He could already feel that familiar tingle that meant his knot was growing. It started out small but then filled Wes up completely until the omega could only moan and writhe on his alpha’s cock and knot helplessly. Marcellus shoved himself in hard and gave small thrusts as his head tilted back.
Marcellus had never felt so amazing before. Wes rocked back against him, wanting more. Sweat slipped down Marcellus' face, and he knew they couldn't take much more.
"Fuck," Marcellus growled. "Cum for me, Wes. Cum on my knot."
"Oh, Goddess." His back arched off of the table once more. "Fuck me harder. I want all of it. Do it, Marcellus. Please!"
The alpha complied. The table rocked and creaked underneath them. Wes' nails dug in and then he felt it. The omega came hard, rutting and groaning and growling like he was in heat all over again.
Marcellus was right after him. He pushed in deep and unloaded himself into his omega until every drop had been pumped inside of him. Marcellus held him tightly, and they both panted hard.
"Marcellus," Wes shook his head. "That was… fuck!"
One minute they were on the table and the next they were on the floor. The table lay underneath them broken. The two of them stared at each other in shock before they roared with laughter at the same time.
"Oh shit," Marcellus groaned. "Luc is going to kill me for breaking his table."
"I feel bad about it, but at the same time"—he shrugged—"I really don't. That was the best fucking sex we've ever had."
"Yeah, it was." Marcellus grinned and kissed him lightly. "And now we have to lie here because there's no way in hell we're moving with my knot still inside you."
"This isn't exactly comfortable." Wes laughed.
"I'm on it." Marcellus flipped them over until Wes was on top of him. "Better."
"Yes, but what about you?" He ran a finger down his mate's chest. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
Marcellus chuckled. "After that? I could be laid out on a bed of nails and I wouldn't give a damn." He smacked Wes' ass fondly and smiled. He was in paradise.
Thirteen
Wes
Wes paced back and forth in the bathroom. He'd set the test on the sink waiting for it to show something, anything. The nail of his thumb was chewed down to nothing, and his stomach was in knots.
The gallery had been doing so well. His art had picked up so much steam. Now, he could be pregnant. Goddess, what was he going to do? It wasn't as if he would hate the idea of having a baby. Especially with Marcellus.
He smiled at the thought of his mate holding their baby. It was still hard to wrap his brain around, but he could even picture his belly growing bigger. They would have a child, and he would love every minute of it.
Eventually.
First, he needed to figure out what to do about the gallery. He couldn't keep working if he was pregnant. Surely someone would notice there was a pregnant man running around, and he wasn't about to end up on the news as ‘the world's first naturally pregnant man.’ No, thank you.
"Okay, it's going to be fine." He nodded. "It's okay. It's okay."
Wes looked at the stick on the counter, and his heart jumped to his throat. Positive. His eyes welled up, and he couldn't contain it. He knew it! He knew he was pregnant. The morning sickness, the exhaustion, the hunger. It was all clear signs, and now he had the proof. Fuck.
Okay, he had to tell his mate. There was no way he could just hide it, right? If he didn't, however, Marcellus would surely want to go home right away. Poof! Then his dreams would go up in a cloud of smoke, and it would all have been for nothing.
"No, no. I have to hide it. Just for a little while."
Wes wrapped the test up heavily and tossed it in the trash before he washed his hands. All he had to do was go about business as usual. Right? He could pull that off, no matter how long it took.
* * *
Wes climbedout of bed and glanced back at Marcellus. The alpha was still fast asleep, and he was glad for that. He quickly moved to the bathroom and proceeded to throw up all of his dinner from the night before. Groaning quietly, he flushed the toilet and brushed his teeth before he felt like himself again. He tugged the bathroom door open, and Marcellus stood there with his arms folded over his chest.
"We need to talk."
