Titan’s gaze sharpened. “What kinds of things?”
“I can’t answer that!” Mathlin’s face burned. “Things!”
Titan stepped close again, and Mathlinknewhis own pupils were dilating.
“Things!” He flailed.
“Things like this?” Titan rumbled, his voice going low, his bare cock nudging against Mathlin’s front.
Andtherewas that going-into-heat feeling again. Like Mathlin’s bones were melting, just a little.
“M-maybe!” he squeaked.
The alpha’s lips twitched. “Noted.” And he stepped out of the bathroom like he hadn’t just reduced Mathlin’s legs to jelly.
Mathlin stumbled after him, turning on the bedroom light. In the crib, Jannie remained peacefully asleep. “How did she not wake up after all that?”
Because he had been a little loud, maybe.
Titan huffed. “Cribs in our pack have been spelled to filter out sounds. They don’t remove all sound, just the loud, disruptive ones.”
Like Mathlin’s moans, probably. “Oh.”
“C’mon, let’s get dressed. Pack Jannie’s things and we’ll get going.”
“How are we getting to the bakery from here?”
The answer arrived in the form of a car, engine warm and purring. Hamilton struck a pose with one skinny leg sticking out through the driver’s side window. “You should pose like this, Titan,” the shapeshifter said, eyebrows waggling. “It looks sexy. I bet all the omegas will thirst after your shapely ankles.”
“They’re just normal ankles,” Mathlin said.
Titan snorted, his mouth curving into a grin. “Math’s right. They’re just ankles.”
“Not to the thousands of thirsty omegas out there. You should oil yourself up too, make those pecs really pop.” Hamilton leered. “You could pose on this car almost naked, and they would fall over themselves to see you on OnlyFangs.”
Titan hummed. If it weren’t for the reluctance in his eyes, Mathlin would have been envious at the idea of every other omega trying to get their hands on Titan.
Actually, they still could. It wasn’t as though Titan belonged to Mathlin.
“I’ll save that for when I get really desperate,” Titan said. He eased onto the passenger seat when Mathlin opened the door for him, turning to watch when Mathlin clipped Jannie into her car seat. Then they were driving off, leaving the pack grounds.
“Thanks, Ham,” Titan said quietly. “You didn’t have to wake up at this ungodly hour too.”
Hamilton waved dismissively. “One day, when you’re rich again, you can hire me back as your minion.”
“You used to be rich?” Mathlin blurted.
Titan sighed. “It’s a long story.”
Hamilton coughed. “I’m sure long things only serve to encourage omegasmore.Besides, you’ve got a car ride ahead of you.”
Another sigh. Titan met Mathlin’s gaze through the rearview mirror. “I used to be a lawyer.”
“You were alawyer?!” Mathlin squeaked. He had trouble picturing Titan in a suit and tie, standing in some stuffy courtroom. The Titan he knew showed up at pack meetings lightly dusted in flour, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
“I was.” Titan’s mouth twisted. “Our firm specialized in criminal defense, but I only took on cases where I was sure the client was telling the truth. I was pretty good at negotiating for them, too.”
“You defended criminals?” Mathlin asked, confused.
