Mathlin’s breath caught in his throat. Titan seemed so sincere that something in Mathlin just... shifted.
“I’ll help you with that too,” he blurted. “Let’s make sure you get a really good omega.”
Titan looked up at him. “You’d help me with that?”
“Of course! Let me set Jannie down. Then we’ll get your cream, and we’ll come up with an attack plan.”
“I hope, by ‘attack plan’, you don’t mean attacking an actual omega.”
Mathlin rolled his eyes. “Not unless you plan on assaulting him with pictures of your cock. That might work.”
The alpha frowned. “Who gives out dick pics as a seduction method?”
“Trust me, it works,” Mathlin said.
Titan squinted at him.
Mathlin brushed it off and looked around for a spot for Jannie. “You don’t happen to have a crib or playpen, do you?”
Titan winced. “This place isn’t equipped for a baby, to be honest.”
“I’ll watch her!” Hamilton sang, bursting into the office.
Mathlin wasn’t sure about letting Hamilton babysit her; there were things about Jannie he was trying to hide. But he was fairly certain that Hamilton was a Butler Brother—and from what his new friends had told him, the Butler Brothers could be counted on to keep people and places safe.
He pulled off his shirt and unstrapped Jannie, handing her over. “Be good, okay? Don’t give Hamilton trouble.”
She grinned and patted his face with her little hands. Hopefully she wouldn’t shift; she had done a partial shift earlier, roasting the tub of ice cream because it was too cold for her.
“Just make sure she doesn’t get chilly,” Mathlin said.
“Easy enough,” Hamilton sang. He wandered out of the office with Jannie and helpfully shut the door.
And now it was just Mathlin and Titan staring at each other over the elephant—elephant’s trunk—in the room.
“I finally understand what Hamilton meant by ‘milkmaid’,” Mathlin blurted. “You’re the cow, and I’m the maid.”
The moment the words sank into his head, he buried his face in his hands. Titan was so going to fire him.
Titan snorted. “I’m not going to moo for you.”
“That would be a really weird roleplay.”
“We’renotroleplaying,” Titan said flatly. “The lube and vials are in the cabinet on your right. I’ll buy one of those silicone masturbation sleeves, that I can just shove my cock into instead of having you jerk me off. But it would still need to be held down, or strapped down, and it would still need to be cleaned.” He sighed. “It’s all such a pain.”
“It’s not a pain to me!” Mathlin hurriedly said. “My hands are happy to hold your cock. Uh. I could draw happy faces on them?”
“Please don’t.” Titan stood up. The bulge in his sweatpants was bigger now; Mathlin swallowed hard.
He felt Titan’s gaze on him as he retrieved a vial—it was half the size of a soda can, with a screw lid at the top. Titan rounded the desk and sat on the edge of it, spreading his legs.
“Your name really matches your, uh, size,” Mathlin blurted, stepping gingerly between the alpha’s thick thighs.
“Someday, I’ll tell you how I was named. It has nothing to do with my cock,” Titan said, the corners of his lips twitching. “Pull down the front of my pants, get my cock and balls out.”
The command stroked down Mathlin’s spine like a lover’s caress. Titan hadn’t said it seductively, but... There was something about him being in charge. It was hot.
Mathlin carefully slipped his fingers behind the sturdy waistband. Titan’s skin was warm, and it grew warmer the further down Mathlin went. As he tugged on the elastic, more and more of Titan’s cock was revealed—girthy and veiny, its musky scent filling Mathlin’s lungs. Then it sprang free, pointing up at him, its tip red and rounded.
