“But I just threw up,” Mathlin said.
Hamilton’s eyes grew round. “Ohhh.”
“What is it?” Titan growled.
Ottis looked at Mathlin. “You’re probably pregnant.”
The cabin grew so quiet, all they heard was Jannie’s babbling.
“I what?” Mathlin squeaked.
“He what?” Titan yelped.
Ottis sighed. “Math, you’ve been pregnant before. Does it feel familiar?”
Mathlin spluttered. “But... we used a condom.”
Ottis grimaced. “I don’t want to hear the details of your heat. I’m outta here.”
Titan was barely aware of his brother leaving. Ottis’ words were swirling around in his head, refusing to land.
You’re probably pregnant.
When he looked, he found Mathlin’s belly still flat. He ignored the sharp pain in his bicep and tugged up Mathlin’s shirt, pressing his hand to that lightly-fuzzed skin. It felt the same as it had last week.
“Are you really...?” Titan couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence.
Mathlin glanced at Titan. Then he looked down at his belly, rubbing it. Their fingers brushed. “I don’t know,” Mathlin said. “Pregnancies can be very different from each other. With Jannie, I kept burping sparks. No sparks with this one.”
“Just a craving for bloody meat,” Titan murmured. “And your skin grew fuzzy.”
Suddenly, things began to make a lot more sense. He stared at Mathlin’s belly again.
Was there really a pup in there? Titan’s pup?
“But we used a condom,” Mathlin said.
Titan rummaged through his hazy memories. “The condom was still full when I took it off,” he said slowly. “But... It didn’t contain three vials of cum.”
How had he not noticed it? With him going into rut so violently, and with Mathlin’s ass clenching tight around him, Titan had come nonstop into his omega. He had to have put four, maybe five, vials’ worth of cum in Mathlin’s body.
But the condom had contained maybe two vials of fluid, if that.
They stared at each other.
“Did my claws prick holes in it?” Mathlin asked, looking horrified. “I kept breaking them when you made me come. I gripped them too tightly. It was hard to control my hands when my eyes were rolling back.”
A satisfied rumble escaped Titan’s chest. “You were writhing on my cock. A lot.”
He wanted to revisit those memories again; Mathlin panting and begging for more, Mathlin moaning and coming on his cock. Except the news was more pressing—more horrifying.
Titan hadn’t even proven to himself that he could support an omega long-term, much less a family.
And now they had a pup on the way?
He panicked a little. “I need to—”
“Titan.” Mathlin grasped Titan’s arms, peering into his eyes. “You don’t have to do anything right this moment.”
