I swallowed a nervous laugh. “Yeah, that. Um, I’m sorry but I think I better go.”
Otto nodded. “Yeah, I guess you probably want to get to your Alpha.”
My bear snarled at the thought before I could stop him. Otto shifted away from me, surprise on his face. “Sorry. I, um, didn’t mean to do that.”
“That’s okay. I can’t imagine Kravets was thrilled to smell me on you.”
“We aren’t together,” I admitted, staring at the floor. “He wouldn’t care.”
“He broke up with you while you’re pregnant?” Otto’s voice was a cross between incredulous and livid. “What the fuck?”
“No,” I assured him quickly. “We, uh, we weren’t ever together. Just friends.”
“But that would mean the baby isn’t his?” Otto’s brow was creeping up again.
I shook my head. “No, it’s not.” A heat wave hit me, making me shiver and I stood up, still not meeting his eyes. “I should go.”
“Wait.” Otto stood as well, taking a step closer to me. My breath stuttered as another wave of Alpha musk hit me. “If not Kravets, who are you going to?”
“Nobody. I’m just going.”
Otto took another step, coming even closer. “Why?”
“You know why. You don’t want..”
“Oh, Dex. I absolutely, positivelydowant but the real question is what doyouwant?”
I still couldn’t look him in the eyes, but I managed to force out the words as I stared at the floor. “You.”
~*~
Otto
If Myke Kravets wasn’t the father of the baby Dex was carrying, who was?
Thatshouldhave been the focus of my attention. After all, I asked Dex over to talk, not to fuck but the stronger the scent of horny Omega got, the harder it was to convince myself not to touch him. Or to even remember why I shouldn’t.
And when he told me he was leaving, not to go to his partner to alleviate his needs but because he thought I didn’t want him? Yeah, no way I was letting that happen.
“You want me?” I asked, my voice a low growl.
Dex nodded, his cheeks flushed a dark pink as he continued to stare at the floor between us. I held my left hand out, palm up and waited. So slowly that I wasn’t sure he was going to do it, Dex raised his right hand and laid his palm in mine.
I eased toward the hall behind me, each backward step slow and measured as I drew my Omega along with me. Dex’s body language was a strange mixture of hesitant and willing as he let me lead him to my bed and stood passively in front of me while I undressed him.
Too passively with a sad, resigned look on his face.
“Dex? Baby, are you sure you want this?”
He nodded, his eyes darting up to meet mine for the barest moment before again dropping to the floor. I held back a sigh. His cock standing erect between us, the sweet cloying scent of his arousal left no doubt that Dex wanted me physically -or at least wantedsex- but I wasn’t nearly as sure that his heart and mind were on board.
“Dex,” I tried again. “I really need to be sure you’re consenting. I know I didn’t check before but neither of us is as far gone as we were then, so if you aren’t into this, we don’t need to do it. I can call the doctor or, um, someone else to help you?”
Dex’s head jerked back up and his green eyes filled with tears. “I’ll go.”
“What? No,” I argued, tightening my grip on his hand. “Unless that’s what you want to do. I do want you here and I do want to make love to you but, well, you seem like you’d rather be anywhere else.” I squeezed his hand and loosened my grip bringing his hand up to rest on my chest. “I don’t want you to be with me because you think you have to.”
“I know I don’t have to,” Dex said softly, his gaze finally holding mine. “I do want this with you.”
