Chris felt Dax's heavy, demanding body against his, the evidence of his own exhaustion, and the lingering heat that refused to subside. He looked up at Dax, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the tensed muscles in the alpha's shoulders, Dax's tight jaw, and the undeniable, stubborn hardness pressing against his thigh.
"You think you're done?" Chris murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn't sound breathless or weak or spent after how much he had been through with the pregnancy.
Dax didn't blink. He didn't even smile. He just looked at Chris like he was observing a particularly interesting piece of data, his expression unreadable but for the faintest crinkling at the corners of his eyes.
"I never said I was," Dax said deadpan.
"You look like you're about to pass out," Chris grinned, literally inviting danger into his life.
"Am I?" Dax's pale brows rising, his purple eyes shining with mischief.
