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“So long as it’s not the same alpha again and again, it’s fine. We can’t risk feelings arising from it, but as far as getting his itch scratched, well, no one will blame him even if word gets out back home. Pregnant omegas are horny omegas, and that’s just the way of it. Kerry’s a resourceful one. He’s got pluck. I admire that.”
“He’s fucking a stranger in that room with our grandchild in the middle of it. There arediseases, Lukas! What if he catches something! What if it damages the baby?”
“That alpha’s fine, Monte. He doesn’t have any sickness. Plus, he’s got the right priorities.”
“You don’t even know him!”
“I scented him. Sometimes that’s all the information an alpha needs. He’s going to take care of Kerry tonight, and from the smell of things in that room, he was doing a damn good job of it. Don’t worry. Our grandbaby will be all the better off for it. Come on, love. Letmetake care ofyoutonight. You can pretend you’re pregnant again, and we can…” His words fell away to whispers.
Monte protested, though. “How can you think about that…when…” There was a thud of a body being pushed up against the wall beside the door. Breathless kissing sounds ensued, and then, “Oh,oh…well, all right.”
Janus and Kerry stood huddled together by the door until they heard the door of Lukas and Monte’s suite open and close down the hall. The baby kicked hard, making Kerry gasp and Janus put his hand down low to settle it. As always, the baby seemed to calm as soon as his palm made contact. No more flutters, kicks, or jabs.
Kerry started to relax again, too, but he still shook, and not with the aftereffects of fantastic sex like before, but with fear.
“Oh, wolf-god, what if they take this as proof that I need Wilbet to—” He convulsed with anxiety and Janus caught him before he fell to the ground. “Monte wants that. He wants his son home. He doesn’t care. He doesn’tcare, Janus.”
“Lukas does,” Janus said, hauling Kerry to his feet again and guiding them both to the wrecked and soaked bed. “If he thinks you’re picking up high-class men from the trains, he’ll be satisfied.”
“But how? That’s not necessarily safe. We both know it.”
“It’s probably just as safe for your baby as letting Wilbet have at you. If anyone is likely to damage the child, it’s his father.”
Kerry shuddered and squirmed, unable to relax down onto the bed. Janus gathered him from behind, forcing him into the position of the little spoon, and crooned softly in his ear. It was a lullaby his pater had sung to him, and Kerry started to unwind, slowly but surely.
The scent of slick release rose again, and Janus slowly unbuttoned his pants, positioning his cock so that it was resting against Kerry’s hole. He paused his song to say, “It’s up to you.”
And Kerry shifted one leg forward and his ass back, letting the tip of Janus’s cock slide inside his tight, hot hole, and then he whispered, “Make love to me, Janus. Please.”
Janus’s heart exploded in his chest, like confetti made from shards of glass tearing him up inside. He shoved his cock in deep and hard, holding it steady there, feeling the way Kerry’s body thrummed around him.
“I’ll make love to you all night,” Janus whispered. “Hold tight. You’ve never felt anything like this, sweetheart.”
By the time Kerry passed into sleep five hours later, the moon was shining through the curtains, and Janus had fucked him while he had sobbed his way through so much delicious pleasure that he’d confessed on a broken breath that he didn’t know how he was supposed to live without it now.
Janus, his dick still buried deep inside Kerry’s sleeping form, felt much the same.
He considered the problem of the Monhundys and Kerry’s contract. He’d let himself become so distracted by the sexual congress between them that he hadn’t done all he should to engage an attorney on the matter. He knew just who to ask, too, and resolved to place a phone call to his cousin before leaving Blumzound.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“There are severalattorneys that Heelies Enterprises has relationships with,” Ray said, his voice sounding tinny but concerned down the telephone line. “But I think, for these matters, you’ll want a beta, someone friendly to the cause and friendly to the family. Have you heard of Xan’s friend Yosef Deckel? He’s been working off and on with some omega freedom groups, and I spoke to him a few years ago regarding some, well, interest I had in an omega living in a difficult situation. He wasn’t as useful as he could have been, but that was the omega’s fault, not Yosef’s.”
Janus wanted to ask more about that, but he was running low on time. Each minute cost money, and he was nearly out of money after the new-to-him clothes, the night in the hotel for a room he didn’t even sleep in, and now this phone call to his cousin Ray, the CEO, and brains of Heelies Enterprises.
“I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of time, Ray, and I’m running out of coin to continue this call. Is there any way you’d be willing to have this attorney contact me by post? It’ll take a little longer, but given the expense of a call like this one, and the current state of my finances, I think it’ll be the best we can do for now.”
Ray was silent for a moment and then asked, “Are you all right up there, Janus?”
“Getting by just fine.” Another tick of the timer had the owner of the phone reaching out a grubby hand for another coin. Janus reluctantly handed one over. He only had a few left, and the meager savings in his bank account needed to go toward board at Monk’s House and, possibly, toward this Yosef for Kerry’s attorney. Assuming Kerry and Zeke needed help paying for him.
“All right, well, you know you have my support. I’m not entirely dependent on Father. I have my own savings. If you—”
“I’m all right,” Janus said again. “I don’t want to be beholden to you or anyone. I’m going to make it on my own.”
“Of course you are, but you don’t have to suffer until you get there. Your family has your back.”
Janus winced. He didn’t deserve Ray’s loyalty, not after what he’d said and done to his baby brother, but perhaps Xan had kept all that ugliness to himself. If so, that was another thing Janus didn’t deserve. “Thank you, cousin. I’m grateful to you. I won’t need any help for myself, but maybe for my friend. The omega in question.”
