Текст книги "Heat for sale"

Автор книги: Ursa Dox

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With every moment, Adrien’s resemblance to Nathan faded away, replaced by the stunning transparency of his soul, the complete lack of machinations, and the sense that his future was still so unwritten, so blank and open. So potentially Heath’s.

Alone in the bathroom, Heath took his time dressing and considered what

he was going to do now. The heat had passed, but his crush remained. The desire to protect and pleasure, to discover more about the sweet puzzle of a man he’d only started to know clawed at his insides like a predator. There was nothing innocent about the feeling.

Zipping his jeans, he turned to the mirror and combed his dark hair as he tried to think his way out of what he knew he needed to do. He didn’t want to say goodbye today. He hated the thought of giving Adrien up now that he’d had him. Not even for a few weeks while they waited to see if the breeding took.

But that was the agreement, and it was written into the contract per Heath’s original wishes to keep it all transactional, to keep his distance and preserve his heart. Damn, but his heart was definitely in danger. There was no doubt about that. Heath’s hand shook as he continued to brush his hair.

Adrien wasn’t Nathan, he reminded himself. Nathan was a different kind of omega entirely.

But he’d originally insisted on the more liberal contract that allowed a bred omega to return to their life as they awaited signs of pregnancy. The idea being that until a pregnancy was confirmed, it benefited the omega to get back to their work, school, or whatever else. Traditionally, omegas stayed with alphas until pregnancy was confirmed or denied, but omega rights had changed all that. Therefore, Heath and Adrien’s contract made it clear: unless Adrien was carrying Heath’s child, his progeny, he would never have any rights over Adrien again.

Heath dropped the comb to the bathroom sink and stared at himself in the mirror. What a fool he’d been. He smiled grimly, not sure what he’d been more foolish about: believing he could keep affection for Adrien out of his heart or failing entirely to do so.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since the last cycle had hit, but Heath was contractually obligated to accept that it was time for Adrien to go.

The knock on the bathroom door brought him out of his reverie.

“Can I get dressed now?” Adrien called through the wood. “It’s almost time for me to go.”

Heath jerked the door open and took one last look at Adrien’s lean body, and he still ached to fatten him up. “Yes,” he said, gruff and irritable that he had no choice but to agree. “And hurry.”

Watching Adrien put clothes on again for the first time since he’d taken

them off in front of the cabin was like having a tooth drilled without Novocain. It took all of his willpower not to reach out to Adrien and demand that he stay, order him to get those awful clothes off his body and climb back in bed where he belonged.

But he restrained himself, forcing a close-lipped smile, before saying,

“Drive carefully. You might be carrying my child.”

Adrien swallowed hard, pushing up the glasses Heath had let him don again after the rage of the heat was over. “I will.”

They left the cabin and stepped out into the bright light of day.

They stared at each other as the birds cawed and swooped overhead. The trees rustled and swayed in the forest around them, and the house stood behind him like an empty, cavernous maw, devoid of anything but echoes of recent joy.

“Um, so, thanks,” Adrien said quietly. He licked his lips and looked down at the ground and then up at Heath again. “For, you know…”

“Buying your heat?”

“Yeah, and for being so nice.”

“Was I nice?” Heath asked. He remembered ordering Adrien to the ground outside and then rough-fucking him in the entryway. He regretted that treatment now.

“You were…” Adrien glanced away and then seemed to force himself to meet Heath’s eyes again. “You were what I needed. Thank you for taking charge.”

“Anytime.” He meant it, too. He’d take charge again right now if he thought Adrien truly wanted him to. There was a glimmer in the boy’s eye that made him wonder…but, no, he’d follow the contracts to the letter. There was every reason to hope the breeding would take, and then he’d have over a year of Adrien at his side. He could get to know every inch of Adrien inside and out, find out what made him tick, discover what motivated a young man like him. Learn the scent and look of him in every season. There was no reason to push it now.

Well, aside from the growing sense of despair at the thought of Adrien getting into his car and driving away. The impending loss reminded him of how he’d felt after Nathan died. Not so soul-wrenching, but a similar imprint of pain, just enough that it was horribly familiar.

“I guess I should go,” Adrien said, scuffing his tennis shoes on the

ground.

You don’t have to, Heath almost said, but he kept his mouth tightly closed on the words.

“I’ll, uh, I guess I’ll be in touch. About how it goes. If the breeding took or not. I should know in a week or so.”

Heath nodded.

Adrien chewed on his bottom lip. “Before I leave, though, I wanted to ask one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Would you kiss me?”

Heath grunted and took two long strides forward, grabbed Adrien by the waist, and kissed him hard and possessively. He tasted the boy’s tongue and plunged deeper, taking ownership of his mouth. Then he released him, his heart pounding and his throat working to keep from demanding that Adrien stay.

“Thank you,” Adrien whispered, his lips red from their kiss. “I’m glad it was you.”

He broke out of Heath’s arms like he was in some kind of rush, jumped into his car, and started it. He pulled away down the drive, kicking up dust and leaves behind him.

Heath stared after him, stood his ground and let the surrounding forest soothe his sense of loss.

PART TWO

Pregnancy

Chapter Eight

THE DAYS FOLLOWING Adrien’s first heat were covered in a strange sense of unreality. He walked through the world as though barely tethered to it. Some vital part of himself remained behind in Heath’s heat cabin, and only his shell went about his day-to-day life.

For the third day in a row, he sat at his desk in the campus’s old art building staring at the latest swatches of the Hontu fabric he was studying.

The patterns were as bright as ever, the design as flawless, and the mystery of meaning just as deeply hidden within the heart of the fabric itself, but he couldn’t seem to summon a passion for it. Today, he held an orange and blue swath, noting that it demonstrated a more evenly battened weft than any he’d previously studied, but he couldn’t focus his mind long enough to start a list of investigative questions. Even wondering “why this change?” and “how this change?” didn’t come to him.

He rested his chin in his hand and growled at his own lack of focus. After a few more minutes of staring at the new fabric, he put it aside, and spoke sternly to himself. “What’s wrong with you? You did this so you could stay in school and continue on to become a professor. You’re ambitious and intelligent, remember? Get it together.”

But no matter how he argued with himself, his mind wandered until he finally abandoned his desk and left his work behind in order to return to the comparative nest of his room.

“How’s it going?” Lance asked, falling into stride beside him on the sidewalk outside the art building.

“All right,” Adrien muttered. He wanted to get back to his room and curl up in his bed. He missed the stew Heath had fed him, though he couldn’t say why. When he’d first finished the heat, he’d thought he’d never want to taste it again. Now it seemed like the only thing that would satisfy him.

Lance clucked his tongue. “I don’t buy that, friend. In fact, I’d say you’ve seemed sort of down since you got back.”

“Is that unusual?” Adrien asked, stopping in his tracks. He didn’t know

how he was supposed to feel or behave after having turned himself over to someone like Heath, but he felt disoriented and lost. And a little ashamed.

Not of what he’d done, or what they’d shared, but that he couldn’t seem to get his act together now that he was back at school. Heath had bid on him because he was ambitious. Where was his ambition now? Fucked away in a week?

He took hold of Lance’s arm and said, “Is there something wrong with me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He grinned. “But for someone who earned a ton of money for his first heat, I’d have expected you’d have a bit more spring in your step. Think of all you can do with your life now. All the places you could travel! The things you could see!”

“Hmm.” Adrien released Lance’s arm, pushed his glasses up his nose, and shrugged. “I guess.”

Lance’s eyebrows nearly hit his hairline, but all he said was, “Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know how,” Adrien said. “It was the most important thing that ever happened to me, and I shared it with a guy I barely know. It feels like it was all a dream.”

But that wasn’t accurate at all. It felt like his life now was the dream. The heat cabin and all the scents, sensations, and pleasures of it seemed the only real thing in the world. Lance even struck him as strangely false. All he really wanted to think about now was Heath. Where was he? What was he doing and who was he with? Did Heath think of him at all? Did he miss him? Or had Heath simply moved on with his life as though the heat cabin had never happened, only caring whether the breeding had taken?

They started walking again toward the dorm, and Adrien was glad to be moving. It helped him focus to know that he would be back in his bed soon, where he could sleep and dream of the heat cabin.

“Have you talked to the guy who won your heat? You know, since you got back?” Lance asked. “Sometimes that helps, you know. With the post-heat separation, that is.”

“Post-heat separation?”

“You went through an intense bonding experience. Literally, if you’re pregnant. Like, the two of you are bonded together into another life. In fact, I’d say your state of mind right now leads me to think you are pregnant, and

that it did take.”

Adrien palmed his flat stomach. He didn’t feel any different, aside from this morose disinterest in his former life and a deep yearning for Heath. “It’s too soon to know.”

“Maybe, but I’ve seen it before. I’m the oldest of six, remember? I’ve seen how both my step-omegas acted after they got knocked up during heats.

If it didn’t take, they shook off the post-heat melancholy easily. If they were growing a new life inside, they turned inward and got really dependent on my father. The worst was the time they were both pregnant simultaneously. I thought my father would lose his mind. But that’s another story.”

Adrien didn’t want to be dependent on anyone. And yet he couldn’t help but recall how nice it had felt to be hand-fed by Heath, cared for, and bathed.

He could put up with some more of that quite happily.

Lance grinned. “I guess we’ll know by the end of the week, huh?”

“I suppose we will.”

“And what happens if you are pregnant?” Lance asked as they approached the dormitory. “What did you agree on?”

“I go to live with him until the baby is born and then, assuming I’m happy there, I’m to remain for one year of chestfeeding.”

Lance nodded. “I’m gonna miss you around here.”

Adrien touched his stomach again. “You’re that certain, huh?”

“I’m pretty damn sure. You’ve got the ‘growing baby’ blues.” He took Adrien’s arm and led him toward the elevators in the lobby. As they rode up to Lance’s floor, he said, “Don’t worry. It passes into ‘hormonally hellish’

horniness before too long.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, give it a few weeks. You’ll see. And then you’ll understand why my dad nearly died when dealing with two at the same time.” Lance waggled his eyebrows and broke away as the elevator dinged. “See you later, Mr.

Preggo.”

Adrien flipped him the bird.

Chapter Nine

A WEEK LATER, Adrien was packing his bags, jittery with anticipation and worry. Ron Finch and two other employees from the university matcher service were in his dorm room helping him box up his things, explaining what to expect, and what the university promised him in terms of his future return to the school after the baby was born and the chestfeeding completed.

“Your position here is guaranteed. That’s part of the charm of using the university matcher service. So, once the baby is weaned from chestfeeding, you can return to school and pick up right where you left off!”

Adrien didn’t bother to point out the inaccuracy of that. Some of his work was time sensitive and would be passed on to others to finish. But he’d known that when he’d agreed to do the auction and offered up the breeding as an extra. He’d have to find a new topic of research when he came back. A prick of disappointment momentarily soured his relief that he’d see Heath again soon, but that was soon washed away in a flood of wild anticipation.

A dark-haired older man whose name Adrien didn’t recall motioned toward the last box and said, “These will be delivered to your alpha’s address within the next forty-eight hours. So be sure to pack anything you definitely need in the meantime in your suitcase.”

Adrien nodded. He wasn’t an idiot. He’d already thought of that. Besides, he just wanted to get on the road. The anticipation and apprehension was overwhelming. He knew the drive was about four hours, and he was already aching from head-to-toe to see Heath again. But what about Heath? Would he be happy to see Adrien, too? What would it be like between them without the heat drawing them together? What would a year in a stranger’s house really mean? There were too many questions he didn’t know the answer to. The whole world felt like it was on the verge of being reborn, and he didn’t have any idea what form it would take.

Besides, he wanted to see Heath’s face, to judge his reaction to the news of a baby for himself.

Adrien hadn’t been the one to inform Heath of the pregnancy,

unfortunately. Ron Finch had taken that job as his own, claiming it was the way it was always done. He said it marked the official conclusion of the auction since at that time he’d taken the payment in full on Adrien’s behalf—

including the pregnancy bonus. Adrien had to take Ron’s word when he said that Heath was pleased.

But Adrien told himself Heath must be happy about the baby. After all, Heath had paid a great deal of money for the option of breeding him, and he’d seemed determined to ensure he would get pregnant by keeping him plugged for the duration of the heat. Still, there was something inside him insisting that he had to see Heath’s face and hear him say he was happy for himself. And the sooner the better.

He only had to stop twice to vomit during the drive, and he supposed that was a success given that he’d been puking a lot more often than he’d like over the last few days. He hoped this stage would pass quickly, because he was pretty sure that Heath wouldn’t find vomit very appealing in an omega.

As he came over the mountain ridge on the main road, he saw the glitter of the city spreading out before him. Wellport, resting by the sea and serving as the seat of government for the nation, fairly screamed wealth. High-rises reached for the sky, as their residents reached for the upper echelons of power. The best neighborhoods in the city were old money, and some of the finest homes were built alongside the large parks intended for the enjoyment of the original founding families back in the ‘days of yore.’ And a few of the nicest homes were built within the parks themselves.

That’s where Heath’s home resided, inside one such park, called Clearwood. And, according to the directions provided by the university, the house was referred to as Clearwood Castle. Adrien wasn’t certain what to make of that. The Heath he’d been impregnated by had seemed content in a tiny cabin in the woods. This Heath of Wellport and Clearwood Castle seemed like a dark mystery.

Dear God, did he even know the man’s last name? He didn’t think he did.

He’d never asked.

Locating Clearwood Park was easy enough. The winding, meandering roads through the grounds showed off flowering greenways, spacious lawns, and lushly wooded parkland. As he drove through, Adrien’s anxiety began to ease. Yes, this seemed to be the kind of place that the Heath he’d met, the man he’d gone through his heat with, would choose to live. Close to nature,

away from the chaos of the big city, but somehow close enough that he could still get to work—whatever that might entail, Adrien was still unsure—in under an hour.

The gate marking the driveway from the park was thick and made of iron.

As Adrien pulled up in front of it, peering into the wooded distance, he could just make out the top of what looked like a rather astonishingly large stone house. He was just wondering how he was going to get inside when the gate swung slowly open on its own. He shoved away the resurgence of nerves as he drove slowly through.

When the house came into view, Adrien gulped down the shock of saliva in his mouth, and stared, gobsmacked, at the castle-like structure looming in front of him. The front of the building showed off turrets and rooflines that took his breath away, and the stone itself was laid in a pattern that left Adrien feeling as though he’d walked into a fairytale book. Or driven, rather. Since he still hadn’t left his car.

The massive wooden front doors, shaped like those on a medieval castle, opened, and Adrien’s breath stuttered as Heath stepped outside. He was smoothly shaved, wore a dark suit and sleek tie, polished black shoes, and a serious expression that turned Adrien’s guts inside out and his heart upside down. He tried to breathe but found he couldn’t grab a full breath as he worked to unbuckle his seat belt.

Where was the gruff man from the woods? Where were his beard and his soft T-shirt and blue jeans? Who was this man? Adrien’s fingers froze on the door handle, and he had to talk himself into getting out. This was what he’d agreed to, what he’d wanted up until this very moment. He took a deep breath and let it out. As he climbed from the car, two servants darted forward from the shadows of the house and began to collect his things. Adrien blinked at them, resettled his glasses, and stared up at the house again.

He was supposed to live here? Until the baby came?

All around them the woods sang with birdsong. It was hard to imagine that the sparkling city, with all its people and cars, all its stores and shows, was just a short drive away. Clearwood Castle felt completely isolated. And that, at least, was familiar to Adrien. That felt right. It was the imposing nature of the place, the darkness of the stone, and the smooth presentation of its master that had him undone and unsure.

He wiped his hands against his jeans and wished he’d worn something

other than a rock ’n’ roll T-shirt he’d purchased at a very loud stadium concert last autumn.

Once the servants were back inside, taking all of Adrien’s luggage with them, Heath stepped forward. The intent expression in his gray eyes was so like the one he’d worn when Adrien had arrived at the heat cabin that Adrien’s hands went to the button on his jeans, anticipating that Heat would command him to bend over and show his hole again.

“It’s intimidating, I know,” Heath said finally. The rasp of his voice shivered up and down Adrien’s spine, and he felt his nipples harden in response. Was he trained to react to this man now? Or was it what Lance had said? Pregnancy hormones making him horny?

Adrien tried to concentrate. “This is your home?”

“Ancestral, yes,” Heath said. “My great-great-great-grandfather Clearwood built it when Wellport was simply ‘the port’ and barely a skyscraper blemished the sky.”

Adrien’s hand still lingered on his jeans button. Heath’s gaze strayed down to it, and his mouth, no longer hidden behind a beard, smirked slightly.

“Come inside,” he said, turning on his heel without touching Adrien at all

–no welcoming hug or handshake. No kiss. A stab of disappointment pierced him. What had he expected though? Just like at the heat cabin, he was out of his depth. “I’ve prepared an area for your stay. It’s roomy but cozy at the same time. You’ll be safe there.”

Adrien followed Heath up the great stone stairs and into a massive, shadowy hall adorned with marble statues, oil paintings, and a large, ornate, and somehow terrifying clock made from giant slabs of carved wood and sharp metal pieces. The hands showed it to be midafternoon. He’d spent more time puking on the side of the road than he’d thought.

“This way,” Heath said, his shoulders stiff and his gait rapid. Adrien had to hurry to keep up.

His glasses slipped again and again as anxious perspiration slid down the side of his face. They rushed through wide hallways, bypassing open doors that led to rooms that seemed to serve various functions for the household.

Then, suddenly, they passed through a door that partitioned the front of the house off from the back, and immediately all was different. They’d entered into a concrete tunnel, and yet somehow it felt lighter and airy, with wide windows on the upper half and skylights that channeled sunlight in from

every angle.

Adrien looked around in wonder and risked reaching out to touch the concrete, finding it cool to the touch.

“In the winter, the walls are warm,” Heath said without turning, as though he’d somehow sensed Adrien’s curiosity. “There is an oven for this part of the house, and the heat from it follows paths through the concrete, warming them from the inside out.”

“They’re cold now.”

“In the summer, the same paths are connected to a chilly underground stream. It keeps the rooms cool.”

“Impressive.”

“Thank you.”

Then nothing more was said as Heath led them deeper. Eventually, Heath stopped in front of a door and gestured down the tunnel. “That leads to the common rooms and the garden.” He opened the door and motioned for Adrien to step inside. “This will be your bedroom, and you can leave your things here.”

The bedroom was made entirely of glass walls. The brown and green of the woods from the park seemed to encroach, and yet the skylights brought sunlight in from above. It felt like being outside and inside all at once. Adrien stared around in amazement.

“I hope you like it,” Heath said quietly, his voice still doing something to Adrien’s insides that he didn’t understand. “Make yourself comfortable.”

Just outside one of the massive glass walls was a bubbling brook, and next to the brook were swaying trees and a view that funneled deep into the forest of the park.

“This is…”

“Private,” Heath said. “There is a kitchen and living room down the hall.

You’ll see one servant and me. Otherwise, you’ll be safe and alone here to grow the baby.”

“Alone?” Adrien frowned. “I’m a prisoner?”

Heath tilted his head, concern flashing over his face. “Even after you were confirmed pregnant, did no one explain to you how it will be, Adrien?

How you will be?”

“I…” Adrien trailed off.

“You felt it would be impolite to ask?” Heath’s voice held a note of

teasing, but exasperation too.

“No. Yes. I…don’t know a lot about pregnancy. The conservative religious school my father sent me to when he was still alive preached that heat and pregnancy was for the alpha to understand and the omega to experience. I never rectified that gap when I was in university for reasons I already explained to you.”

Heath snorted softly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know there were things I should know.” Adrien closed his eyes. He sounded like an idiot. How could he have just assumed that once he was with Heath everything would make sense again? He must seem so foolish.

“No one told you anything at all? Not the university matcher?”

“He probably assumed I already knew. My friend Lance said that I would be…” He cleared his throat. “Horny.”

Heath’s smirk returned. “It’s not like heat. But you’ll desperately want me to take you.”

Adrien’s cock twitched and his asshole spasmed. Truth be told, he wanted Heath to take him now. Take him and make him forget everything about the pregnancy, about this ‘castle,’ and every single question and fear that now grew steadily inside him.

“You’re close to begging already,” Heath said, nodding. “I sense how you want me.”

Adrien raised his gaze to Heath’s face. “No one told me how it would be,” he confessed. “But I trust you to do what’s best for me.” He didn’t know why, couldn’t explain it, but the words tumbled out of him honest and strange.

Heath went very still, and Adrien almost thought he’d said something wrong. Then he ordered, “Then take off your clothes. You’ll be naked for the rest of your stay.”

Adrien blinked. “But—”

“Do as I say.” Heath’s eyes shone with authority. “Now.”

“My glasses, too?”

“You can keep the glasses on while you’re here. Or leave them off.

Whatever makes you most comfortable.”

Adrien’s hands shook, but he didn’t know if it was with fear or lust. He tugged off his T-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, toed off his tennis shoes and

socks, and got naked quickly. He hesitated, considering his glasses. Without them he wouldn’t see as clearly, but he set them aside for now anyway. When he straightened, his cock bobbed up against his stomach.

An urge to cover his abdomen with his hands, to protect the baby inside, passed over him, but he didn’t. Instead, he stood with shaking limbs as Heath gazed at him and then motioned for him to turn around. “Slowly,” Heath said.

“Let me see you.”

Adrien spun, taking in the blurry bed with white sheets, the entertainment unit with a TV, laptop, and what looked like gaming consoles, and the shelves and shelves of books against the wall. There was another smaller door that seemed to lead to a bathroom. His heart was pounding when he faced Heath again.

“Have you been eating? You look thinner.”

“I’ve been sick, sir. Vomiting. Because of the baby.”

Heath’s hard expression softened, and he stepped closer. The rustle of his suit, and the stark contrast between Adrien’s nakedness and Heath’s layers of clothing, appealed in a sensual way, and he wanted more than anything for Heath to take him into his arms, so he could rub his body all over his alpha’s expensive suit.

“You’ll feel better now that you’re with me,” Heath said firmly.

Adrien didn’t know if that was a fact, something to do with alpha pheromones and their effect on omegas, or simply an unreasonable alpha command from Heath, so he only nodded. Adrien’s hips arched forward as Heath drew near enough to smell—vetiver and whiskey—so warm, earthy, and right. His cock flexed hard and dribbled pre-cum onto the hardwood floor between them. Heath gazed at where it puddled on the ground.

“Get on your knees,” Heath said, his voice gravelly and rough.

Adrien didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth was already watering with the desire to pleasure Heath, to taste his cock and swallow his cum. He shivered as Heath ran his fingers into Adrien’s hair and gazed down at him.

The hardwood floor dug into Adrien’s knees, but he didn’t care. His cock didn’t care either, tensing again, and leaving more goo on the floor.

He felt his asshole leak slick. Not gush, like when he was in heat, but a dribble that left no room for pretending he didn’t want Heath to slide his fat, wide alpha cock up there and make him come on his dick.

“You’re beautiful,” Heath said calmly. “So trusting. So delicious. And

mine.”

“Yours,” Adrien repeated, and then his hand did come to his stomach, touching where he knew the baby was growing every day. “We’re yours.”

Heath growled and wrenched open his pants. The evidence of his arousal pleased Adrien in a soul-deep way, and he opened his mouth greedily, leaning forward to suck the crown of Heath’s cock, swallowing the slippery tang of his pre-cum.

“Yes,” Heath whispered. “Suck it.”

Adrien closed his eyes. He sucked and bobbed, he tongued and worked, wrapping his hand around the base of Heath’s dick and jerking him until he got a nice squirt of pre-cum in his mouth. Then he moaned, pulled off, and rolled the flavor around greedily.

“Oh, sweet one,” Heath grunted. “You love it.”

Adrien nodded. He did; he loved the taste of Heath. It satisfied him like no food had since he’d left Heath’s heat cabin. He opened his mouth for more, sucking Heath down hungrily, opening his throat and gagging on his wide, hard cock.

“Get ready,” Heath moaned, thrusting into Adrien’s throat, slapping his balls against Adrien’s chin. “Swallow it. Every drop.”

Adrien grunted and nodded, hanging onto Heath’s hips. Adrien’s senses were filled with the musky aroma of his skin and arousal. Heath plunged deep, gripping Adrien’s hair and choking him with his cock. Adrien gagged and struggled, but when the first burst of semen shot into his gullet, he relaxed and gave in, trying to swallow it down, wanting every single bit of Heath’s pleasure deep in his stomach.

As the shouting ended and Heath ripped his cock out of Adrien’s throat, he gasped for air, sucking in oxygen madly. He groaned as Heath very gently wiped the saliva from his chin.

“That was good,” Heath said calmly. “That will settle your stomach, too.”

Adrien blinked up at him, dazed and harder than he could remember being since the heat. He wanted to jerk off, but something about Heath’s gaze on him kept him still for the time being.

“You’re not a prisoner,” Heath said steadily, holding Adrien’s chin and staring into his eyes. His cock was still hard, and it bobbed, wet and slick, in front of Adrien’s face. He reached out his tongue and licked the head of it.

Heath hissed and released Adrien’s chin to put his cock away and fasten his

suit pants again. When he looked impeccable once more, he turned his gaze back to Adrien at his feet. He stroked Adrien’s cheek and said, again,

“You’re not a prisoner. But there’s a reason you don’t see pregnant omegas on the street.”

Adrien blinked up at him. It was true. He’d never seen a pregnant omega in his life outside of the few educational films and pictures in books that had been part of his meager omega sex ed class. How strange that had never struck him before now.