Vivid images attacked Titan’s brain: Mathlin in different positions, being stuffed with alpha cock.
He almost choked. “The pills.” He stuck out his tongue, trying to lick the pills off Mathlin’s palm. Mathlin squeaked and shoved his hand against Titan’s mouth, only for him to inhale their mixed scents.
Titan remembered the way Mathlin had smelled beneath him, musky-sweet and panting as Titan rutted against his ass.
Arousal jolted through his body, hot and fast like a bullet.
Titan had to force himself not to think. He swallowed when Mathlin tipped the water glass against his lips, gulping down the pills. “Thanks.”
“Anytime!” Mathlin set down the glass and leaned away. “Here, let me help you get into bed.”
He lifted the covers so Titan could shuffle further down the mattress. Then he wandered out of the bedroom. “I’m going to change into my PJs.”
Titan sighed with relief. He was still hard, and he needed to calm down so things wouldn’t get awkward in bed.
Finally, Mathlin returned. He turned off the light—his pupils gleamed like mirrors in the dark—and climbed into bed next to Titan. “Okay, this is the part where we fall asleep and try not to grope each other.”
“I’ll probably wake up if you do.”
Mathlin winced. “Do we need to make a pillow wall so I don’t accidentally hurt you?”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” Mathlin said doubtfully.
He squirmed to get comfortable, sending tiny vibrations through the bed. Titan closed his eyes and breathed Mathlin in, aware of every rustle of fabric, every dip in the bed as Mathlin wriggled. They listened to each other’s breathing; Mathlin’s warmth brushed into Titan beneath the covers.
They barely knew each other, and yet Titan trusted the omega in bed with him.
Finally, his exhaustion won out, and darkness claimed him.
13
ONLY ONE BED (PART 2)
Mathlin floated in a warm,comfortable darkness. He was pleasantly cocooned, wrapped up nice and safe, and everything smelled amazing.
“Mmm,” he said, snuggling closer to the source of warmth.
Unlike the rest of his nest, this part of his cocoon felt more solid. Not hard and unyielding like metal, but firm with some give. Fuzzy in some places, and not-fuzzy in others. He purred and pressed his face to the warmth, letting his fingers drift over the smooth wrinkles. Pillowcase?
Oddly enough, the pillowcase had bumps under it. Like bread rolls lined up all nice and straight, but there were only two rows of them.
The buns were warm though. Freshly baked? They didn’t smell like buns, but Mathlin didn’t care. He nuzzled into a wider, solid bun, mouthing at it.
The bun rose and fell beneath his face.
“Math,” someone murmured from somewhere far away, with a voice that was rich, dark, and amazing.
“Mmm,” Mathlin said, stroking his bread roll pillow.
Further down, the pillowcase turned into a stretch of fuzz. Beyond that, the fuzz became a thick band of solid cloth. Unpleasant. Mathlin moved his hand past that, where the pillow felt normal again.
His fingers bumped into something long and hard.
What was that? Why was it on his pillow?
Mathlin grumbled, sliding his fingers down its length. Air rushed somewhere above his head; his pillow jerked a little.
