“Will I have to wipe your butt?”
“No, thank fuck. I installed a bidet a few months ago. If you could help with the bakery, that would be great. The healing too. But there’s something more urgent than that.”
“Hamilton did say you have some urgent orders to fill.”
“Yes.” Titan paused and drew a deep breath. “There’s no dignified way to say this. I sell my semen.”
Mathlin’s eyes grew completely round. “People buy your jizz?”
“Apparently, yes. And I have a few orders that are due.”
Mathlin’s gaze dropped—but the desk was covering Titan’s crotch. “So you need me to help you get the cream out.”
“Yes.” Titan’s face grew warm. “I was handling it with one arm, but without both of them, it’s next to impossible.”
“Okay.” Mathlin nodded solemnly. “I’m no virgin. I can do it.”
Then he looked down again.
“Wait. It doesn’t have to go inside me, right? I think you might be too big to fit.”
Titan swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “No, I’ll just need you to use your hands. The sooner we can get started, the better—I need some time to build up to the next load. We have seven to fill.”
“Seven? In one day?” Mathlin squawked.
“No. Twice a day, three times at most. I have spelled vials to store it in. Those have to be brought into town for testing, before I can package and mail them.”
“That’s a lot of things you need hands for,” Mathlin said sympathetically.
“I’m sure there are people who have managed without working hands or arms,” Titan said. “I just don’t have the time to learn it all in a few days.”
Mathlin shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He’d been eating the whole time he was seated. “So... do you want to start on the cream collection now?”
“Maybe set down your pup first,” Titan said dryly. “You’ll be living with me for the duration, by the way. You’ll get your own room and bed, and a crib for your pup. That works for you, right?”
Mathlin nodded and stood. Then he looked down at his bowl, and frowned. “Where did all my ice cream go?”
His bowl was completely empty. Titan stared. “Didn’t wejustsit down?”
“I think my stomach is a black hole for ice cream,” Mathlin said mournfully. “All the ice cream in the safehouse was gone. Crush kidnapped us when we went out for ice cream. And I ate all of Ottis’ too. He was mad at me.”
“Tell you what. Help me with my groceries, and you can have as much ice cream as you want.” Titan hesitated when Mathlin lit up. “Within reason. Please don’t eat me out of house and home. I’m—I’m trying to save up.”
“What’re you saving up for?” Mathlin eyed him, bright-eyed and curious.
“An omega,” Titan mumbled.
“You want tobuyan omega?!”
4
MILKING
“No!”Titan looked horrified. “In what universe—Who wouldbuyan omega?”
Then he seemed to remember something, and his shoulders sagged.
“No, I’m not buying an omega,” Titan said quietly. “I don’t deal with the black market. I’m trying to save up so I cancourtan omega. I need to prove that I can provide for him.”
