The cart squeaked excitedly; Killian finally smiled again.
“Like you’re not a hero yourself?” he said to Crush.
Crush raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yes! You literally look like a hero. You’re big and strong; youreverythingis big.” Killian knew he should stop talking then. But his mouth, as usual, had other ideas. “Your pecs are like padded leather cushions. Your biceps are like melons. Your thighs are like tree trunks, the big girthy trees.” Killian gulpedwhen Crush’s eyes widened. But he had a point to prove! “Your cock is so heavy, you could knock someone out with it. Like, have you ever leaped at someone without any pants on? I think your cock would poke their eye out. And you would win just because of that. You would defeat the supervillain and the town would call you Super Dick Man. They would erect statues of your cock everywhere and people would worship it.”
Killian finally managed to slap his hands over his mouth.Why did I say all that?
Somewhere out of sight, Hansel was snickering very loudly.
Crush grinned. “You like my cock that much, huh?”
“No!” Killian lied. “I just... Have you seen those balls?”
“Yes, they’re mine.”
“Oh gods. Just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse.” Killian hid his face in his hands. “Let’s please talk about something other than your balls. Like I think I actually had my heat today.”
Okay, maybe not that.
Crush went completely still against him. “What?”
11
A SECOND HEAT?
Crush blinked.He had to have heard wrongly. “You said your heat will be here next week.”
Killiansquirmed.“Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”
Crush didn’t hear a lie in his heartbeat. Which meant... what happened earlier, that had been Killian’s heat? Was that why Killian had been whining and crying for Crush’s cock, trying to sink his ass down every single inch? Why Crush had been compelled to come inside him a second time? Because he hadneverdone that with anyone else.
Crush shoved aside all of those memories. The last thing he needed was to get hard again.
“So, just to confirm,” he said slowly. “That was your heat earlier.”
“Yes...” Killian hunched his shoulders. “I didn’t realize what it was until after.”
“And I didn’t use any protection with you.”
Killian’s shoulders went higher.
Now that Crush’s knot had receded, he carried Killian to the linen closet and carefully pulled out. When he had set Killian on his feet, he grabbed a clean washcloth, gently tucking it between Killian’s cheeks to catch the fluids dripping out of his hole. He was going to be dripping for a while; Crush’s loads were big.
“I’m not on any birth control,” Killian mumbled. “I just had Naddie not too long ago! I wasn’t expecting to fuck an alpha again this soon. And I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was hot all over. When you touched me. I was... I was so desperate to have you inside me.”
A low rumble started in Crush’s chest. “How many tries did it take for you to conceive Naddie?”
Killian’s cheeks flamed bright red; he couldn’t look Crush in the eye. “Just one.”
Fertile.Crush’s instincts were loud and eager under his skin. “Does this mean you’ve just conceived a litter of my pups?”
Killian groaned. “Probably just one pup. We don’t conceive multiples with another species unless it’s one of those mythical matches. Those are rare.”
Crush’s instincts perked up. But it was too soon to be inquiring about a mythical match. He retrieved his bathrobe and wrapped it around Killian—it was so big on the omega that it fell to his ankles. Crush wiped himself down and stepped into a fresh pair of gray sweatpants. “We should discuss what we’re going to do about this pup.”
Unable to help himself, he slipped his hand into the bathrobe, tracing his knuckles over Killian’s belly. Knowing that Killian might have already conceived; knowing there might be a pup growing in there...
