The alpha groaned quietly, his gaze flicking down again. “I can’t get your scent out of my nose.”
With growing certainty, Mathlin realized that Titan was talking about the scent of his slick.
He squirmed. “Let me put Jannie down somewhere. She’s still asleep.”
“There’s a playpen in the kitchen,” Hamilton yelled.
Mathlin jumped. Titan cursed. Maybe Mathlin would’ve been unnerved by Hamilton listening in, but... He couldn’t deny how handy the shapeshifter was to have around.
He hurried out from behind the desk, checking the kitchen to make sure it was safe. Then he set a sleeping Jannie down in the middle of the playpen, surrounded her with toys and pillows, and hurried back to the office.
Titan was relaxed in his chair, his legs spread, a prominent bulge between them.
Mathlin’s eyes locked onto it. “Didn’t you just come not too long ago?”
“Yeah.” The alpha’s voice dipped, turning husky. “But I think my body found a reason to get the cum production going again, much faster than before.”
Mathlin’s throat went dry. “S-so you could’ve hired an omega to help before this, and it would’ve worked?”
Titan shrugged. He hadn’t looked away from Mathlin. “Maybe. But maybe it’s just you who inspires this.” He spread his legs wider, and Mathlin caught the faintest scent of Titan’s arousal.
“I thought of a way to increase my cream production. Three times the original volume,” Titan rumbled, his voice going straight to Mathlin’s hole. “Want to hear it?”
8
A NEW AND IMPROVED MILKING
“Three times?!”Mathlin squeaked, trying to tear his gaze away from Titan’s bulge. “How? Also, I can’t look away from your bulge. I think it cursed me with an eyeball-locking spell.”
Titan snorted. “That must be a powerful spell, considering I had no hand in it.”
Mathlin burst out laughing. “Was that pun intended?”
“Absolutely.” Titan grinned. “Now, get three empty vials, and let’s see how well this round of milking goes.”
Tingles bloomed between Mathlin’s legs as he reached into the box of spelled vials. Titan’s gaze was intent on him; it drifted from the top of his head down his back, to his hips and thighs. Then it returned to his ass, lingering there.
Did Titan want to grab his ass? Would the alpha spread Mathlin’s cheeks to expose his hole?
“I wish your hands were working.” Mathlin squirmed. “But there’s still so much I have to do before that can happen.”
“Yeah? You want your job over with?”
“No! I just meant it would be nicer if your hands could, uh, do things.”
Titan studied him. Mathlin set the open vials on Titan’s desk and couldn’t meet his gaze.
“Where do you want my hands, Math?” Titan murmured.
Mathlin blushed deeply. “Anywhere you want them! We should, um, do the milking. Oh! What was your idea?”
“I was thinking... Earlier, your presence helped. And that was just with you touching my cock. If you sit on my lap while you stroke me, I think my body would produce more.”
Mathlin tried not to pant; those words sent heat pounding between his legs. “Y-yeah. We can do that.”
“You can keep your clothes on. I just need your weight on my lap. It might help if I bury my nose in your hair, to keep my lungs full of your scent.”
And now Mathlin’s underwear was drenched again.
