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THE CONTRACT

There was a single line written on the paper, in Duke’s handwriting.

Naaat, sometimes I think you don’t know what a baaad, baaad maaan I could be.

Nat stared. “Is that... Is that supposed to be like a goat saying ‘baa baa’? Oh gods, it is, isn’t it?”

He read the line far too many times. Then he imagined Duke saying it in his voice.

He giggled. And he imagined it again. The more times Nat pictured it, the harder he giggled.

He ended up on the floor, clutching the pickup line and laughing until he cried.

He didn’t notice Duke at his office door until it was too late.

“Nat? You haven’t been responding to my mess—Are you okay?” Duke was watching him in confusion.

Then his gaze landed on the scrap of pink, and he tensed.

For a full minute, they stared at each other, watching to see what the other would do.

“You... shouldn’t have read that,” Duke said slowly.

“It’s so funny.” Nat wiped his eyes and started giggling again. “I can’t stop! I didn’t think you’d make a joke about the goat thing!”

Duke’s cheeks turned pink. “I thought you might appreciate it.”

“I love it!” Nat hugged the pickup line to his chest. “I would frame it on the wall. It’s proof that I’m not the only one sticking my foot into my mouth.”

Duke sighed and said dryly, “That line isn’t quite as awkward as some of yours.”

Nat gasped; Duke grimaced immediately.

“I’m sorry,” Duke said.

“No, don’t be. You were speaking the truth. I’d rather that than you lying to me.”

Duke’s lips quirked into a smile. “For what it’s worth, even though they’re awkward, I love the things you say on accident.”

Nat blushed. “Well, my words and your words can sleep together and make babies. Um. Maybe not. They would be terrible babies. Like if I put my foot in your mouth and they had babies. Fuck. I need to stop this.”

Duke grinned. “We’ll discuss that some other time. Right now, there is something I need. Could you send me the signed document from the Masons real quick?”

Nat leaped to his feet. “I’m on it!”

He pulled up the files on his computer and began dealing with the high-priority tasks. Then he fed Wanda and changed her diapers, and went back to tapping on his keyboard, making sure Duke’s schedule was updated and he had everything he needed for his meetings.

“Nat,” Duke said suddenly, much closer than he expected.

Nat almost fell off his seat. “What?”

“Have you eaten?” Duke was frowning.

“Uh.” Nat looked at his stomach. It felt kind of empty. “I guess not.”

Duke pointed at Nat’s mini fridge. “Grab a few things from there. Then come into my office. Hubrie will watch Wanda.”

“Okay.” Nat watched his boss disappear into his office, his suit clinging to his body in the best of ways. He grabbed a slice of apple pie, a box of chocolate milk, and the jar of pickles.

“Already craving pickles?” Hubrie waggled his eyebrows.

“I just wanted to change things up!” Nat blushed. “It’s not like I’m definitely pregnant or anything.”

The butler coughed. “Tell Hell Master that if you want him to make sure you’re pregnant.”

Nat blushed and escaped into Duke’s office.

Instead of sitting behind his desk, Duke was on his couch at the side of the room. “Have a seat.”

Nat brought his food over. Duke looked approvingly at his selection.

“Eat,” Duke said.

Nat frowned. “Don’t you want me to do something for you?”

“Yes. And that is to put something in your stomach.”

“I guess ‘something’ is better than an order to put cum in my stomach.”

Nat froze. Then he groaned and smacked his forehead against his chocolate milk. “Oh, gods.”

“Some other time.” Duke grinned. “I don’t want you fainting on me, sweetheart. Eat.”

Nat gulped down some chocolate milk and forked a large piece of pie into his mouth. He crunched up a pickle too, chewing quickly.

“Good.” Duke shuffled a stack of papers. “Now, we’ll discuss your pregnancy contract.”

Nat spat out his milk. Duke looked over in surprise.

“Sorry!” Nat grabbed some tissues and hurriedly dried off his pants. “I should’ve been expecting it. It just... sounds so questionable.”

Duke nodded. “I’m planning to make it as easy to swallow as I can.”

Nat choked again.

Duke winced. “I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” Nat coughed. “It’s just... It’s weird to hear that coming from my boss.”

Duke seemed to have trouble biting down his smile. “Nat, you’ve been in my bed twice now. We’ve seen each other naked.”

“And you’ve knotted me multiple times. I know.” Nat groaned. “I should be used to it.”

“We should just head down the deep end.” Duke set Nat’s food on his other side and handed him the stack of papers. “Read.”

The contract was written in simple English. There was no fine print; the paragraphs were short, and there were often bullet points that made everything so much easier to understand.

“Why can’t all contracts be like this?” Nat whined. He’d seen some of the paperwork Duke had to sign, and those were awful. Even the fine print had finer print and footnotes.

Duke smiled. “Because I want you to know exactly what you’re agreeing to. By signing this contract, you’ll be committed to carrying this child to term. I will ensure that you are pregnant by depositing my load into you as many times as necessary. Even after we know you’ve conceived.”

Nat squirmed. “There’s nothing I don’t like in here.”

“Really? Even the part where I continue filling you all the way up to your due date?”

“I like your cock,” Nat mumbled, his cheeks growing hot. “If you’re going to give it to me every other day, there’s no way I’d say no.”

“Sometimes multiple times a day,” Duke murmured.

“I want that,” Nat croaked.

The only thing at risk here, was his heart.

This contract was everything he’d dreamed of when he’d been pregnant with Wanda. Duke would provide several things: healthcare, shelter, food, baby clothes... Even everything Wanda needed. In the contract, Duke promised to rub Nat’s feet when they ached; he promised to give Nat backrubs, and he wanted to hear about Nat’s morning sickness and discomfort.

It was everything short of Duke promising to be his mate.

Nat’s throat tightened. “Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll sign it.”

Duke frowned and leaned closer. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Just... emotional, I guess. I didn’t have any of this with Wanda.”

Duke’s eyes flashed. He scooped Nat onto his lap and gave him a tight hug, strong arms holding him safe. “You’ll get everything from now on, sweetheart. And if you choose to stick around after the birth, I’ll make sure you’re well provided for.”

“Okay,” Nat mumbled.

Of course he wanted to stick around. Over the past three days, Duke had become a major source of comfort. He was the reason why Nat woke up eagerly in the mornings; he fitted so easily into Nat’s heart and life. Too easily.

It felt as though there had been a hole in Nat’s chest before, that he hadn’t known about. Until Duke had come along and filled it. And now Nat didn’t want this to ever end.

If signing a contract meant that Nat would get more time with Duke, then he would do exactly that.

He accepted a pen from Duke, his shaky three-fingered hand turning his signature into a wobbly mess.

Duke didn’t comment on how ugly Nat’s signature was. Instead, he rubbed Nat’s back and rumbled low in his throat. “You don’t need to read the contract again?”

“I know what I’ve read.” Nat flipped through the pages again though, nodding to himself. “It’s more than anything I’ve ever gotten.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Duke nuzzled the top of his head. “I’ll make sure you won’t want for anything ever again.”

Nat nodded doubtfully, handing back the stack of papers.

Duke set the contract aside. Then he cradled Nat’s face in his hands, looking him in the eye. “You’re by far the most precious omega I’ve ever come across.”

Nat frowned. “You don’t know much about me.”

“So tell me more about you.”

What was there to say about himself? “I, uh. I’m awkward. And chubby.”

Duke grinned. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“My favorite color is pink. I like milkshakes. I used to love playing Hopscotch as a kid and I can’t wait to teach it to Wanda when she’s old enough. What about you?”

“Red is my favorite color. I like ice cream floats and black coffee. And over in Hell, we have a game similar to Hopscotch, where we carry burning rocks in our hands and try to throw them on the first square when we reach the end. Whoever gets it closest wins.”

“I wouldn’t be able to do that,” Nat said. “My aim is as bad as my mouth.”

Duke laughed. “Well, luckily for us, I don’t need you to throw burning rocks anywhere.”

He leaned in and nuzzled Nat’s jaw, his smile pressing against Nat’s throat. Nat’s breathing hitched.

“So lovely,” Duke murmured, kissing down his neck. He closed his mouth over Nat’s skin, sucking so sinfully that need jolted between Nat’s legs.

Nat moaned. “Weren’t we supposed to—get to know each other better?”

“Tell me more.” Duke squeezed Nat’s hip and began unbuttoning Nat’s shirt, his fingers hot through the thin fabric. Then he lowered Nat to the couch, caging Nat with his body.

“I—I like to pop bubble wrap. It feels so satisfying when—ah!” Nat shuddered when Duke closed his mouth around a nipple. Milk rushed out of him. “Hey! That’s for Wanda!”

Duke sighed and released Nat’s nipple, licking the white liquid off his lips. “You taste good.”

“That looks really questionable on your mouth,” Nat said. “Like you-know-what.”

Duke smirked and kissed down Nat’s plump body, down his stomach and belly. He undid Nat’s belt and pants, slipping his fingers down the front of Nat’s briefs to pull out his half-hard cock.

Nat moaned; Duke took him into his hot, wet mouth. And Duke sucked.

Nat grew so hard, he writhed. “Oh, oh—”

“Keep talking,” Duke rumbled around his cock, his tongue flicking against Nat’s underside.

“Oh, fuck,” Nat whimpered. “I—I like to read.”

“What do you like to read?”

“I s-started reading a d-demon romance. Mmm!” Nat whined when Duke pulled away, leaving his tip in his mouth. Duke began licking his slit, tugging lightly on Nat with his lips. He pushed off Nat’s shoes, pants, and underwear, then spread him wide open. Nat squirmed under his dark gaze.

“You like demons?” Duke grinned.

“K-kinda!”

“Did the one in your book fuck very hard?”

“N-not as h-hard as you.”

Duke’s gaze darkened; he circled Nat’s hole with his thumb.

Nat moaned, then moaned louder when Duke pushed three fingers into him. “Oh, gods!”

“You open so easily for me,” Duke growled. “Still wet from this morning.”

Duke had buried himself deep in Nat this morning, knotted him, and pumped him full of cum.

“I like when you mark me inside,” Nat admitted in a wheeze.

“Good.” Duke rubbed Nat’s prostate lightly, then harder, until Nat’s legs shook uncontrollably and he clawed at the couch, his balls pulling tight. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Duke closed his mouth around Nat’s cock, swallowing him all the way down. His mouth was hot, wet. And his fingers crooked hard against Nat’s sweet spot.

Nat came with a howl, thrashing even as Duke held him down.

Duke was suddenly on top of him, his thick red cock jutting out of his fist. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Duke rasped, rubbing his blunt tip against Nat’s open hole. “You get so fucking wet when you come. It’s like you’re begging me to fill you up, stretch you out. Fuck you ‘til you’re open and loose, leaking my cum.”

Nat clutched at him, dragging him closer. “Please, please.” He opened his legs wider.

“Please what, Nat?” Duke brushed a kiss against his ear. “Please tease you with my cock?”

Nat could’ve cried. “Knot me!”

“Mmm. I can’t knot you right now. But I can do this.” Duke rubbed his tip all over Nat’s hole, smearing precum everywhere. Then he pushed in, his heavy thickness surging deep.

Nat came around him, and again when Duke began fucking him into the couch. He couldn’t think. He could only open his legs wider, dragging Duke closer by his shirt, his lungs full of Duke’s brimstone scent. “S-so full,” Nat moaned.

“Yeah? You like this?” Duke changed the angle of his thrusts, pounding against Nat’s prostate on every stroke. Nat shook and gasped. “So lovely, sweetheart. Taking all of me. Your pretty body begging for my cum.”

Duke pinned Nat’s legs open and filled him with every inch, on and on until Nat only knew the pleasure of his alpha inside him, Duke’s hungry gaze, his rolling hips.

“I’m going to breed you with this load. Just like how I bred you this morning. Feel this here?” Duke pushed all the way in, and held still. “That’s me pressed up against the mouth of your womb. Getting ready to shoot a load inside.”

Nat came so hard, he blacked out for a second. When he blinked himself back, Duke was panting, fucking him harder, his knots starting to swell—the larger knot at his very base, and the smaller knot just above it.

“I want your knots,” Nat whimpered.

Duke swore. “I can give you the smaller one. Just for a while. But I can’t stay long, sweetheart. I promise I’ll knot you properly tonight.”

Nat nodded eagerly and squeezed his insides, drawing a snarl from Duke’s lips.

Duke pushed into him and came, big thick pulses flooding Nat inside. He pressed his smaller knot into Nat’s body, sliding it in and out to get Nat’s hole used to its size. Then he let Nat’s rim close around it, his larger knot pressing against the outside of Nat’s hole.

Nat moaned, grinding onto Duke, trying to get him deeper.

“Just making sure you’re pregnant with my cub,” Duke whispered, pinning Nat’s hips in place. “All of my fertile cum going into your womb.”

He pressed a sloppy kiss to Nat’s throat, sucking lightly on him there. Then he nuzzled the corner of Nat’s lips. “I have to get going.”

Nat whined. “I should be the one reminding you about that.”

Duke kissed his jaw. “I did fuck you senseless. You’re allowed some time to recover.”

He rubbed Nat’s arms, then slowly eased his cock out of Nat’s body. Except he was still coming, hot white jets shooting all over Nat’s thighs.

Duke licked his lips and held Nat’s legs open, the next spurt landing on Nat’s balls. The next one landed on Nat’s hole, and another landed on his cock, a cooling wetness on his skin.

Duke smeared the wetness all over Nat’s cock, balls and hole, then his hips and thighs. He grabbed Nat’s clothes off the floor. “Put this back on.”

“I’m—going to smell like your cum!” Nat squeaked.

“If anyone gives you trouble because of it, tell me immediately.” Duke petted Nat’s ass. He fitted his tip back into Nat and squeezed out the next few spurts, working his fist around himself to empty the last of his cum into Nat. Then he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants.

His knots were still visible, stretching the expensive fabric. Most people knew not to mention it, though.

Duke got to his feet and straightened his clothes, spritzing himself with a scent neutralizer.

“I need that too,” Nat mumbled. “This is a lot of cum.”

Duke grinned and helped Nat back into his clothes. He spritzed Nat everywhere—except between his legs. “You should smell like me here,” Duke purred. “Thoroughly claimed.”

It was depraved. But also so hot. “Fine,” Nat mumbled, his cheeks warm.

Duke walked him out of the office, where Hubrie waggled his eyebrows at them.

“Where’s my next meeting, Nat?” Duke asked.

Nat scrambled for his phone. “Oh. The tenth floor, in the Purple Room. I’ve sent you everything you need.”

“Perfect. Thanks.” Duke grinned and dropped a kiss on Nat’s head. Then he disappeared into the elevator, and Hubrie spun around in his office chair.

“I have to go pick up the kids,” Hubrie said after a minute. He eyed Nat. “Will you be okay here by yourself?”

Nat nodded and checked his list of tasks. “I’ve got everything covered.”

“Good. Well, call me if you need any help at all.” Hubrie stood up.

“I will, thanks.” Nat squirmed when Duke’s cum leaked out of him. Hell, there was so much that it was probably going to flood right through his pants, and drench his seat.

Duke would probably love it. Would he make Nat stand up when he got back, so he could inspect the chair?

With a wave, Hubrie stepped into the elevator and disappeared too, leaving Nat alone with Wanda on this floor. Nat settled into a groove with his work, getting more and more confident with each task he completed.

Before long, the elevator chimed.

Nat looked up with a frown. It was too soon for Duke or Hubrie to be back; it hadn’t even been half an hour.

Instead of them, it was Kylie who appeared in the lobby.

Nat’s stomach sank; Kylie narrowed her eyes when she saw him.

“You,” she hissed, looking bewildered when she took in the blankets around his desk. Then her attention landed on Wanda.

A chill settled in Nat’s stomach. He stood and placed himself between them, trying to stay calm because he didn’t know what he would do if she attacked Wanda.

“What the hell is all this?” Kylie waved at the blankets. “Is this a zoo?”

“Duke put them here himself,” Nat retorted.

Kylie gasped in outrage. “You—How dare you call him by his first name?”

“We agreed on the terms of my employment and I signed a contract,” Nat said. “You probably shouldn’t make assumptions about that contract.”

Kylie spluttered. “He hired you to be his whore, didn’t he?”

Nat shrugged. “I don’t think it’s any of your business.”

Kylie’s expression turned uglier. She stalked forward. “Roles in this company are supposed to be transparent —”

“If you don’t know about my role, then I don’t think Duke meant for you to know.”

Kylie’s face turned purple.

Nat inched toward the playpen. If he called Hubrie... Was there enough time for the butler to get back here? This didn’t seem important enough to interrupt Duke’s meeting.

Wanda made a sound behind him. When he turned slightly, he found her with her eyes glowing white.

Kylie was looking at her too, her face twisted in disgust. “Ugh, a mixed breed.”

Fuck. Nat’s heart stuttered. No one was supposed to know that; it was the entire reason why he and Wanda had been kidnapped in the first place.

Kylie’s expression turned calculating. Then she backed away with a sneer. “You won’t be here long. Mr. Brimstone will realize that I’m so much more qualified for the job. He’ll treat me better than a whore. ”

She stormed into an elevator and hit the buttons. Nat could only watch as the mirrored doors closed and took her away.

His stomach felt like a lead weight.

“She won’t tell anyone, right?” Nat whispered, scooping Wanda into his arms.

Wanda drooled and grabbed his nose, kicking like nothing was wrong in the world.

Nat brought her back to the desk and kept her on his lap the entire time, his heart pattering nervously.

He wasn’t sure he felt safe anymore.