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Bruiser’s expression grew softer. He knelt in front of Uriel—knelt—and Uriel couldn’t move.

No alpha had knelt for him before.

“I realize that you’ve been reluctant to share Cassie with me, and I understand. I haven’t been around since her birth. I...” Bruiser heaved a sigh. “If there’s any chance you’d allow me to be her dad as well, I’d—I’d be really grateful.”

It was so unexpected that Uriel blurted, “I didn’t want you to take her away from me.”

Bruiser’s face fell. “I wouldn’t do that. I know I’ve been a jerk to you for the past year, and—and looking back on everything, you don’t deserve that sort of treatment. I really am sorry.”

Uriel chewed his lip. “You’re not solely at fault. I didn’t disclose all the facts to you. I fucked with you too.”

He hadn’t been able to admit to it before, but now that he was a little more comfortable with the alpha, the words came more easily.

Bruiser huffed, his gaze patient, a little amused. “I don’t need an answer immediately. Just...”

“Let me think about it,” Uriel said. “About the pregnancy, and Cassie.”

Bruiser nodded. “I should add that I’d like to court you.”

“M-me?” Uriel’s jaw dropped. “You know what I look like, right?”

He looked down at himself, only now remembering just how naked he was. All his scars were exposed, aching with their history and ugliness.

Bruiser’s gaze darkened. “You realize I’ve been coming back for more, right?”

He gestured between his own legs. When Uriel looked, he found Bruiser almost completely hard again.

That was... unbelievable.

“I’m not even doing anything sexy,” Uriel blurted.

“No. But you’re very capable. You’ve been in charge of this whole rescue operation, and I’m just here trying to help in any way I can. Besides...” Bruiser licked his lips. “You’re in heat.”

He leaned in and kissed Uriel’s knee, warm hands grasping Uriel’s legs to spread them open. Bruiser trailed kisses up Uriel’s thigh, taking Uriel’s soft cock into his mouth, at the same time he slipped his fingers under Uriel’s balls.

He pushed two fingers inside. Uriel’s breath rushed out.

“I’m helping to empty out my cum,” Bruiser murmured around his cock, dragging his fingertips down Uriel’s inner walls, like he was trying to scoop out his own cum. The way his fingers slid against Uriel’s rim though, it felt as though he was using his own cum as lube.

Uriel wasn’t sure what the alpha’s goal was, but suddenly Bruiser’s fingers were on his prostate, and it was all he could do to clamp his hands over his mouth, pleasure jolting up his spine.

Bruiser’s lips curved. “I want to see you come again,” he whispered, his fingers still stroking. “Love it when you shake apart for me. It’s as though you can’t help but come when I touch you.”

“P-prove it.” Uriel wanted to say he wasn’t that easy, but if he hadn’t already been sitting down, his legs would’ve given out under him. Bruiser’s fingers stole his voice; he massaged Uriel’s sweet spot both from the inside and the outside, his tongue circling around Uriel’s growing cock. Uriel clutched at Bruiser’s hair for dear life, crying out when he came.

“Perfect,” Bruiser said around his cock.

Then he made Uriel come again, and again.

“Holy f-fuck,” Uriel hissed, slumping back, his legs trembling.

Bruiser licked a wet stripe up his cock. “Had enough yet?”

“H-how do you do that?” Uriel whimpered. “I don’t come that easily.”

Bruiser gave his tip a wet, sinful kiss, flicking his tongue against his slit. “I pay attention to your sweet spots. Let me run you a shower.”

He stood up, and suddenly all Uriel could see was his hard, wet cock. Bruiser had been dripping precum for a while.