Chapter 11 A Second Heat?
A SECOND HEAT?
Crush blinked. He had to have heard wrongly. “You said your heat will be here next week.”
Killian squirmed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”
Crush didn’t hear a lie in his heartbeat.
Which meant... what happened earlier, that had been Killian’s heat?
Was that why Killian had been whining and crying for Crush’s cock, trying to sink his ass down every single inch?
Why Crush had been compelled to come inside him a second time?
Because he had never done that with anyone else.
Crush shoved aside all of those memories. The last thing he needed was to get hard again.
“So, just to confirm,” he said slowly. “That was your heat earlier.”
“Yes...” Killian hunched his shoulders. “I didn’t realize what it was until after.”
“And I didn’t use any protection with you.”
Killian’s shoulders went higher.
Now that Crush’s knot had receded, he carried Killian to the linen closet and carefully pulled out.
When he had set Killian on his feet, he grabbed a clean washcloth, gently tucking it between Killian’s cheeks to catch the fluids dripping out of his hole.
He was going to be dripping for a while; Crush’s loads were big.
“I’m not on any birth control,” Killian mumbled. “I just had Naddie not too long ago! I wasn’t expecting to fuck an alpha again this soon. And I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was hot all over. When you touched me. I was... I was so desperate to have you inside me.”
A low rumble started in Crush’s chest. “How many tries did it take for you to conceive Naddie?”
Killian’s cheeks flamed bright red; he couldn’t look Crush in the eye. “Just one.”
Fertile. Crush’s instincts were loud and eager under his skin. “Does this mean you’ve just conceived a litter of my pups?”
Killian groaned. “Probably just one pup. We don’t conceive multiples with another species unless it’s one of those mythical matches. Those are rare.”
Crush’s instincts perked up. But it was too soon to be inquiring about a mythical match.
He retrieved his bathrobe and wrapped it around Killian—it was so big on the omega that it fell to his ankles.
Crush wiped himself down and stepped into a fresh pair of gray sweatpants.
“We should discuss what we’re going to do about this pup. ”
Unable to help himself, he slipped his hand into the bathrobe, tracing his knuckles over Killian’s belly. Knowing that Killian might have already conceived; knowing there might be a pup growing in there...
Mine.
Crush wanted to bend Killian over the nearest surface, and fill him again.
To stop himself from giving in to his instincts, Crush swept Killian off his feet in a bridal carry. He brought Killian to the kitchen and seated him at the breakfast nook. “I’ll make you lunch.”
But damn if Killian didn’t look good in Crush’s oversized bathrobe, his cheeks pink, his hair a mess.
As Crush collected ingredients from the fridge, he glanced over his shoulder.
“I’ll say this first. You should take the time to think about this pregnancy.
It’s your body; I won’t force you to keep the child.
But. If you do keep it, I’ll be responsible for all the childcare and medical expenses.
Food, shelter, whatever you can think of. ”
Killian cracked a smile, his gaze warm. “I’m keeping the baby.”
Crush’s heart leaped. “Yeah? You like babies?”
Killian watched as Naddie crawled after a crumpled paper ball and tried to fit it into her mouth. “Enough to get one of my own without an alpha.”
Worry snaked into Crush’s chest. What if Killian decided to have this second baby on his own, without Crush’s help? Why would he trust an alpha again when he had been kidnapped by alphas—not once, but twice?
Suddenly nervous, Crush said, “I would like to build you a nest. It’ll be somewhere comfy you can snuggle in whenever you want.”
Killian perked up. “Really?”
“Yes. You can even decide which room you want it in.”
Killian chewed his lip. “Anywhere, I guess.”
“Even in my bedroom?”
The omega turned a bright red. “M-maybe?”
Oh, he was perfect.
Crush sliced up some bell peppers and popped them in the oven to roast, so they would get sweeter—omegas liked sweet things.
He buttered some bread with the fancy salted butter that Killian had been eyeing at the store.
He fried up a few eggs and sliced more veggies, before assembling the sandwiches: bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, and some salad dressing.
“Eggs okay?” Crush asked.
Killian nodded. “Cheese too.”
When the bell peppers were done roasting, Crush added them to the sandwiches. Two fried eggs went on each sandwich pile—plus a heap of sliced roast beef for his own. He topped them off with grated hard cheese, and capped them with toasted buttered bread.
Right before serving, Crush sliced each sandwich diagonally, and brought them to the serving nook with cans of soda.
“That looks good,” Killian moaned.
His moan did things to Crush’s alpha parts that were decidedly not lunch-friendly.
Crush growled. “Mine or yours?”
“Mine!” Killian made grabby hands, so eager that Crush’s instincts rumbled again. He was providing for his omega.
Killian raised the sandwich to his mouth and paused.
“What’s wrong?” Crush asked.
“You made it really big,” Killian blurted. “It won’t fit.”
There was a pregnant silence.
Their eyes met, and Killian cringed hard. “Fuck. I mean, uh. You made the sandwich... really thick. No! That sounds wrong too. My mouth can’t open that wide. See?”
He opened his mouth and held still, watching Crush expectantly.
What else could Crush do, but admire those stretched pink lips, that soft pink tongue? Crush reached across the table and cupped Killian’s smooth jaw, tipping his head up to examine his adorable bunny teeth. And beyond that, the inviting hollow of his mouth, so reminiscent of his wet pink hole.
It would look perfect splashed with white.
“It’s been a while since anyone opened their mouth for me,” Crush murmured.
Killian’s eyebrows shot up. “You make huge sandwiches for other people, too? I mean, that makes sense. Your sandwiches are probably big all the time. But if people keep showing you how small their mouths are, surely you’d remember to make their sandwiches smaller?”
Gods, this omega.
Crush coughed. “Uh. No. That’s not what I meant.”
Killian frowned—also adorable. “Why else would they open their mouths for you?”
“Kil, you’re a rabbit,” Crush said exasperatedly. And fondly. “Do you only put big carrots in your mouth?”
“Big carr—” Killian’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. “Oh gods! You were talking about bl—”
“You are the first person to show me his mouth because you can’t fit a sandwich inside,” Crush said dryly.
Killian turned bright red. “I wasn’t... inviting you to put your cock inside!”
“I know.” Good thing Crush wasn’t wearing any underwear; he would’ve had to adjust himself. “Now, do you need help getting that sandwich inside?”
Killian’s eyes grew round. “H-how?”
Crush leaned across the table. Then, because the angle wasn’t quite right, he stood a little, the tent in his pants catching against the table’s edge. Good—the table helped to hold it down.
Crush covered Killian’s hands with his own, squashing the sandwich slightly. “Open your mouth.”
Killian obeyed. Just as Crush fitted the tip of his sandwich inside, Killian’s gaze fell to Crush’s hips. His eyes grew wide. And he moaned. “Didn’t you just...?”
“You make me want you,” Crush murmured.
His gaze still heavy on Crush’s bulge, Killian leaned forward, taking the sandwich into his mouth. His lips closed around Crush’s fingers, soft and wet.
Precum shot down Crush’s leg. “Sweetheart.”
Killian sucked around the sandwich, completely mesmerized by Crush’s cock. Then he yelped and jerked back. “That’s not—not your carrot.”
Crush snorted. “No, it’s not. I was helping you fit your sandwich into your mouth. Remember?”
Killian glanced up at him. And down at the sandwich. Then he groaned, shoulders sagging. “Now I do. Gods, I keep embarrassing myself.”
“Want to eat your sandwich?”
His face red, Killian nodded and carefully wrapped his lips around the toasted bread.
He was still staring at Crush’s hips.
Crush shook the sandwich lightly, waiting until Killian’s attention returned to it. Killian began to chew. Satisfied, Crush sat back down and picked up his own sandwich.
Scarcely had Killian swallowed his bite when he dropped his sandwich on his plate, ducking under the table.
“Kil...?”
“Hansel?” Killian whispered. “Could you watch Naddie for a bit?”
“Sure,” came Hansel’s disembodied voice.
The next thing Crush knew, something nudged against his shin.
Killian squeezed himself between Crush’s legs, pushing his small face out from under the table.
He was inches away from Crush’s cock.
“Sweetheart.” Crush’s throat went bone-dry. “If you don’t want my—”
“I’m a rabbit,” Killian blurted, his nose twitching. He looked up from the hard line in Crush’s sweatpants. “I, uh. There’s another way I... get my protein.”
“Fuck.”
“Please?” How did anyone resist those doe eyes?
Crush grew so hard, he ached. He spread his legs to better accommodate the omega between them. “Take what you need, bunny rabbit.”
Killian’s moan went straight to Crush’s cock. Crush could only pant as the omega leaned in, his nose a hairsbreadth from his sensitive length.
Then Killian face-planted. Right onto Crush’s hard-on.
Crush laughed. “Sweetheart—”
Except Killian began rubbing his face all over Crush’s bulge. Through the fabric, Crush felt the muffled softness of his cheeks and lips, the point of his nose. But this was a clean pair of sweatpants; Crush’s scent hadn’t fully penetrated it yet.
“If you want to smell like my cock, you should rub your face directly on it,” Crush growled.
“Yes. Yesyesyes.” Killian wrapped his fingers around the waistband and dragged it down, reaching in eagerly to grasp Crush’s length. Precum shot out again, straight onto Killian’s cheek.