4. Brotherly Advice
brOTHERLY ADVICE
Zenith paced for a long time, torn between following his instincts, and his logical mind.
He had a book to finish.
He had a hoard to amass.
And yet he had stayed up half the night listening to Emre, his fingers wrapped tight around his own cock.
It had been hours of Emre whimpering, slick sounds pulling Zenith’s balls so tight, he’d throbbed every time Emre moaned.
Emre needed so much more than a sex toy. He didn’t have stamina. He had run out of energy trying to work his dildo, flopping onto the floor and panting for a long while, before starting up again.
Zenith had listened, at first out of curiosity, then because he had grown unbearably hard. Then he had jerked off guiltily with Emre’s moans in his ears and drifted back to sleep, only to listen in when Emre continued to jerk off.
The sheer number of times Emre had brought himself off...
He had sounded like an omega in heat. Zenith had come over and over, and he had been so close to going next door and offering his services—only for the sex sounds to vanish.
Turned out, Emre had fallen asleep and left him with an aching hard-on.
I’m not ready for him, Zenith reminded himself. My hoard isn’t big enough.
Emre was an omega wolf, and omega wolves relied on their packs to feel safe. More importantly, they needed an alpha to provide, especially when they had pups to care for.
Emre had neither.
What he did have, were several silvery scars all over his body.
When Zenith had arrived at Emre’s apartment with dinner last night, the sight of Emre’s scars had nearly sent him into a rage.
They weren’t marks from an accident. Rather, Emre’s scars looked like claw wounds, most of them at the same stage of healing.
As though someone had beaten him up and inflicted all those wounds at once.
It had taken all his self-control to force his anger down; he suspected that Emre didn’t do well with furious alphas, even if their rage wasn’t directed at him.
When he had stopped by Emre’s apartment this morning, Emre’s pulse had spiked. It was only after Zenith had identified himself that Emre had calmed down.
Who had hurt that omega? Was his abuser still out there?
How was Zenith going to get more information, without sending Emre into a panic attack?
He mulled over several ideas for a while. Then he listened to Emre’s breathing to make sure he was still asleep, before calling one of his older brothers.
Ace answered in two rings. “Heyyy, Lil Sunshine.”
Zenith growled. “Don’t call me that. It makes me sound like a puppy.”
“Don’t be silly. It makes you sound like a baby reptile.” Ace guffawed, then grew serious. “What’s up? You don’t call unless it’s important.”
“I... I might’ve found someone,” Zenith said hesitantly. “But I don’t feel prepared. My hoard’s not big enough.”
Ace sighed. “Sunshine. Hoards will never feel like they’re enough. There are always more treasures waiting to be collected.”
“But mine’s nowhere as big as yours—”
Ace coughed.
“—when you met your mate.”
“First off, yours is definitely big enough.” Ace snickered. “Second, does your mate need you now, instead of fifty years into the future?”
Zenith blinked. “He’s not my mate! But... yeah. He needs help now.”
He couldn’t imagine not helping Emre for even two days. Emre had a pup who needed to be fed and cared for, and in a week or so, he would have two pups. There was no way Emre could find a job and care for his pups at the same time, without a support network.
Or maybe he could, but he would be running himself ragged.
“Then you have your answer.” Ace paused. “What species is he?”
“Wolf.”
“Ahhh.” Ace sounded like he was grinning. “Make sure you get your cum all over his skin. Rub it in. They like smelling as though they’ve been claimed. Necks are one of their most vulnerable places too. You can do a lot with that.”
Zenith was rock-hard even before Ace ended the call. His hands were shaking as he typed a message to his butler.
Zenith
Hey, Hux. Could you make a copy of the apt key?
Huxton
Aye aye, captain!
Zenith
Maybe the mansion keys, too.
Huxton
Ohh???
Zenith
Put them on a full moon keyring.
Huxton
OMG did you acquire a mate since the last time we spoke?!
Zenith
Not yet, but I’m going to court him.
Huxton
You should read the book I gave you
699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin
by Dicky Mems
Zenith
Isn’t that the book with the terrible pickup lines?
Huxton
You will thank me
Your balls will thank me too
Here, let me send you a few pages to tide you over
[3 images sent]
I recommend this one:
When the moon rises, my pulsing love rod will rise with it, eager to demonstrate the thickness of my love. It will bless you with the throb of my heart as it enters your body, painting the walls of your nectar cave with the timeless hieroglyphs of my baby batter.
Zenith
Um. Let me think about it.
Huxton
Think about it with your mouth. Push it out with your tongue
Like you’re birthing a baby
PUSH! PUSH!!!
Zenith
I’ve heard that omegas will end you if you tell them to push.
Huxton
You’re not telling them hard enough. You need to supplement it with interpretive dance.
Gyrate your hips and hypnotize them with your love stick
I’ve heard that hypnosis helps with labor
Zenith
You think hypnotizing someone with my cock is a good idea??
Huxton
It’s long enough, isn’t it? Swing it back and forth like a pendulum
Wait, I think there might be a pickup line about cock hypnosis too
Let me look for it
Zenith stared at the texts and hurriedly set his phone down.
Two apartments away, he heard the slow shuffle of Emre waking up, Abbie babbling quietly. They sounded so vulnerable that Zenith’s instincts ached to protect all of them—Emre, his pup, and his unborn child.
How soon until he could go over there again?
He opened his laptop and tried futilely to write.