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JAMIE

I was in trouble.

I’d just had unprotected heat sex with my boss.

We fucked like animals. And my slutty womb opened for him during the first wave.

I hadn’t even known that could happen. Didn’t many couples struggle to breed even in the middle of a heat?

There were specialized sex toys to open omegas up when they had shy wombs.

During my heat with Liam, it took us days to get there, and we managed it only once.

Morton Hartley knocked me up in a matter of minutes.

After the knot went down, he pulled out of me, and I shuddered with a powerful aftershock as my womb clamped shut, closing his cum in my core.

I should be freaking out, but the feeling was incredible.

Traces of all my orgasms stayed there, wrapped around that spot, and the primitive parts of my brain insisted I was the happiest ever.

“I’ll be right back.” He brushed a kiss onto my shoulder before he stood.

I waited for him to say something else, but he remained silent. He brought me a glass of water and cleaned me up with a wet towel. Then he got into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my forehead.

He was so tender and caring; it was doing my head in. The warm embrace, together with the sated feeling in my middle, could lull me to sleep within seconds.

No, no sleeping. We needed to talk.

Except I didn’t want to hear it.

“Are you on contraceptives?”

“We need to get you the emergency pills.”

“How come you didn’t know you were about to go into heat?”

And the worst: “Did you plan this? Did you trap me into it?”

I was waiting for him to start the conversation, dreading it, but Mr. Hartley was suspiciously quiet.

Another kiss just below my hairline. “Get some rest, Jamie.”

Um. What?

Wasn’t he going to ask those questions? They were glaringly obvious.

He stroked my back and nuzzled along my forehead. Then he ran his hand along my side and palmed my belly where his cum remained closed in my womb. He stroked tenderly, and my treacherous, horny body soaked it up.

I tilted my face to look at him. He seemed tense and tired. Still, no questions.

“Mr. Hartley, I…”

He kissed me. “Shh. It’s okay, Jamie. I’ll take care of you. I’ve got you.”

“You’re not angry at me?”

He frowned. “Why?”

“I don’t have an IUD, and I’m not taking any pills.” Better to drop the bomb early.

His mouth tightened, but he didn’t say anything.

I dreaded his reaction when it would sink in, so I started rambling.

“I have this hormonal imbalance thing that causes spontaneous lactation, but it also makes my heats irregular and my womb receptive. Your cum in me is a sure shot. I’m getting impregnated as we speak.

But I didn’t know it would be so fast, I swear.

I just found out about it all. The doctor only told me on Friday.

And he said that there were no signs of an upcoming heat.

I had no idea that it could come so fast, let alone that I could be bred during the first wave already.

I’m really sorry. I didn’t know this could happen, I swear…

” I bit my tongue, trying to gauge his expression.

He didn’t look angry or annoyed. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he seemed pleased. Huh . That couldn’t be right.

“No contraceptives?” he asked quietly.

I shook my head.

“Once an alpha releases into the channel to the omega’s womb, it takes only minutes for the sperm to reach the egg,” he said. “By the time the knot goes down, the egg is fertilized.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“You said you were getting impregnated as we spoke. Technically, you’re pregnant already.”

I blinked. He was unbelievable. “Do you seriously think it’s helpful to explain the birds and the bees to me right now?”

He looked down and sighed. Then he hugged me tighter and met my gaze with determination.

“When I realized what was happening, I only wanted… more.” He smiled sheepishly. “It felt like you belonged to me.”

He didn’t make sense. “Just because you knock me up doesn’t mean you own me.”

“Oh, I know. I wasn’t exactly rational when I was inside you.”

“No kidding,” I muttered.

I shouldn’t be angry at him. It wasn’t his fault. I threw myself at him and kept begging him to do me harder. It took two of us to get here.

Pulling in a deep breath, he palmed my belly again.

“Jamie, I’ll support you in whatever you want.

I’d like to take care of you during your heat…

if you let me. But if you want to get off at the nearest stop and find a clinic, we’ll do that.

I won’t say a word of protest.” His mouth said one thing, but the hand on my stomach told a different story.

At the mention of the clinic, he pressed with his palm, his fingers spreading possessively.

Did he like that he’d knocked me up?

With my thoughts and emotions all over the place, I studied him.

Morton Hartley . I knew his face better than my own, with the rich catalog of his expressions forever imprinted on my mind.

But he’d never looked at me this way before.

His eyes crinkled at the corners, worry and tenderness written in the shallow wrinkles.

He looked a little eager still, as if what we’d done hadn’t been enough.

I allowed myself to remember the searing pleasure that exploded from my middle when he bred me. It had been unhinged, hellfire and heavenly bliss, and I wanted to feel it again. And again. And again…

His hand on my belly rubbed, warm and firm, over the place where his seed was already taking root.

Profound contentment stemmed from the spot, grounding and soothing me, and the frantic voices in my head sounded quieter and further away.

Pleasure still lingered in my system, in my muscles and bones, and I felt mellow all over.

Pregnant. He’d put a child in me. He’d knocked me up. C’mon, Jamie. Do something. Protest. Yell at him. Demand he take you to a clinic. You can take a pill or two, and problem solved…

It felt so nice. So very, very nice. The fullness in my womb and the fullness in my pecs made perfect sense together. The omega in me wanted to stretch and purr like the cat who got the cream.

Did I like that Mr. Hartley knocked me up?

When I didn’t say anything, he kissed me.

I must have been in shock or still muddled from all those orgasms he’d fucked out of me because I kissed him back.

He tugged me to his chest, and my pecs pressed against him. I let out an involuntary grunt, and he pulled back, looking down.

“They’re still full,” I managed in a weak voice.

He gently pushed me onto my back. “Can I take care of them for you?”

Dazed, I nodded.

He lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. With slow, firm pulls, he got the milk flowing while he traced circles with his fingertips around my other nipple.

It was bliss.

He emptied both sides tenderly and with earnestness… like making love. I thought of his cum in me and how wonderful it felt.

Pregnant already .

And he wanted me. Wanted this.

Did I?