“Your words are dangerous,” Titan said.
Mathlin groaned and butted his head against Titan’s ear. “My words are going to killme.”
“I’ll make sure they don’t,” Titan growled. He grabbed his screwdriver and tightened a few screws on the shelves—those had rounded corners and edges so Mathlin wouldn’t accidentally hurt himself if he bumped into them.
The nest now had several upgrades—a proper mattress for its base, blankets and pillows that weren’t borrowed from the pack, so Mathlin could snuggle with them indefinitely. Titan had also added small speakers to play music, and little storage boxes filled with snacks and drinks. He had installed soft reading lights and a couple of bookshelves, along with boxes for toys and baby supplies in case Jannie was in the nest too.
“What do you think?” Titan asked when he had set aside his screwdriver. “I can paint the wood any color you want, or oil it and leave it the way it is.”
“Oil the wood,” Mathlin said with a snicker. “I like seeing the natural grain.”
“Definitely my kind of omega,” Titan rumbled, turning to nuzzle Mathlin. “What about the rest of the nest? Is there anything you’d like me to add?”
Mathlin leaped onto the middle of the nest, flopping onto the pillows. “I want your scent in it. Your used clothes, all musky and sweaty. I think... It would be nice if it smells like our bed.”
Ourbed. Titan’s heart leaped. “You mean, like our mating?”
That was what they did in bed most nights, long hours of hard mating, and Mathlin knotted on Titan with his body soft and pliant after several releases.
“Yes,” Mathlin purred. He looked Titan up and down. “You’re wearing too much. If you’re naked, your scent will stick to the nest more easily.”
“Is that a ploy to get me naked?” Titan grinned and began stripping anyway. “We’re not mating while you’re cat-shaped, though.”
“Oh. That’s right.” With a lazy stretch, Mathlin shifted back into a human. “Better?”
“Much.” Titan growled, climbing into the nest to grasp Mathlin’s thighs. He spread his omega wide open. “Now I can make you smell like me.”
“I was talking about thenestsmelling like you!” Mathlin purred and wriggled, trying to raise his hips.
“It’ll smell likeuswhen I’ve claimed you again.” Titan pinned him down and slotted their mouths together. The moment he did, Mathlin melted beneath him, growing needy and pliant.
“Alpha, please.”
Fuck if that didn’t make Titan hard in seconds. “Please fill you? I fully intend to,” Titan growled against his lips. “I’m going to stuff you full and breed you, make you drip with cum. Mine.”
Then he bit into Mathlin’s shoulder, and Mathlin was completely his.
“Math,”Titan said two weeks later. “I’m going to do something I promised Hamilton I’d do. Please cover your ears and try not to listen. Or watch.”
Like he expected, Mathlin cupped his hands loosely over his ears, and opened his eyes wide.
Titan sighed. Hamilton cackled.
“Well?” Hamilton said, waving impatiently. “Get started!”
With a long-suffering sigh, Titan opened the pink book—699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin.
“Mathlin,” he said solemnly. “You are the light of my life, the light in my eyes. When you’re here, you shine so bright that I walk into furniture and stub my toe.”
Mathlin cringed. Hamilton pressed his hands to his heart and swooned.
Titan flipped to another page. “You’re so magical that your love wand fills my heart with emotions. You may stab your meat stick into my chest and pump my heart with it. It will cause my heart to gush and my love will go everywhere. Like the blood that’s also flowing out.”
“Oh gods,” Mathlin groaned. “How did that make it into the book?”
“I don’t fucking know,” Titan said. “But please look away for this next part.”
Obviously, Mathlin did not.
