Page 56 of His Captor

“Dad did?” I blinked in surprise. Our dad only dealt with the firm’s most prestigious clients.

“Yep,” Simon nodded. “Obviously, I can’t say anything more about it.”

“Obviously,” I said, wishing Simon wasn’t such a goody-goody.

“Can you tell me who won the case?” Mace asked.

Simon winced and rubbed the back of his neck, then said, “I guess it’s public record. Our client won. The judge said—” He paused. “No, I don’t think I can get into all that. Just…our client won.”

“That’s all I need to know,” Mace said, way more energized by Simon’s unhelpful statement than I was. In fact, I was annoyed that Simon refused to say more.

Then again, I was annoyed with everything, my belly itched, my feet hurt, and I wanted my body back.

Mace evidently thought my grouchy expression was meant for him. “It means that Victory can be defeated,” he said. “It means there is a legal way to fight back against Colin. Nobody will get hurt.”

Things clicked for me. This whole time, Mace hadn’t been certain he would be able to win against Colin, not now that he had his new friends. Simon’s tiny little statement had given him hope that things would work out after all. And if they worked out for the company, they might work out for us.

“What if you got our family’s law firm to defend you in this case?” I asked, glancing between my brother and my alpha. “Can you do that? Dad and Papa have experience with Victory Holdings. Would that be of any help to you?”

“It might,” Mace said.

“I’m just a paralegal way far down the ladder, and Dad and Papa aren’t taking new clients, but I can put you in touch with one of the other partners,” Simon said. “I know the whole firmabsolutely hates Victory Holdings, so they might be eager to take another bite out of them.”

Simon and Mace exchanged information. I loved it on several levels. Not only did it mean Mace might be able to fight back against the people trying to mess with him, I loved seeing my brother and my alpha getting along. It boded well for the future.

It even boded well when Simon left after only half an hour, deliberately not sticking around when I was certain he’d come over to hang out.

“I think he likes you,” I told Mace, leaning against the changing table he’d just finished.

“I like him,” Mace said, a look of buzzing excitement in his eyes.

I smirked. “Should I be jealous? Are you planning to knock up both of us and start a harem of omegas and babies?”

“Absolutely not,” Mace said, though the way he stalked closer to me and ended up pinning me against the changing table said otherwise when it came to the whole making babies thing. “I already have an omega. I don’t need another.”

“Oh, you have me, do you?” I teased, my libido already jumping up and volunteering for sex duty.

“I do,” Mace said.

He planted his hands on the edge of the table on either side of me and leaned in to slam a kiss over my lips. He had to stand at a slightly awkward angle to kiss me with my belly in the way, but he managed the whole thing nicely.

Even better, he didn’t seem to want to stop after one kiss. The sexual tension we’d been fighting all week combined with the sudden promise of being able to beat Colin at his own game had clearly made him as horny as I’d been for longer than I could count.

“Okay, part of me wants to be all smooth and suave and coy about this,” I said breathlessly, looping my arms over hisshoulders, “but the rest of me is boiling with hormones and hasn’t been fucked for nearly nine months now, so I’m just going to come out with it.”

“Yes, I want to fuck you,” Mace said, tugging me away from the changing table and steering me toward the bedroom. “No, I don’t care if you’re almost nine months pregnant and as big as a house. I think your enormous body is sexy as hell, and I want my hands and mouth all over it.”

“Fine by me,” I panted, already tugging at the hem of my T-shirt.

Clothes came off in a hurry. I wasn’t particularly nimble and I didn’t think there was much I could do to help, but Mace evidently didn’t need my help. He definitely wanted to do it all himself, and that included figuring out how to work the clasp of the pregnancy bra I wore to contain my burgeoning chest.

Once he popped the clasp and tugged off the bra, I had a half second of embarrassment as my nipples began to leak. It was only half a second, because before I knew it, Mace had me pressed against the side of the crib for balance while he crouched just so and closed his mouth over one of my breasts.

I practically howled in response to the burst of pleasure that filled me. I’d never cared much one way or another about growing breasts. It was just something that happened to pregnant, male omegas. I knew they’d go away once the baby was weened, so I’d never really integrated them into my body image.

But now, with Mace’s tongue laving one nipple and the suction his mouth created as he swallowed, I prayed that they’d stay right where they were so I could feel this amazing pleasure over and over.

It didn’t stop there. Mace paused for breath and to peel his shirt off over his head. As he did, I fumbled to shove my elastic-waist jeans down and to kick them aside so that I was completely naked for him.

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