“Thank you,” Mathlin said with forced cheer, giving Abercrombie a wave. Then he pushed Titan toward the back of the bakery.
They hid in the hallway leading to the back rooms, watching as Abercrombie disappeared into his car. It was only after the man had driven off, that Titan heaved a sigh.
“Fucking Everdin,” Titan growled. “Not that Abercrombie is much better. No one needs mating tips these days—why does he think I’minexperienced?”
Mathlin reached up to pat Titan’s shoulder, but it was so high up that he settled for patting Titan’s abdomen instead. “There, there. We all know that big grumpy alphas wield their big alpha swords like pro fencing masters. Wow, your abs really feel like a washboard. Not that I know what a washboard feels like, since we all use washing machines.”
Titan snorted.
“Hey, for all you know, Mr. Abercrombie might have some good sex tips,” Mathlin said. “He’s old. He’s gotta have lots of experience, right? Maybe he knows some kinky stuff.”
Titan wrinkled his nose. “I’d rather not know. Besides, it’s not as though I can do much right now.”
“Your mouth still works,” Mathlin said helpfully.
“My—”
Titan stared at Mathlin. Mathlin stared back, horror dawning upon him: he had justtold his boss to give someone oral.
“Uh.” Mathlin blushed hotly. “I meant that your mouth is working, so you can eat regular food! And your cock is clearly also working; it sprays like a geyser. You could probably smash a world record with an omega in your lap, you might even jizz hard enough to fill someone’s womb, even when they’re not in heat—”
Unbidden, those secret memories floated to the top of Mathlin’s mind. He remembered wanting to sit on Titan’s lap; he remembered wanting to spread his legs around this alpha. Take Titan’s big cock into his body. His insides grew hot.
Titan’s gaze darkened. “Your scent changed.”
“Uhhh. I’m thinking about pancakes.”
The alpha snorted. “Sure. I don’t see you drooling.”
“Well, that’s because—You know how you suck the spit back into your mouth when you’ve been drooling?”
Titan raised an eyebrow. “Yes, but I don’t usually discuss that with anyone.”
“I wish I could do it with my butthole,” Mathlin blurted.Why did I say that? I need to stop talking!But his mouth opened anyway. “I wish I could suck back all the slick that drips out of me. It gets all over my underwear and makes me smell like slick for hours! You can probably smell it, your nose is sharp.”
Mathlin froze, his horror growing.
Titan’s gaze dropped to Mathlin’s hips, and his nostrils flared.
“Oh gods!” Mathlin whispered, clenching his asscheeks. “Don’t sniff my ass! You can’t smell anything!”
Titan’s mouth twitched into a smile. “I think I smell a very wet, muskynothing.”
“It’s definitely not slick,” Mathlin squeaked. “Oh gods, I wish my hole would shut up. I wish mymouthwould shut up. I need to stuff something in them to plug them up. This is getting worse by the minute. Just kill me now.”
He buried his face in his hands, mortified.
Titan coughed, his eyes sparkling. “No one else has said that to me before.”
Mathlin groaned, rocking himself back and forth. “I can’t believe I said all that to my boss.”
Titan laughed quietly. “C’mon, I need you to put a sign on the front door. So anyone dropping by will know that we’re closed for the next three weeks.”
“Just three?”
“That’s the shortest time I’d need for my broken arm to heal.” Titan winced. “But knowing me, I’d try to use the arm too early, and strain it worse than if I had left it alone.”
“I’ll keep you in line,” Mathlin’s mouth said. “Oh, fuck my mouth.”
