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Aksel was growling as he fucked him harder and harder, the slick sounds of Lucien’s hole vulgar and filthy, but Lucien’s heart felt in heaven. It somehow felt like the most dirty, obscene act in the world and the most sacred. This was Aksel taking his body, his Aksel, his love—

Aksel’s knot started inflating inside him and Lucien sobbed out and came hard. His spent cock went soft, but his body kept shivering with mini-orgasms with every spurt from Aksel’s cock as his knot locked them up. So thick. So good. So, so good.

For a long, blissful while, it was the only thought in Lucien’s head. He felt so good. So perfect. Everything was perfect with the world.

He barely registered Aksel pulling him into his arms and pressing Lucien’s face against his throat.

“I’m sorry,” Aksel said. His voice sounded like his own again, but it seemed to come from very far away.

“What for?” Lucien slurred, unable to open his eyes. Huh. So this was what people meant when they used the phrase “fucked silly.” He’d never really believed that omegas could get high from being knotted by a compatible alpha. Until Aksel.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Aksel said, sounding unusually grim for a man who’d had marathon sex for most of the night. “None of this.”

“Why not?” Lucien mumbled, mouthing his pec.

“I’ve never wanted to hurt you. Or scare you.”

“You can never scare me, darling,” Lucien murmured. “My darling.”

He knew he should shut up. He couldn’t risk saying something he would regret later.

But he also knew this would remain true: he would never be scared of Aksel, no matter how he looked.

He would always love him, no matter what.

Always.

“Kiss me,” Lucien whispered, feeling clingy.

Aksel stared at him for a moment before leaning down and kissing him, again, and again, and again.

Chapter Thirteen

Lucien knew he was losing control of what was going on. He knew that his sexual relationship with Aksel could no longer be described as casual by any stretch of the imagination. It frightened him. And it made him giddy. He caught himself smiling randomly at odd times, unable to contain his happiness.

But at the same time, a part of him couldn’t trust this happiness. Part of him waited for the other shoe to drop. It wasn’t normal for him to be so content, to feel so good about himself, so happy. Part of him didn’t expect it to last.

And of course, it didn’t.

But it blew up in his face in a way Lucien hadn’t expected at all.

It took him longer than it should have to realize that Dainiri was at its full phase and yet he wasn’t experiencing any symptoms of a heat. He should have been experiencing the usual symptoms: the high sensitivity and higher libido, the moodiness and need for comfort. He might be on very strong suppressants, but even the strongest suppressants couldn’t entirely suppress a Dainiri omega’s heat.

Lucien felt a twinge of anxiety. He couldn’t be... he couldn’t be pregnant, could he?It was highly unlikely for a male omega to get pregnant outside of a heat.But not impossible.Especially when it was a Dainiri omega and the partner was a Xeus alpha—the pairing that was considered the most fertile. It wasn’t impossible.

Not impossible.

His heart beating faster, Lucien made an appointment with his doctor.

On the way to the clinic, he could barely think of anything else. The mere idea of... of being pregnant again... It didn’t make him nauseated and scared as it had decades ago. It would be Aksel’s baby. A baby given to him by Aksel...A baby he could give to Aksel. A cute little baby with Aksel’s blue eyes and dark hair. Something they had createdtogether.

And God, he... He wanted that. Lucien pressed his hands to his stomach and smiled helplessly.

His smile was gone when his doctor shook her head after running a quick blood test. “You’re not pregnant, Lucien.”

Oh.

Lucien blinked, feeling lost—and ridiculously disappointed.He’d been so convinced that he was pregnant.

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