The Accidental Dragon Baby (Babies For Broken Dads #1)

3. It Broke?!

3

IT brOKE?!

Ace had to duck back into the bar’s restroom to clean up.

In his rush to check on the mysterious omega, he’d stuffed his condom-wrapped cock into his pants and run out.

But now that he knew the man was okay, he slipped back into the cubicle that still smelled like sex, locking the door behind himself. He unzipped his pants and scooped out his cock and balls.

It wasn’t until he looked closely, that he realized—

There was no reservoir of cum at his tip.

Ace froze. He shoved his hand down his pant leg, certain that the condom had burst while he wasn’t looking.

But no. His pant leg was dry on the inside, with just a smear of wetness. Not soaked like it should’ve been.

He shoved his hand down the other pant leg, only to find the same. Doubt squirmed into his chest. He patted down his thighs just to be sure, but—nope. There was no flood of wetness anywhere.

Fuck! When had the condom ripped? Because there was nothing on the outside of his pants, either.

He looked at the floor of his cubicle, finding a few droplets of pearly white.

With mounting unease, Ace pulled off the condom—with a gaping tear at its tip—and headed to the next cubicle, where the mystery omega had been.

The step stool was askew in there, his clothes a mess on the floor. A few whitish droplets clung to the stool.

Ace’s heart pounded. When he picked up the clothes, he found more smears on the tiled floor. Large smears. And the omega’s clothes were drenched.

He brought them to his nose and sniffed carefully. The horror in his stomach blew wide open.

Yeah, that was the smell of cum. Whether it was his own or the omega’s, he couldn’t say. But there was a lot of it.

Some of it was probably his.

“Fuck!” Ace swallowed his panic. He wiped the cum off the stool with the omega’s clothes, striding to the trash can to throw away the condom. He washed his hands—only to realize that he’d left the omega’s slick on the restroom door handle in his rush to leave earlier.

Gods, this was a mess.

He wiped down all the door handles and door locks with the abandoned clothes, trying to remove their bodily fluids. Then he stalked out of the restroom and pulled out his phone.

Uriel declined his call. Fuck.

He tried a text message.

Ace

Hey, I need to speak with that omega urgently. Was he really in heat?

Uriel didn’t answer immediately, and the worry in Ace’s stomach swelled.

He made his way back to his friends, only to have four pairs of eyes snap onto him.

“Ugh!” Crush said immediately, wrinkling his nose. He was the only one with an acute sense of smell; wolf shifters had that advantage. “I don’t mind if you guys fuck, but seriously? That reeks of—”

“He left,” Ace said. “I need to find him. I fucked up.”

Raptor, his twin, raised an eyebrow. “On a scale of ‘I stole his cookie’ to ‘I killed his entire family,’ how badly did you actually fuck up?”

“The condom broke.”

Everyone swore. Duke glanced at Ace with ten thousand tons of judgment. Of course he would—he single-handedly solved all of Cartfall’s problems. Buildings on fire? Pets stuck in trees? Shareholders to please? Duke fixed it all. “You need to find him immediately.”

“Well, yeah.” Ace sighed. “I called Uriel. He’s not replying. They left together.”

“So you brought me his clothes to track him down.” Crush gave the bundle a look of distaste.

Ace winced. “Yeah. This is kind of important. Sorry. I wouldn’t ask you to sniff past my jizz otherwise.”

“I feel like this needs a commemorative song,” Raptor said. “A jizz-sniffing theme song.”

Ace loved his twin, but— “Don’t you dare.”

“We need a song to replace the Date Night one,” Raptor added mournfully. “Since Date Night panned out for exactly none of us.”

“What Date Night?” Bruiser asked. He was an alpha like the rest of them, tall with strong shoulders. He’d been away on another mission when the rescue happened.

Ace groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“We went on a rescue mission last week,” Crush said. “Ace, Raptor, Duke, me, Mav, and Telos.”

“Obviously, Mav and Telos were the only success story from there,” Raptor muttered. “But everyone saw them coming from a hundred years ago.”

“Quite literally,” Ace coughed into his fist.

“The rest of us called it Date Night because we thought it’d be like going on a blind date with the men we rescued,” Crush said.

Duke rolled his eyes, but he didn’t look happy, either.

Bruiser looked at their faces and shook his head with great sympathy.

Ace had been so keen on getting to know the man he’d flown to the hospital. Ivo had been so small in his arms, with one eye scarred shut and several scars on his visible skin, his green eye haunted by an eye bag. And yet he’d looked so fiercely protective, his baby cradled in his arms.

Ace had wanted to brush his hands through Ivo’s soft-looking red hair.

But Ivo had flinched and refused to meet Ace’s eyes, and Ace didn’t want to scare him by pushing for more.

He had a soft spot for the hurt ones. First Ivo with his scars, and now the shifter—Otter? Weasel?—with all the bald patches in his fur.

Hell, Ace hadn’t even planned on doing anything tonight. Except the omega had begged for Ace’s knot, and his desperation had made Ace want to help him.

Look where that had gotten them.

Crush eyed the bundle of clothes in Ace’s grip. “If you explain the situation to Uriel, I’m sure he’ll pass the message along.”

Ace shot him a look. “This isn’t the sort of message you can pass along like a game of Telephone.”

“At least you know how to reach him,” Duke said. “If the omega doesn’t want to be found, there isn’t much you can do.”

“I have a song,” Raptor crowed. He began to sing, “ Seashells, jizz smells. I knocked up an omega and I want to yell, ‘My heart gets wriggly when you do the jiggly!’ ”

The entire table groaned.

“You’re not going to pick anyone up with that,” Duke said flatly.

“I’m sure there’s a worse pickup line you can use,” Bruiser said. Raptor laughed.

Ace sat down and tucked the clothes under his arm, ignoring Crush’s wrinkled nose and his brother’s warbling.

He would wait for Uriel’s reply. Maybe then he’d have a better idea of what he should do next.