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MORTON

I hadn’t been stupid enough to employ someone I’d found intensely attractive as my personal assistant.

Jamie had shown in the interview process that he was clever, quick, qualified, and likable.

He didn’t fulfill the conventional beauty standards today’s omegas aspired to.

He was too pale, his features a tad irregular, his limbs too thin… I’d thought I’d feel safe around him.

It had taken only a few weeks. I’d gotten to know him and had begun dreaming about how his eyelids drooped when he was tired.

Today, I found his pale complexion a flawless canvas for the lovely blush on his cheeks and the freckles on his nose.

His uneven lips were sexy as hell when he smirked knowingly, teasing me.

His slight body would fit perfectly into my lap, his elegant hands on my neck… and his growing stomach under my palm.

I’d gotten my Jamie pregnant. The knowledge was way more exhilarating and arousing than it should have been.

My dick remained half hard, my body buzzing with lust. I’d knocked this boy up, filled his womb to the brim, and now he’d be mine.

Jamie slept soundly, the little spoon in my lap, as I held my hand over his abdomen. I’d only taken my hand away when I used an app to order breakfast delivery to the front coupé. Then I put my phone on the nightstand and petted him again. When he stirred, I kissed his hair.

“Good morning, Jamie.”

“Mr. Hartley?” He sounded half asleep still.

“Mm-hmm.”

Would he freak out on me now?

But he rolled in my arms and snuggled into my chest without a word. I hugged him to me.

“How do you feel?”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my breastbone. Thank you, Universe! “I’m hungry.”

“I ordered us breakfast. It’s in the front coupé.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, nuzzling the base of my throat.

I held his nape with one hand and tilted his chin up with the other. He blinked at me blearily.

“Jamie, I…” I love you. Please, keep our baby. Marry me. Stay with me for the rest of my life.

My sweetheart smiled. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Let’s eat.”

After he’d taken a quick shower, he joined me in the front, dressed in a white T-shirt and silk pajama pants.

I wondered if he knew how provocative his tits looked under the flimsy cotton.

I wanted to play with them again. But food first. I uncovered the dishes on the cart and poured him a cup of coffee.

“Can I still drink coffee?” he asked, frowning.

My heart skipped a beat when he so casually alluded to his sudden pregnancy. Did that mean he wanted to keep the baby?

“Sure. Two small cups a day are fine.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

He accepted the cup and grabbed a croissant. He took a bite, chewed, swallowed, and drank some coffee. Then he offered me a careful smile. “I think we should talk, Mr. Hartley.”

“Jamie, please call me Morton.”

He grinned at that. “Morton. I think we should talk.”

“Do we have to?”

“You’re making me nervous.” He sighed, nibbling at the croissant. He picked up the crumbs from his plate and put them in his mouth. Then he licked his luscious lips. God, how was he even more gorgeous than yesterday? “I don’t know what to expect from you now.”

“That wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry.” I sat down next to him and took his free hand. “What’s worrying you?”

“My heat will likely continue for a couple more days even if I’m already pregnant.”

He could spend his heat with me, visit a pharmacy when we arrived on the West Coast, and take an emergency pill until one week after his heat.

Plus, he still had options that didn’t have to include me at all.

He could stay at an omega health clinic for the remainder of his heat, using toys during waves.

I would hate that, but I had to do what was best for him. My own wishes were secondary.

Deep breath. “Do you want to get off the train at the nearest stop and go to a clinic? I’ll cover the costs, of course. I could even get us a helicopter.”

Jamie looked at our joined hands as I rubbed circles on his skin with my thumb. “Only if it’s something you’d prefer,” he said quietly.

“It’s not. I want nothing more than to keep taking care of you during your heat.”

“Then you’ll breed me again?”

Yes, please! “Is it what you want, Jamie?”

He blew out a breath, then nodded. “It was the best sex of my life.” His glassy eyes met mine, and he smiled sheepishly.

Will you want me when this is over? Will you want the baby?

I couldn’t ask him that. Not yet. It was too soon, and he might still be in shock. I had to reassure him somehow. I wanted him to feel safe and treasured when he was with me. I chose my words carefully as I held his hand in mine.

“Jamie, you have all the power. It’s your body, your choice.

I’m here for you. I’m fiercely attracted to you, and I want you so much it hurts.

I’ve wanted you for a long time, and being allowed to touch you and make love to you is the greatest gift to me.

I’ll do my best to make your heat as pleasurable as I possibly can.

” I paused, trying to read his expression, but it was blank.

“Ultimately, everything is up to you. You can change your mind whenever you want, regardless of what I might feel.”

He studied my face for a few long seconds. Then he took his hand away, only to put it on my face. He combed his fingers through my stubble and leaned in for a kiss.

I was a goner.

I’d loved this boy before, but now… the emotion flattened me. I was helpless, held together by his hands on my skin and his lips against mine.

He broke the kiss. “I think another heat wave will come soon. My lower back feels off. We should finish eating.”

“Okay,” I rasped.

We ate in silence. Jamie fidgeted, seemingly getting uncomfortable with the approaching wave. Wincing, he rubbed his forearm over his chest.

He noticed me staring and blushed. Lord, he was gorgeous when he blushed. “It’s the milk. My pecs got full overnight.”

Yeah, I’d noticed. “Do you need me to… do something about that?”

His blush deepened, his ears turning red. “I have a device for that.”

My eyebrows flew up. “A device?”

“For milking myself.”

I stared at him with my mouth open. My dick stirred in my pants, and my throat got dry.

Upon seeing my reaction, Jamie grinned. “Is that maybe something you’d like to see?”

I could only nod while outrageous, explicit images flickered through my head.

Naked, Jamie sat against the headboard of his bed, his back supported by pillows.

His pecs looked swollen, his nipples puffy.

He turned the machine on and attached one silicone cup to his nipple.

He held it for a while until it sucked the nipple in.

His eyelids fluttered as the sensation must have registered in his brain.

Then he attached the other cup. He held both silicone molds to his pecs and sighed.

After a few pumps, white liquid ran through the tubes. When Jamie let go of the cups, they remained in place, his nipples growing and shrinking inside them. It looked strange but oh so hot. His nipples seemed distinctly larger, and his pecs drawn out.

Jamie’s expression slowly turned sexual, with his eyelids drooping and lips parted.

A flush of arousal spread across his face and chest. The machine pulled rhythmically, and while the setup was clinical, Jamie looked so raw and animalistic, trapped in it.

His fingers skimmed his belly, and his cock jolted on his abdomen.

“This is just the low intensity,” he murmured, his eyes closing.

I was fascinated. “What happens when you turn the intensity up?”

“I get uncontrollably horny. Sometimes, it makes me come.”

Oh God. Was this what he’d been doing when I’d heard him the other night?

“Jamie, you’re dangerous.”

He peered at me, his eyes mere slits. “Do you want me to show you?”

Did he have to ask? “Yes!”

He reached for the device and turned the knob. Then he threw his head back on a moan. White milk streamed through the transparent tubes, and his nipples moved faster in the cups. A soft whooshing sound accompanied the sucking.

Jamie spread his legs, his hard cock curving over his abdomen. He stroked his stomach, then cupped his cock and balls and lifted his hips. His hole twitched, and a trickle of slick escaped, staining the towel he’d placed underneath his body.

“You’re gorgeous. This is so erotic.”

“It… feels… amazing.” He moaned between the words and jerked his hips up, fucking the air. “I like you looking at me. It makes me feel hot.”

“You are. The hottest thing ever. Can you touch yourself for me?”

“I need it. I’m so horny.”

He brushed his fingers over his wet hole and stroked his cock. Then he pressed two fingers inside himself and pumped his hand. Suddenly, he gasped, pushing his chest up.

“It’s a heat wave. Oh fuck. Fuck!” The milk seemed to come faster; the tubes filled with white.

“What do you need, Jamie? Tell me.”

“Fuck me like this. Hard.”

I was already scrambling into position before he finished speaking.

“Breed me while I’m getting milked like cattle.”

Fuck!

I drove into his slick hole with a raw groan. Jamie cried out and came instantly. He held the cups to his pecs as I began pounding his clenching hole.

I couldn’t tell when he was coming. He quivered under me, his inner muscles squeezing my cock like a pair of hands.

Head thrown back, throat exposed, he gasped and wailed.

I grabbed his hard cock and milked it in sync with the machine sucking his nipples.

It made him nearly delirious with ecstasy, broken curses falling from his mouth between cries of pleasure.

My knot tingled, my release approaching, but I held back. Jamie kept peaking in waves, and I wanted to give him more. As much as he could take. Milked and fucked hard, he looked on the brink of complete euphoria.

The machine abruptly turned itself off. It must have done that because the attached bottle was filled to the brim. The cups fell away, and Jamie grabbed his softened pecs, squeezing them hard.

Jamie’s huge, used nipples jutted out between his fingers, milk streaming from them, over his hands and down his torso.

The sight was better than the most shocking erotic fantasy my mind had ever conjured.

At that moment, his womb opened for me, and I sank into his core. His body sucked the cum out of me.

Jamie screamed and kneaded his pecs, and the milk sprayed out.

The image burned itself into my brain just before I lost my sight from the overload of pleasure.

When I reopened my eyes after my stormy climax, my omega was sprawled on the bed, panting, his hands on his stomach. Drops of milk and cum adorned his torso like pearls. He was knotted, and my cockhead was still nestled in the channel to his womb.

I gathered him into my arms and rolled us while he shuddered with aftershocks. He rested on top of me, humming contentedly as I stroked his back.

“This is incredible. Thank you,” he whispered when his breathing had calmed down.

Was he thanking me ? “Sweetheart, nothing I’ve ever experienced compares to this. I’m the grateful one.”

He shifted and moaned softly when the movement stirred our connection.

My alpha instincts must have messed with my head because the next thing to come out of my mouth was, “Jamie, darling, the baby we’ve made…”

“Mm?”

“I’d like us to keep him.”

I should have waited, dammit. I shouldn’t have pushed while he had my swollen dick up his womb. But Jamie didn’t even hesitate.

“Okay,” he replied sleepily and kissed my chest.

That was it? So easy? “I mean it.”

“Good.”

He fell asleep a few heartbeats later.