Page 28 of Slow Birth
“It’s interesting,” Vale said.
It was more than interesting. It was the best time he’d had with Yule and Miner in a week or more. No coddling questions like, “What have you eaten?” or “Do you need help during the day?” or “Can I sit with you tomorrow and bring you fresh fruit?” He was going to go mad if they kept doting on him so much. This filthy discovery of his in-laws’ youthful debaucheries was a welcome reprieve from all of that.
At least for him. Jason looked like he wanted to die.
“There was this one alpha,” Yule said. “Iri Pomeroy. A real brute of a guy. Lost the wrestling matchesall the time, though. I swear he did it on purpose. Squealed when we fucked him, but always came in his shorts like he—”
“All right. We’re leaving,” Miner said, throwing his napkin down.
“Oh, no! But this was just getting good,” Vale exclaimed. Jason rose as well, obviously eager to end the torture.
“I don’t think any of us need to hear this,” Miner muttered.
“I do!” Vale said.
Yule laughed. “See, Miner? He wants to know.”
“I don’t!” Jason exclaimed. “I’m going to need to drink the rest of our liquor cabinet just to get these images out of my head.”
“Such a prude,” Yule said to Vale with a sad shake of his head. “I hope he’s not like this as your alpha.”
“He’s plenty filthy,” Vale said with a wink.
“And now I really do want to go. Now.” Miner said with a shudder. “Both of you are being too…too…” He flung his hands out as if trying to throw away their entire conversation and everything that Vale and Yule were being.
“Yeah,” Jason agreed, motioning toward the door. “Thanks for bringing the takeout, but it’s time to go home.”
Yule sighed, kissed Vale’s cheek as he passed him, and whispered, “Call me tomorrow, and I’ll tell you the rest. Some very powerful men liked to bottom. I could rule this city if I wanted to name names.”
“Good thing you’re content to make cars,” Miner said, taking Yule by the arm and tugging him away.
“I have nothing to hide,” Yule said. “I never lost.”
Miner just shook his head, and with Jason’s help, they steered Yule toward the door. “Don’t worry, I’ll drive,” Miner said, patting Jason’s shoulder with an apologetic look. Then he turned to Vale and rolled his eyes. “As for you…I don’t know why I expected you not to encourage him.”
Vale smiled and rubbed his hand over his belly, which had grown quite a bit over the last few days. “I’m a bored, homebound, pregnant omega. Of course, I’m going to encourage him.”
Miner bussed Vale’s cheeks. “I’ll be over tomorrow with fruit for you and the baby.”
“You don’t—”
And then he was gone, pulling Yule along with him and shaking his head as Yule continued to crow all the way to the car about the fun he’d had wrestling alphas into submission.
“I need a drink,” Jason said, passing the dining room with a wave of his hands. “I’ll get the plates later.”
“Did you ever wrestle for the chance to—” Vale began as he sat down in the wingback chair while Jason poured a tumbler of whiskey for himself.
“No!” Jason sighed. “I never saw sex like that. The one time I felt that way, felt the alpha expression, it bothered me. I didn’t want to feel that again.”
“It happened with Xan?”
“At the end. The last time.” He shook his head, a sad expression falling on his face. “It’d never been like that with us, and I wasn’t happy about what I’d done. Or how it felt to do it. I don’t understand alphas who like it.”
Vale smiled as Jason took his whiskey and started to lay a fire. The room was chilly as the autumn fell deeper. Soon there would be Autumn Night Feasts to plan. Normally, he hosted one for his friends before the feast dates, then they went to Jason’s parents’ on the actual dates, but this year he wasn’t sure.
“I love that you see sex as something sacred, even when it was with your friend.”
Jason glanced over his shoulder from where he was arranging the logs. “I had plenty of sex with betas, too, you know. I admit I used them more than I ever used Xan. I’m not an angel, Vale.”
