Calder’s balls tightened and he came without warning, unloading shot after shot, entirely in the thrall of his alpha.
Zinn’s head thrashed wildly. He cried out with the unmistakable sound of an omega’s greatest pleasure.
A breeding orgasm.
Calder gasped as Zinn’s release jetted between them. He whooshed his breath onto the omega’s shoulder and rocked into him, flooding his womb. Waves of bliss coursed through him as he planted his seed.
“Alpha… Calder… Yes… Breed me… Yes…”
Calder smiled at Zinn’s delirious words. He hoped they were signs of his true desires. As Calder’s knot swelled and his inner alpha vibrated with satisfaction, he wanted more than anything for Zinn to feel the same way tomorrow.
Zinn’s subconscious mind might have screamedyesto the pleasure of being bred. But conscious, awake Zinn had been clear that he wished for a non-breeding heat.
But Calder couldn’t do anything about that. While it was technically possible he hadn’t impregnated Zinn, breeding orgasms were rarely false alarms.
Also, in his soul, he knew it. He had just fathered another child.
He shifted onto his back as his knot locked them together.
Calder permitted himself honest thoughts. And because Zinn wouldn’t remember, he voiced them aloud, murmuring in the dark.
“I know it’s complicated, sunshine. But I can’t be sorry I gave you a baby.” He hugged the omega to his chest. “I already love our son. Will you let me love his daddy too?”
Chapter Thirty-One
Assa
Assa sat in the reading room of the university library. He and Wes were supposed to meet here to go home together, but his husband was nowhere to be seen.
It was crowded for a Friday evening, likely because mid-semester testing started soon. A group of lively young alphas nearby caught his eye. Assa smiled as they laughed and gestured at one another. It seemed like a million years since he’d been a student, studying for exams and falling in love with Wes.
The brash alphas also made him think of Valentin.
A week had passed since his and Wes’s night at The Cracked Heart, and Assa hadn’t been able to get the man out of his mind.
He daydreamed about Valentin’s lips when he should have been analyzing lab samples, and instead of focusing during meetings, his brain conjured deliciously filthy images of the alpha fucking him.
Deliciously. Filthy.
It was a distraction, but a welcome one. Before Valentin, he had not felt a spark of genuine attraction to someone other than Wes for years.
Wait—no. That wasn’t accurate. He’d been attracted to Calder at the bakery last month, but that didn’t count asrecentsince he’d been intrigued by him eight years ago when they spoke over the phone.
But Calder wasn’t an option for him and Wes. Valentin might be. They had his number. Should they use it, or wait for the alpha to reach out to them?
Assa angled his head to rub his neck. When he straightened, he caught a man staring at him from across the room. The beta, who appeared to be in his late twenties, tried to be discreet, but did a poor job of hiding his interest. When Assa attempted to meet his gaze, he quickly looked at his book. It was upside down.
Assa’s lips flattened. Did he know this man? He didn’t believe so.
A tap on his shoulder startled him.
“Sorry, sorry.” Olin held up his hands. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
Assa chuffed. “No worries.”
“Deep in thought?”
“Aren’t I always?”