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What kind of alpha did that?

Especially an alpha Uriel had been fighting with for months?

Uriel bit his lip, trying to pull himself back together.

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HOW TO COURT AN OMEGA

Bruiser had to duck into the bathroom and jerk off real quick because fuck, that had been scorching hot.

Of all the possible reasons he’d come up with, as to why Uriel could hate him, it hadn’t been that Uriel was an omega. A secret omega who had some severely repressed needs, and he’d been taking it out on Bruiser.

Now that Bruiser knew, it put everything in a new perspective.

Uriel wanted him. Or at least, Uriel needed Bruiser for some kind of release. He’d grown wet when Bruiser rutted against him in his sleep, and he’d fallen apart in the kitchen, begging and mewling and coming so many times on Bruiser’s cock.

Fuck, Bruiser had to stop thinking, or he would need to jerk off again.

It wasn’t every day that an omega came immediately when he was barely even inside them. The way Uriel had writhed, his hole sucking and clenching... The way he had shoved himself onto Bruiser’s cock and come when Bruiser described breeding him...

Bruiser fell back against the bathroom wall, stroking his cock desperately.

When he was done coming his brains out, he brushed his teeth and washed his hands, heading back to the living room so he could place a delivery order.

Cassie was in her playpen, huge eyes watching him.

“Hey,” Bruiser said, waving a little. Uriel probably didn’t want him talking too much to his kid.

Thoughts connected in his mind, though—Uriel was a mage. If he was an omega, then... he had to have slept with an alpha dragon, to have Cassie.

His instincts rumbled unhappily.

He turned away and pulled up the diner’s website on his phone, selecting some dishes that sounded good. Then he went back to the bedroom. “Is there anything in particular that you want for breakfast? Waffles, omelets, pancakes, sausage?”

“Sausage,” Uriel said, and made a choking sound. He pressed his face against the bed, still sprawled exactly where Bruiser had left him. “No. Not that. Um. Toast? Hot chocolate. Oh! You should get the baked beans for yourself,” the omega said, the corner of his lips twitching. “With strawberries and chocolate sprinkles.”

Bruiser narrowed his eyes. “I’ll only eat that if you agree to eat it too. Every last mouthful.”

Uriel stared at him, as though he was trying to tell if Bruiser was bluffing. “Fine.”

“Fine.” Bruiser eyed him. Then he put in the order with its special instructions, half-expecting the diner staff to completely ignore the weird request. “More fried chicken?”

Uriel licked his lips. “They probably don’t sell it this early.”

“Can’t hurt to try.” Bruiser found it on the menu and added it too. When the online cart had everything they both wanted, he placed the order. “It’ll be here in an hour.”

Uriel groaned into the bed. “What do you mean, I have to wait an hour?”

Bruiser snorted. “You’re welcome to the leftover cakes from yesterday.”

“Mmm.” Uriel began the slow process of prying himself off the bed.

Bruiser was about to leave the bedroom when something niggled at the back of his mind. Something smelled familiar. Something about Uriel...

Maybe he was remembering it wrongly, but Uriel kind of smelled like Aerie. That ozone scent, sort of like burnt electronics, the scent of lightning and magic.

Maybe I’m just projecting, he told himself.