Page 19 of Nanny Omega

“Listen,” Xander insisted.

Hicks tilted his head, holding perfectly still as he focused. A moment passed. “Nope. Nothing. It’s perfect. You did it,” Hicks said, eyes gleaming. “I didn’t think I’d like the square design—especially since your other bots were all cylindrical—but this one’s got character. It’s clean, compact… kinda charming, actually.”

Xander opened his mouth to argue, but before he could speak, Vina’s voice cut in from the doorway.

“The nurse is here,” she announced.

The tension he’d felt hours ago returned with a vengeance, pulling on his shoulder muscles.

“Thank you, Vina. Is everything ready?” Xander asked as he stood up from the mountain of boxes on the floor, the assembled waste bot in his hands. He turned to hand it over to Hicks, who quickly scrambled to his feet, kicking the boxes across the floor in his rush to get up. His arms and legs went every which way as he grasped the air, fighting to remain upright. Laughter erupted from Xander’s mouth, the sound abrupt and loud, and it took him by surprise. He turned to Hicks to apologize when the alpha took the waste bot from him, a chortle of delight shaking his shoulders.

“It’s good to hear you laugh again, Master,” he said, moving to the door with a spring in his step Xander hadn’t seen in a while. “I’ll take this to Fury. He’s going to go nuts.”

“What’s with him?” Vina asked.

“I have no idea,” Xander said with a shake of his head, a tiny smile playing at his lips.

“He’s right, though. You haven’t smiled in a while. I hope things work out tonight. I want to see Benjn healthy again,” she said, a catch in her voice. She blinked rapidly, looking around the room, and then she gasped in mock horror as she bent to her waist to pick up a foamy piece of a box from the floor. “Look at the mess you two made.”

“Sorry. We got a little excited. I should clean up.” Xander moved to do so, but Vina waved him away.

“Go, go. Don’t keep Ersa waiting. I’ll clean up here.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“No. It’s fine. I need something to do, or I’ll go crazy. Go, I’ll take care of this mess.”

“Okay,” Xander said. He made his way to his room and started to pull off his clothes as soon as the door closed behind him, his mind focused on one goal: make tonight work. In the washroom, he quickly got cleaned up, his jaw set in a hard line of determination. He got dressed in his sleeping clothes, his every movement turned mechanical as though he were detaching himself from reality. The nearer he got to the stairs, the more it felt like he was retreating, his mind withdrawing from the weight of what awaited below. The door to the guest room was slightly open, and Ersa, dressed in white loose-fitted sleeping clothes, stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on the newly changed sheets and his brows furrowed as if he were trying to solve a very complicated problem.

“Are you okay?” Xander asked, his fingers wrapping around the edge of the door. When he stepped into the room, Ersa’s scent hit like a punch to the gut. Xander recoiled, and his grip on the door tightened, the hard metal digging into his palm. He held his breath, but the sweet and spicy scent swirled around his face, the dark, woodsy notes finding their way into his lungs despite his efforts.

Don’t get excited, Xander told himself, shutting the door.

“Yes,” Ersa said, glancing over his shoulder at him, a tight smile pulling at his lips. “My heat has already started. I didn’t think the heat-inducing hormones were that strong.”

“I know, I can smell it.”

“Smell it?” Ersa placed his arms on his chest defensively.

Xander laughed, the sound awkward and tight. “I’m an aggressive alpha. Of course I can smell it. I’m sure you’ve heard about our heightened senses. Even suppressants can’t dampen them.”

“Of course,” Ersa said, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. “I think we should…”

“Yes,” Xander said as he pushed through the awkward tension in the room and watched Ersa pull off his clothes, starting with his pants and underwear. His movements were slow and hesitant as he revealed his toned thighs and ass. Next, his top fell to the floor, revealing a snug compression band wrapped tightly around his torso. With a quick tug on a hidden fastener, the fabric loosened and unraveled.

Xander’s breath caught. His eyes widened as the band dropped away, revealing the soft, generous curve of Ersa’s chest. For a moment, he simply stared, stunned into silence, desire rushing through his body as he watched Ersa pull back the covers and slip into bed.

Let’s get this over and done with, Xander thought as he dragged his clothes off in quick, jerky movements. When he climbed onto the bed, he reached for Ersa, dragging the covers off the omega. Awkward tension hung between them as they stared at each other.

Shit.

“Let me…” Xander said as he tried to carefully slide between Ersa’s thighs.

“Just…” Ersa said, wiggling from under him to position himself on his hands and knees. The moment Ersa shifted, Xander’s instincts roared to life—a fierce, primal urge to pin him down. His muscles tensed, and his hands itched to reach out, to seize and hold. But he forced himself to stay still, his jaw tightening as he battled the overwhelming need. His voice came out rough, strained. “Don’t move.”

Ersa ignored him, buried his face into the pillow, and arched his back as he lifted his plump ass into the air, his knees spread wide, giving Xander a clear view of his dripping hole.

Fuck, Xander silently groaned as desire burned through his veins, potent and hot, and his hard cock throbbed.

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