Full Moon ➤ Wangxian

During the awards ceremony, the group Untamed once again delivered an impeccable performance, captivating both the attendees at the venue and the global audience tuning in via digital platforms. The atmosphere was charged with a vibrant energy; cheers and mutual affection flooded every corner of the stage.

However, over the course of those two days, the group’s fans noticed their charismatic and even tender leader, Omega, acting a little... perhaps very...

Pregnant?

They knew that the beautiful and charming Omega was the partner of the group’s eldest member, Lan Wangji, a possessive dragon who, throughout the TMEA, didn’t stop glaring menacingly at any Alphas who dared to lay eyes on his adorable partner. But it was inevitable; the sweet strawberry cake pheromones radiating from the boy were truly intoxicating.

And those large coats he wore, paired with his nine tails, made him stand out in the crowd, drawing even more attention to his belly. Thanks to a few of the Huli Jing Omega’s movements on stage, the world was shown that, yes, the couple was in the sweet stage of expecting.

Wei Wuxian’s belly wasn’t that big—or at least not yet. It was only just beginning to show. Some intuited that the leader’s pregnancy was in its early stages, minimizing any risk, while others—more concerned for his health—wondered if he was one of those Omegas whose gestation went unnoticed. Fortunately, it took nothing more than a tender message from Wei Wuxian on Weibo and X to calm all his fans—if not the entire nation that adored him—which was surprising, as he was, after all, the Omega who managed to steal sighs even from those of his own caste.

The stream of messages they received across social media, mostly on Weibo, was incessant:

“You guys deserved that award!”

“Untamed shining on the dance floor as always!”

“I don’t even know who to fall in love with more.”

“Those outfits really make you look like gods.”

“WHERE DO WE PRAY?!”

“When are you officially announcing our Laozu’s pregnancy?”

Wei Ying, who was currently bathed, changed, and fresh on his hotel bed, ready to go to sleep inside his little nest, formed a cute “O” with his lips as he read that last message.

Did his fans already know about his little belly? He couldn’t expect anything less from them.

That explained much of his Alpha’s behavior the day before, especially on their way back to the hotel; a place he couldn’t leave now, given how sensitive Lan Zhan had left him.

The Huli Jing Omega closed one of his eyes as he felt Lan Zhan’s nose nuzzle affectionately against his face, seeking to grab his attention. He turned toward him, noticing that their juniors were completely focused on their own phones, oblivious to the rest of the world; Lan Zhan took advantage of the distraction to shower him with constant, tiny kisses.

The Omega tilted his head in confusion. He couldn’t decipher the message behind those golden eyes and the elder’s flirtatious smile. He understood even less when the dragon caressed his thighs over his pants, slowly moving his hand lower.

He wanted to understand what was going on in the Alpha’s mind.

The pregnancy had undoubtedly transformed them both over the passing weeks. As Wen Qing, their trusted physician, had explained, it was a natural process given they were different species; their natures, though distinct, were conspiring to strengthen their bond. If it weren’t for their scents, anyone who knew them might swear they had swapped bodies through their dual cultivation sessions.

Wuxian, usually so energetic and shameless, had become a bit more reserved and sleepy after he began gestating Wangji’s egg, becoming dependent on his partner’s constant pampering. Some mistook his new docility for shyness—Lan Qiren had almost celebrated his prolonged silence—but it was a notion the Huli Jing himself made sure to refute with his loud tantrums. And Wangji, for his part...

Oh, Dianxia! Wangji had become an expert at externalizing his possessiveness toward his beloved husband. His Omega’s scent kept him in a state of perpetual intoxication, far more potent than if he had dared to drink over a hundred jars of Emperor’s Smile.

After their performance at the TMEA, Lan Zhan hadn’t allowed him to separate from his side, not even to sit with Jiang Cheng or Nie Huaisang. He kept him under his custody, with his tail and a firm hand on his waist, while the other stroked his belly with an insistence that stopped just short of being painful.

Wei Ying had wanted to fall asleep on his lap; the Alpha’s scent, which had strangely intensified, acted like a sedative on him. Perhaps that was why their fans had noticed that moment when he rested his head on his partner’s shoulder while being showered with affection.

“Lan Zhan?” he whispered, just as the dragon’s hands rested with calculated tenderness upon his belly.

“Wei Ying, has our child behaved well today?”

“Hm?” He let out in confusion. The question had seemed so spontaneous and even curious, but he couldn’t complain; perhaps the dragon just wanted to ensure there were no issues with their little baby after being surrounded by so many people. The Omega barely moved his ears, affectionately stroking his husband’s face while smiling at him with a hint of exhaustion. “Of course, you know perfectly well that he’s very calm, just like his A-Die.”

Lan Zhan nodded, pressing his lips to his. Wei Ying thought it would be nothing more than a simple, sweet contact, but he was wrong. Lan Zhan had been inches away from devouring his mouth if he hadn’t pulled back just in time, feeling the elder’s hands caress his body with a brazenness that set his blood on fire.

“Lan Zhan, you know I love this, darling, but behave yourself. The boys are here, and your beautiful reputation can’t be tarnished,” he murmured with a flirtatious smile, playing a bit with his Alpha’s lips.

“It doesn’t matter,” Lan Zhan replied, dismissing it. “It’s not as if they are going to see us or interrupt.”

Wei Ying’s biggest concern was Huaisang and Jiang Cheng. If the former happened to notice anything, the teasing about his shamelessness would be inevitable, and they would leave him red as a tomato. Under other circumstances, Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have minded putting on a heated show with his handsome husband, but after the pregnancy, his inner Omega had altered his self-perception. Now, he felt exposed and vulnerable, unable to hold anyone’s gaze. He tried to fight against that facet of his nature, but it was a losing battle. Besides, the presence of his younger brother only exacerbated his shame. He was certain that if his husband went even slightly too far right under their noses, it would take days for the resulting scandal to die down.

Fortunately, Nie Huaisang was the one most immersed in his phone. It would take him a while to come back to reality.

Nevertheless, the Omega’s heart began to race as he felt the damp, lingering kisses the Alpha was slowly, lethally pressing against his neck, wanting to make him whimper every time the lips produced a soft smack upon pulling away from his skin.

Wei Ying was mortified, trying to prevent the scene from escalating. Just as he was settled onto the elder’s lap, the Huli Jing’s breath hitched upon seeing Jiang Cheng glancing at them. Nervously, he gave him a sweet smile, distracting the young Alpha just before he put his AirPods in, closing his eyes as he leaned back and pushed the exhausted Zixuan away from his side.

“Wei Ying, there is nothing to worry about,” the dragon whispered against his sensitive ear, causing his ears to fold against his head as he held back a small moan.

“How much longer? How much longer? How much longer? How much longer?” the embarrassed Omega wondered, trying to discreetly hide the thick, hard erection that his Alpha was “barely”—to use the word lightly—rubbing against his backside.

As if the damn movement of the van had been designed to torture him, every jolt forced the pretty Omega to cover himself with his tails or bite his lips to stifle a moan, earning in return a smirk—barely noticeable to many—from the dragon.

Seemingly reading his beautiful Omega’s thoughts about complaining at full volume, Lan Zhan repositioned his partner on his lap, facing him and wrapping his arms firmly around his waist to prevent him from falling backward. His bluish tail had indisputably become a support for his husband’s back.

Though, he wouldn’t have minded seeing Wei Ying from above in that position anyway.

The mere thought made him lick his lips, captivated by those big eyes that looked at him with curiosity and even tenderness. It was as if the younger one’s little tantrums had calmed down just by looking at each other.

The Omega’s nose began to twitch unconsciously, moving toward the Alpha’s neck to take in his comforting scent, making him purr.

They had been smelling each other for a long way, enjoying each other’s closeness, with the Alpha listening to the adorable purrs of his pregnant Omega, while that sugary scent only increased intensely, making him dizzy.

He wanted him.

“What’s wrong, Wei Ying?” the Dragon questioned when the younger man pulled away, after having left a small lick on his neck that sent a shiver down the dark-haired man’s spine.

“L-Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying looked at him with wide eyes.

The Alpha furrowed his brow, alarmed by the younger man’s tone, ready to act in case of any emergency. However, his demeanor changed upon noticing the tender blush washing over his partner’s cheeks, and a second later, he was able to notice—or rather, feel—the problem with his hands.

His Omega was lactating and leaking in the middle of the van ride, the latter having soaked through the fabric of his pants, even dampening the Alpha’s fingers.

“L-Lan Zhan.”

Wei Ying hid his embarrassed little face in the taller man’s chest, covering the rest of his body with his tails, refusing to come out of there despite his protests and thinly veiled insults.

The scent of strawberry cake had intensified, inevitably drawing the attention of those present. Including the driver himself, who, intrigued, cast a furtive glance through the rearview mirror.

“It’s the hormones.”

Having said that, the Alpha earned a playful, weak blow to his chest from his embarrassed mate.

Lan Zhan reached the hotel holding his Omega from behind, burying his nose in the space between the shorter man’s neck and shoulders. Wei Ying, wagging a few of his nine tails, tilted his head and sighed with pleasure, granting the elder even more direct access to soak in his scent.

The rest of the group were the first to go order food, excusing the couple so they could head straight into the room they shared.

Once inside, the Huli Jing let out a relieved sigh as he peeled off the skin-toned patch that had covered the large, bloody, reddish mark his Alpha had made specifically for him during these hectic performance days—a little trick, or “potential distractor” as he liked to call it, to keep fans from focusing on that specific area of his body.

On social media, there was still speculation as to why he hadn’t “yet” been marked by his partner, when in reality, he proudly wore that deeply significant and loving symbol every night.

He had to admit that the first time had hurt like hell; his Lan Zhan had an incredibly strong jaw, and his howls—resembling the cries of a newborn fox—were proof enough of how many people found out what had happened the next day.

As for his pregnancy, he wasn’t worried. He knew there would always be detractors questioning his relationship with the respected second Jade Dragon of the Lan family, but he trusted completely that the rest of their fans would look out for them and defend them. Besides, they had the full support of the company, their friends, and their families.

He had no reason to be scared, especially not at this stage.

Yes, he admitted that the day they told their manager and Lan Qiren himself, he had started crying like a little child, hiding behind Lan Zhan for fear of being scolded. But his Alpha had been there, standing up for him and the baby, calming his uncle as much as possible, along with the poor beta who, rather than being angry, was just trying to keep things in order.

Stepping out of the bathroom, having finally controlled his lactation and the strange, overwhelming desire to be fucked by his elder from hours earlier in the van, Wei Ying gave a little jump when he was caught by surprise in his Alpha’s arms.

It was very late, he was exhausted, and the mattress was incredibly tempting.

“Lan Zhan?”

The elder didn’t answer.

Instead, the dragon simply began to sniff his neck, just like in the van, careful not to hurt the Huli Jing with his horns, while his bluish tail swished constantly and insistently against the floor.

“Lan Zhan, what’s wrong? You’ve been very cranky since yesterday,” Wei Ying said with a pout, stroking his Alpha’s chest. “Is it stress?” he asked, pressing his face to the dragon’s head and lightly kissing his horns. “Let’s go to sleep, Lan Zhan.”

Wei Ying’s inner Omega was stirring somewhat restlessly, purring happily at being covered by Lan Zhan’s scent, which had been deliberately intensified so that he wouldn’t pay attention to anything else.

Typical; his Alpha just wanted all of his attention.

He was just about to fall asleep in the taller man’s arms when the Omega gave another little jump, feeling Lan Zhan slap his butt instead of answering his questions. He hated that—he had told him so once—but just for tonight, he had allowed one of his hands to squeeze that area to its liking, while his hip was imprisoned by the other.

His lips were captured with more force than usual, making him gasp the moment Lan Zhan allowed him to inhale a few seconds of air.

Wei Ying’s legs buckled, forcing him to cling to the nightstand to keep from bumping his belly, though his tails served as a soft cushion. He felt Lan Zhan’s hands part his glutes, allowing the elder to press his tongue against his sweet ring, which began to welcome him gladly.

The Alpha’s tongue explored his interior with a determination that caught him off guard. The Omega covered his lips with both hands, stifling the sharp moan that escaped from the depths of his throat.

That was new.

It was the first time the Dragon had touched that area with anything other than his fingers or his member.

God, was he going to faint? It felt so damn good.

“L-Lan Zhan!” he squeaked, his eyes watering, letting out another sharp moan the moment Lan Zhan slid his right hand under his shirt—the only garment he was actually wearing, as his pajama pants and underwear were now scattered somewhere in the dimly lit room—and began to tease his erect nipples. “L-Lan Zhan,” he sobbed with a prominent pout, jumping slightly when the Alpha’s breath hit him right near his sensitive ears, which were pressed against his long hair.

“You’re getting so wet, pretty Omega.”

The younger man’s lips parted again in surprise, but not for long; a strange, tingling sensation began to prick at his little one’s home. It probably didn’t even come from there, but he could clearly feel that simply hearing the voice of his Dragon’s inner Alpha had made him more submissive to his touch, soaking him and accidentally making him lactate again.

No! He was lactating again!

It wasn’t normal to lactate when you got turned on, was it?!

That stuff in his chest was supposed to come later, once he already had his little pup.

“I... I had barely been able to control it,” he complained in a tiny tantrum, arching his back as a spasm racked his entire body.

The Alpha pressed his face into his dark locks, inhaling his little one’s rich scent.

As he slowly entered the cavity he loved so much, the Omega held tightly to Lan Zhan’s arms, trembling slightly from the expansion and the intrusion into his lower half, biting his lower lip while squeezing his eyes shut.

“My beautiful Omega,” Lan Zhan murmured in a hoarse voice.

“P-Perhaps we should stop... I-I don’t know if it’s a good idea to do this in my condition,” the young Omega began to say, a bit nervously, whimpering softly as he felt the elder’s small thrusts. “I-Is this okay? I-I haven’t talked to Wen Qing about this yet.” The Omega clung to his Alpha’s chest when the thrusts, though slow, began to gain depth. “I-It’s been a while since the last time...”

“Everything will be fine; I know what I’m doing.”

“A-Are you sure?” Wei Ying let out another small moan as the Alpha pinned him a bit closer to the wall, moving him away from the nightstand and any other area where his pup could be harmed. “Alpha, my body is changing... i-it’s preparing to adapt to our baby, i-it’ll be even more sensitive and...” Wei Ying shook his head slightly, feeling a small tingle when the Alpha began to gently caress his belly. His breathing was becoming heavier, making him gasp for air. “I-I’ll have to be even more careful, but even knowing this, I... I don’t understand why...” The Huli Jing held his breath upon noticing those deep, dark eyes watching him intently, feeling truly small under his gaze. “I-I feel so hot.”

Just a small brush of their lips had been enough to soak the flushed Omega even more. Gradually falling under his partner’s spell, he began to intensify his kisses, drugging the Dragon.

Wei Ying loved the kisses, but for the sake of all three of them, they couldn’t go too far if they wanted to maintain at least a shred of composure for their commitments in the coming hours.

But he felt so desired... He wanted his Alpha inside.

It was strange.

It was as if their heats had taken hold of them both.

Wait a second...

“Y-You’re in...!” The elder’s lips silenced him before he could finish his realization.

The embarrassed Omega broke into a cold sweat when there was a brief knock at the door.

Holy Moon Goddess, tell me the door is locked, the poor, pregnant Huli Jing thought, nearly squealing.

It only took a low, guttural growl of warning from Lan Wangji to ensure no one else dared to bother them. Yes, his Alpha was definitely in heat, and that had only amplified his hormones due to his pregnancy.

Their scents combined, perfuming the air; the couple couldn’t have felt more ecstatic. Feeling the press of their bodies, the Dragon’s fangs threatening to graze the soft, porcelain skin of his partner were a constant promise of what was to come.

The younger man’s hands were pinned against the wall by the elder’s, and by the signature forehead ribbon he always wore, preventing him from moving freely.

Wei Ying couldn’t silence his moans, no matter how much he fought against himself. Every time Lan Zhan touched him just right, he melted.

His back arched as the thrusts against him became deeper and more precise. His Lan Zhan, masturbating him and showering him with kisses, was something he hadn’t realized he would need so badly after such exhaustive training and performances.

He hadn’t let himself feel stressed for the sake of his little pup, but it was truly comforting to feel so liberated.

A hoarse moan escaped him this time when he managed to ejaculate on the Alpha’s hand, feeling truly exhausted when the latter came inside him. He allowed his pearlescent forehead to rest against the wall, panting.

The semen began to drip down those pale legs, staining the floorboards near the Omega’s feet, though his tails hadn’t been spared from being splattered either. Lan Zhan watched his partner’s reddish lips tremble, knowing full well what he was demanding. Without any rush, he began depositing tiny kisses, intensifying them until he drove the younger man to desperation as he moved him to the center of the bed, beginning to play with the damp nipples of his sleepy little one.

“N-No!” Wei Ying snapped suddenly, his cheeks redder than before, trying to pull away from the Alpha. “N-No... w-we can’t keep going, t-there are many people outside; it won’t be enough to tell them w-we’re just resting.”

And that excuse was just that—an excuse—because to Wei Ying, pregnant or not, despite his rebellious and provocative attitude, it was always embarrassing to look into his Alpha’s deep eyes while being taken with such force and sweetness by the Dragon, precisely in that position where Lan Zhan could see all his expressions.

It didn’t matter that a few years had passed since their first time; for him, it was still shameful—especially now, knowing someone might catch them in this situation!

The attentive Alpha had tilted his head; Wei Ying thought he looked adorable with that gesture.

“Don’t resist, Omega,” the Huli Jing moaned in pleasure when the Alpha’s still-erect member entered him, stretching his walls even further. He was so deep that with the first few thrusts, Wei Ying was lost. It felt truly good. “You are such a good Omega, so good for your Alpha.” Wei Ying nodded with teary eyes; because of his horny man, he now wanted to be ravished all over again.

Lan Zhan had the shorter man controlled by his hips, with his powerful, bluish tail wrapping around his beloved’s body, while the Huli Jing’s nine tails were spread out like an extra mattress. The Alpha was being “somewhat” careful to leave reddish marks from his grip. His mate’s skin was so soft and bright—what a complex temptation and dilemma it was to decide whether or not to claim it.

Screw it, he would.

Wei Ying barely babbled his name; his watery, shimmering gaze couldn’t easily focus on the elder. On the contrary, he could barely distinguish that what he was looking at was the ceiling of the room, clinging to the sheets while his Alpha placed his pale legs over his shoulders, thrusting deeper and with certainty into his partner’s sweet spot.

He continued his task of nibbling lightly on the areas near his belly, depositing affectionate licks, greeting the pup still in formation.

Lan Zhan smiled a bit mockingly when, as he came, he admired his Omega’s exhausted expression. He took him into his arms, lifting him so he rested against his chest while he held him firmly by the forearms.

“Don’t fall asleep, darling.”

“Eh?”

The Omega’s lips parted to let out a surprised moan. The rhythmic sway of the Alpha’s pelvis against his now-reddened glutes had managed to penetrate his little ring with much, much more depth, thanks to how dilated he was from the elder’s previous ejaculations.

The bed was a disaster; it had turned into a battlefield. The sheets were tangled, most of the pillows were on the floor, and the wooden frame was constantly slamming against the floor and the wall.

He was grateful that at least there were no rooms near theirs, since they had been staying in the last ones available in the wide hallways; however, he now feared for the “neighbors” above and below them.

His Alpha’s heat was nearing its peak; by then, this perverted being gifted by the heavens would stop speaking coherently in that deep voice that drove him crazy, and would only growl to try and communicate.

“L-Lan Zhan! D-Don’t... Ah! Alpha, the pup, remember... r-remember the pup! Alpha!” Wei Ying’s body trembled and shuddered with every new thrust. He squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back. “Y-Your uncle could come, Lan Zhan!”

The Omega felt dizzy, not just from the delicious sensation of being penetrated by Lan Zhan at his sweet spot, but also from the enormous amount of pheromones covering the entire room.

Most likely, the entire hotel floor smelled of his Alpha in heat.

“Y-You’re going to kill me!” he shouted, agitated, sobbing from the delicious sensation that addled his brain. “Alpha, you’re going to kill me! I-It feels so good.” Lan Zhan kissed him again, causing a small thread of saliva to fall from the corner of the younger man’s lips. “Ngh!”

The Dragon, dominated and blinded by his inner Alpha’s thoughts, only wanted to knot his partner again, regardless of whether he was pregnant or not. He wanted him to have everything.

Wei Ying, who had long since dug his sharp nails into the Alpha’s chest, let out a high-pitched squeal feeling how his partner continued to grow inside him, making his legs tremble even though the Alpha held him against himself, preventing him from falling.

“L-Lan Zhan!”

The Alpha laid his exhausted partner back against the mattress, kissing his damp, moonlit eyes and his flushed cheeks, noticing how his body was spasming and incoherent words were still spilling from his lips.

At least that had calmed his inner Alpha for the moment, as he had already released his first knot of the heat—there were still two more to go.

The panting, flushed Omega placed an arm over his eyes, letting out long sighs as Lan Zhan brazenly licked the milk flowing from his chest, thrusting with his other member and shaking the mattress beneath them.

“That’s supposed to be for your son, you perverted Alpha.”

“Supposedly. For now, it’s only mine.”

Lan Zhan held him by the arms, preventing his back from fully resting against the mattress; his legs flanked the Alpha despite him clinging to Lan Zhan’s hips, feeling wetter with every passing second.

Wei Ying moaned pleasurably each time his lips were captured by the elder’s, begging for more whenever they parted to catch their breath.

The Huli Jing Omega screamed his Alpha’s name the moment he reached his climax, coming between his own stomach and the Dragon’s. His pregnancy made him incredibly sensitive; he was easily aroused and, to his frustration, had discovered he would climax even if he were barely brushed by his elder.

Lan Zhan ran his hands over the Omega’s belly, causing Wei Ying’s back to arch from the sensitive contact.

He could still remember his first time with the elder—how his fragile innocence had been taken by that male with the sharp fangs and deep gaze—and the extreme embarrassment when Madam Yu had screamed to the heavens upon learning he was already marked, quickly drawing the attention of the rest of their relatives.

He was certain he would hear those shouts again once they found out a new member was coming to both families.

“You looked so beautiful during our latest performances,” the Dragon growled near his ear, raising goosebumps on his skin while he felt the elder’s hot hands trace his thighs with deadly slowness. “And your scent was so exquisite... it was intoxicating me.” Wei Ying let out a small moan as Lan Zhan’s damp tongue trailed all the way down his neck, making him feel small. “Why do I have such a beautiful Omega? People couldn’t stop watching you, even when you were alone or on stage with us, not to mention when they saw your lovely body move along with your beautiful Huli Jing tails.” Lan Zhan took the Omega’s buttocks and kneaded them at will, resuming his previous thrusts at an irregular rhythm. The Alpha smiled crookedly as he watched the flushed face of his prince transform into grimaces of pleasure, sometimes even begging. “What a blessing to have your beautiful body solely for myself.”

“A-Alpha...” Wei Ying bit his lower lip with force, sobbing softly from the friction between his damp, reddened entrance and the elder’s member.

“You didn’t go blind on stage because you didn’t put on your blindfold in time, did you, Wei Ying?” Wei Ying nodded, clinging to Lan Zhan’s back in a hug, digging his sharp nails into the golden-eyed man’s back. “You looked so sexy biting it with your sweet lips, and yet you still dared to apologize to all of us.”

It happened that during their last performance, Wei Ying hadn’t been on time to tie the blindfold for a duet with his Alpha. Irritated by the hours of rehearsal, he had chosen to hold it in his lips like a damn pet.

Even though he cursed himself for such a stupid mistake, the audience had found it a highly seductive act. There was no lack of obscene comments on the internet, or the thought that he might already be in some fantasy with someone other than his partner.

Lan Wangji knew this, and he was absolutely, burning jealous.

“A-Alpha!” he begged in a shout as Lan Zhan increased the pace, his face pressed near the other’s ears, dazing and sweetening the Dragon with his shrill and occasionally hoarse voice.

Half of the Huli Jing’s body hung off the mattress, save for the arm where Lan Zhan supported him. One of his legs rested among the sheets while the other was in the air, feeling the Alpha’s phallus with greater depth, making him scream from the exquisite sensation.

His teary, silver eyes opened slowly after feeling completely filled with his partner’s seed, seeing it spill out and seeing himself all bathed in that white liquid at the tip, while streams of it poured from his lower half in thick, thread-like ribbons.

There was only one knot left, and by then, his inner Omega had fully emerged, taking control.

Lan Zhan licked his lips again, playing with his little one’s entrance, sliding only the tip of his penis in and out, watching the pout Wei Ying formed at not having him all the way inside.

He heard the most delicious moan from his mate as he bit one of his ears while his furry tails were easily pulled between his hands.

And that little ring, exposed, so pink, tight, and wet, just as he loved it.

The young Omega had nothing to worry about, because he got it all, and with a single thrust, he provoked a new cry of surprise.

His eyes looked clouded and lost, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The most desired Omega in the entire territory was his.

“Do you like it, Wei Ying? Does it feel good?”

“I-It feels... v-very good” He tried to say amidst his tears, letting out small growls and sweet moans.

“I’ve wanted to devour Wei Ying for hours now. You don’t know how much...” Wei Ying moaned again, throwing his head back. Lan Zhan tortured him a little, giving him small bites. “It hurt being trapped inside those tight pants, it hurt so much... because I couldn’t eat you in public, but Wei Ying, you don’t know how much I wanted to, how much I wanted to make you mine when I saw you dressed so prettily; that outfit highlighted all your beauty. I didn’t care... that a million people were watching us, I just wanted to make you mine.”

“Alpha...”

“Receive me, Omega. All of it.”

Wei Ying arched his back again as he felt his mark being reopened by the Alpha’s sharp fangs, feeling truly dizzy and devoid of strength.

“It’s almost four in the morning. This is no time to be eating.”

The Huli Jing wrinkled his nose and flicked his tails; if he and his pup were hungry, he was going to eat the first thing he could get his hands on. So, he threatened the Alpha, brandishing a potato chip at him.

“Four in the morning, my ass, Lan Zhan—we’re hungry!”

“It’s not even the month for cravings yet, don’t start with that,” the Alpha replied, stealing a chip from the shorter man while shaking his head. “And this isn’t exactly healthy, to say the least.”

“My chip!” The Omega lunged at the elder, trying to recover his precious snack, but he ended up tiring himself out, settling onto the other’s bare chest with a pout. “L-Lan Zhan...”

“Yes?”

“I-I think people will look at me strangely tomorrow at our colleagues’ presentation,” Wei Wuxian confessed with a pout. “When they see me walk...”

“When they see you walk, they’ll know that I gave my husband and our child lots and lots of love,” Lan Wangji replied, kissing his partner’s fluffy cheeks. “But if they make Wei Ying uncomfortable with their comments... they’ll see why I’m your Alpha.” Wei Ying gave him a little swat on the chest, his cute pout still etched onto his lips.

“Lan Zhan! Don’t scare the fans.”

“I appreciate the affection from our fans,” he said sincerely, forming a very faint smile. “But I don’t love them—only you two.” He gave his embarrassed Huli Jing Omega a little peck. “If we go, will you sit by my side tomorrow?”

“Hmm... Only if you give me lots and lots of pampering. And my chips.” The Huli Jing thought about it a bit more, his eyes widening. “What do you mean, ‘if we go’?” he asked, suspicious of the strange glint in his Alpha’s golden orbs. “Lan Zhan?”

“Wei Ying, our child needs another massage session.”

It wasn’t a question. The Dragon seemed to laugh internally at the sight of his partner’s cheeks flushing a furious shade of red.

“N-No, no, wait!” he began to shout as his partner pounced on him.

Wei Ying loved being fucked by his Alpha while pregnant, no matter how much he begged for mercy from the Dragon’s envious stamina.