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My heart pounded in my chest, the anxiety building with each silent second.

“Something happened… with Theo. And…” I took another sip, stalling, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about it.”

“Well, you could start with how you actually feel about it.”

I rolled my eyes, but then licked my finger and awarded him an imaginary point on our imaginary scoreboard.

“Tell me what happened first.”

I felt… shy. Ren regularly had my dick in his mouth, but this felt too intimate? What the actual fuck? I was a goddamn pack lead, not a blushing teenager. Still, some weird shame or something crawled up my spine, making my shoulders tight with tension.

“Theo was giving me a blow job,” I started, my voice lower than I intended.

“Oh, this is going to be good. Where were you?” He kicked his feet.

“In my bedroom.”

“Was he on his knees?”

I smirked, but reined it in. “Not the point.”

“Yes, but I need the visual. So, our delicious little omega, on his knees for you, sucking your dick.”

“He, uh, wanted my hands in his hair. On his head…” The memory sent heat through my body, at odds with the cold dread in my stomach.

Ren gasped, delight in his eyes. “It wasn’t a blow job. He wanted you to fuck his mouth.”

“Yeah.” I felt the echo of the thrill of it. How he offered up that control and went all pliant and soft in my hands. “But then, I pushed a little too deep and he…”

“Choked on your cock.”

I looked up at Ren, leaned into the kitchen island. That was a statement, not a question. I braced for some recrimination, a dose of “how dare you do that to my omega,” but there was none there. His face remained neutral, almost maddeningly so.

“I pulled back immediately, of course. That’s not… comfortable.” My fingers tapped anxiously against the water bottle.

“But?”

“I did it again, but held him there for longer. I might have even, I don’t know, made him take more.” I held my breath.

“What was Theo doing?”

“He had one hand digging into my thigh.” The memory was vivid, his fingers pressing into me. He might have left marks if I had been naked. But the vibe of that moment… He wasn’t struggling because it was too much, it had felt like he wanted more.

“One hand? What was his other hand doing?”

I had to think about that. “He was jerking off.”

“Did he say stop or pull away?”

“No.”

“And?”

And? How does he not see the problem here? I put it in the most simple terms, frustration making my voice sharp. “I hurt him, and I liked it.”

And Ren just sat there. He tipped the water bottle back and took a long sip. Why the fuck wasn’t he launching himself at me for treating our omega like that? The silence stretched between us, making me want to crawl out of my skin.

“Theo did too.”