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“You are beautiful,” I said, licking that stripe again as I tugged his boxers down and opened my mouth to capture his cock as it sprung up, the pink tip welling with precum. Salty. Sweet. Mine. I hummed and swirled my tongue, sliding my fingers down his shaft to pump the length with ease.

His breathy whimper stifled as he stuffed the corner of our blanket against his mouth, legs spreading as I did away with his underwear.

I swallowed his cock with a dip of my head, my nose nestling in his short-shorn thatch of hair. His scent—clean but present—made my heart thump in my chest as his cock flexed over my tongue. His whimper stifled, and he pulled the blanket away with a trembling word, “More.”

Did he want cock? Did he want me to move? If he didn’t specify, so more would come on my terms. So, I bobbed my head with gentle rolls of my head and brought my stray hand down a thigh to press it up. When I snarled with delight and drew my fingers to his ass, touching his puckered entrance, the scent of slick made my inner alpha growl. It was everything I could do not to pull my mouth off him and fuck him into the mattress without a care in the world for anything but my own pleasure and how much noise I could make him produce. So everyone knew he was being fucked, that his alpha adored him, that he needed—I shook my head as I banished the obsessive thoughts.

Lex’s muffled noises drew me forward as I slurped off of his cock and folded his legs up as much as I comfortably could, nuzzling down his shaft to tease his sac with my tongue until I could assault his hole with a swipe of my tongue.

I worked my tongue in flicks over his hole, swirling over his sac, back down again until I could spare a hand to jerk his cock, slick and spit combining over my fist to draw out one lewd noise after another.

Before I realized it, I was grinding my hips against the mattress, rutting into it on maddened instinct alone as Lex cried for release.

With one stray lap of my tongue and stroke of my fist, Lex grunted and jerked, erupting in streaks over my fist and onto his belly as a familiar sensation tore through me. I swore with a thick groan as pure fire and pleasure shot up my spine, the familiar but still novel sensation of my knot filling as my cock did its best to breed the inside of my briefs. “Ngh, fuck!”

“Okay. I… okay,” Lex said as his chest heaved. “I want to—let’s get you off. I—” Lex quieted as I slid off the bed and stood. A soft huff punctuated the silence. “Did you get off?”

“I sure as fuck did. I love eating your ass.” I wiped at my face with my clean hand, admiring the mess. “I love doing anything with you.”

Lex flopped back, his breath the only thing besides the hum of the air conditioner. “Love you, too, Zeke.”

I stepped out of the bedroom, opening a closet before I found the right door to our ensuite to go clean up. And when I came out, Lex was staring at his phone again, his expression grim in the stripe of light from our bathroom. “Syl still not responding?”

“No, and Gio has no idea. I called his mom, and she seems oblivious about it—like weirdly so.” Lex shook his head, and I brought him a damp cloth and a shirt.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” I stepped into a new pair of underwear and slid into bed. “If his mom isn’t worried.”

“But I just… What if I said something…” Lex huffed, and I gave him a tender kiss. “If he’s not responded in a week, I’ll send someone to look, okay?”

He nodded once. “Okay.”

The new house didn’t feel like home, yet.

As I picked up Lex’s strewn clothes, I remembered my pants and rummaged around to pull something from the pocket.

I didn’t have time to go by anywhere special while I was out, but I did dip into a dollar store and nab one little thing that felt so very real. So, when I slid into bed next to Lex and searched for his hand, I pressed the little bit of plastic and rubber into his curled fingers. “I bought the first baby thing. I think.”

Lex turned his attention away from his phone and held the little thing up to the screen’s light. A pacifier.

Lex turned it in his fingers and rolled over to bury his face in my chest as he hugged the cheap trinket. “Thank you. You’re going to be a good father.”

I stroked over Lex’s head. “I sure hope so.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Lex

I sat at the circulation desk, thumbing through my phone as I went over the shopping list for the baby.

A creak of the door rang out, silencing all the books in a wave—the quiet deafening as timid footsteps plodded in.

“New blood,” A book whispered.

“This one’s kinda hot.” The voices continued as I glanced up to spy the newcomer and froze, mind drawing a blank.

“Syl?” I almost stood, panicking as grabbed for my jacket draped over the back of the chair and forced myself to stay seated.

He’d lost weight; his clothes half hanging off him as he glanced around with wide eyes and caught sight of me. “Lex!”