re my omega now. That means you will have access to the best doctors in the city. They will do everything possible to keep you and the baby safe."

He frowns. "Your family will not accept me, Jericho. What if they change their mind and disown you instead?"

"No, that won’t happen." I sigh. "I know we will have a huge fight because Sasha likes to throw weight around. I won’t back down though. I have never really stood up to him before, but I’m willing to this time. I know Mother will be on my side, and Tyler too. Especially since you’re pregnant."

"B...but I’m a Sawyer."

"You will be an Adonis as soon as I put a ring on your finger. You’ll be under the Triple Triads’ protection."

"You want to marry me?"

"I do." I frown. "Much as I claimed you, I also want you to have my last name."

"But I’ll never be Italian, Jericho." He bites his lip. "I know that there are those that will not accept me."

"I don’t care whether you’re Italian or not. I’m never going to be the head of the Triple Triad syndicate. That honor belongs to Sasha and his sons. I’m actually relieved that I don’t have that pressure. I’ve never been thirsty for power like my brother."

"No." he smiles. "That’s what I like about you. I’m also not hungry for power. I just want to live a quiet, peaceful life."

"Exactly." I press a soft kiss on his lips then straighten. "Now...I...er, we need food, right? We didn’t eat yesterday, and last night was rather taxing."

"Do you mind if we eat somewhere apart from this room?" he grimaces." I’ve been stuck here for an awfully long time."

"Of course, baby. Whatever you want. I think we should go see Sasha after lunch." I study him.

"You’re sure?" he gulps.

I nod. "Yes, the sooner we get it over with, the better. Plus, your family is out there hunting you. I want you to be safe, and I barely know of any places safer than my home. I don’t think even your crazy family will come hunting you there."

"No. Papa and Danny just like it when the odds are in their favor."

I frown. "Like attacking two unsuspecting people in an apartment?"

"Yeah. They never play fair."

I tug him against me and rest my chin on his head. "I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you, Wes. And that includes my family, okay?"

He sighs, his warm puffy breaths hit my neck. "Okay." He sounds doubtful.

"You doubt my love for you?" I scowl.

"No."

"Haven’t I always protected you, Wesley? Didn’t I come looking for you against Sasha’s wishes?"

"You came for me."

"I have a spine."

He laughs then cups my cheek. "I know. You took two crazy Sawyers by yourself. I know you’re brave."

"But you think I’ll be weak when it comes to Sasha?"

He mulls over my question. "I think it’s just hard to go against family."

"Even if the worst happens and Sasha decides to kick me out, we will be fine." I meet his worried gaze. "I would live in a cardboard box with you if I had to."

He smiles. "You only say that because you’ve never had to live in a cardboard box. I have and I know you wouldn’t like it one bit."

"I can be rough if need be." I scowl.

He laughs. "If by rough you mean having to drink a brewed coffee instead of a latté, then yeah, I can see that."

"You’re mean." I frown. "I’ll be fine, as long as I get a nice little cardboard box. You know, like a refrigerator box, not a dishwasher box."

He smiles affectionately then pushes up on his toes to kiss me. "If it ever comes to that, I’ll get us two refrigerator boxes that we can sort of have a suite situation in."

I hug him tightly. "I will gladly live in a doughnut box, Wesley. As long as you’re there with me."