Page 55 of Bully for Sale
But Ezer wouldn’t be going back. Not ever.
And that was, Ned supposed, unfair. He knew Ezer struggled in some subjects, that he had a learning problem, but he also knew from the group projects they’d done together, and from secretly watching him work math problems for fun, that Ezer was not only a smart guy, but that he enjoyed learning.
Ned knew Lidell would tell him, and no doubt Ezer’s father would agree, Ezer could learn about child-rearing now. Or he could learn about how to be an omega to an alpha of the peerage, meaning how to make seating plans for dinner parties, and which omega friends to suck up to to further Ned’s future ambitions. That would be the normal way of it, if they had been older, and not teenagers, and were further along in their lives, like most couples when they brought a child into the world.
But for teenagers like them, that wasn’t an option.
Ned didn’t have a career yet. He didn’t have dinner parties. And he’d be damned if Lidell used Ezer as a substitute omega spouse forhiscareer and dinner parties. No, Ezer was his omega now, and he wasn’t going to share him with his father or demean him by treating him like a means to an end.
Ned frowned, thinking about how to occupy Ezer after the baby came. He knew that the period of pregnancy required rest, indulgence, relaxation, and fucking, but he couldn’t imagine Ezer being happy in the long term as just a da, just an omega waiting at home for his alpha’s life to begin.
Ezer was going to demand more from him.
Ned twitched, wondering how to solve that problem.
Now he understood why Ezer’s father had promised additional money for each child birthed. Handling Ezer wasn’t going to be easy. He was smart and hard to please. It was going to take a lot of thought and planning.
Good thing Ned hadn’t wanted an easy omega.
Because he sure as hell hadn’t gotten one.
PART THREE
Nesting
Chapter Twenty
“This isit?” Ezer asked, turning around in the spacious living room with three comfortable couches making aU within a big wall of windows showing off a view of the cliffs and sea. “This is where I’ll be for the next four months? This one room?”
At home, George had a two-story nesting area built in for his da and then Pete. And with only omega and beta sons, no alphas to threaten or see, George’s omegas had always enjoyed the full run of the house.
This nest was tiny in comparison.
Earl, the beta servant who’d been Ned’s nurse in childhood stiffened at Ezer’s harsh tone. He almost felt bad for the old man. It wasn’t that it wasn’t a nice room, a beautiful nest by many standards, but as the days at the beach had passed, Ezer had found himself feeling more and more claustrophobic and anxious whenever he was inside.
By the end, he’d demanded Ned let them sleep with the windows and doors open, and had even then felt too trapped, too hot, too full of Ned’s unwanted child to breathe properly.
Here, in the basement-level room on the edge of a cliff, he was literally below ground with only a glassed-in view of the outside world to let him know he wasn’t buried alive. No balcony, no garden, and no windows that opened to let in fresh air.
“There is a kitchen and a bedroom, sir,” Earl said, motioning off toward a hall leading deeper into the cliff, to what had to be an even more oppressive, windowless area.
Sweat slipped down his back. Ezer sucked in a breath and let it out.
“Where’s Ned?” he asked, again, though he already knew. It irked him that he’d feel so much better if Ned were with him now. It enraged him that he knew he’d be all right with being trapped in this claustrophobic nightmare of an underground nest if he’d just give in and let Ned fuck him, or allow him to come in his mouth, or at the very least, drink his cum from a glass. But he refused to give in. He was not going to lose control again. And if he gave even an inch, he would. He’d lose himself in the sex and the lust and the contentment that settled on all pregnant omegas, and he’d lose himself. He’d loseEzer.
He’d be the happy horny slut his father wanted, and while he knew it was inevitable—he’d have to give in—he needed to resist and stay himself for as long as possible. He didn’t want to forget that he hated Ned, and his father, and being pregnant. Not yet.
But he also didn’t want to suffer and grow sick, nor did he want to lose the baby which—for some insane reason—he felt a strong urge to keep safe from harm. Unwanted but wanted. The poor child was going to grow up as confused as Ezer had been if he wasn’t careful.
Had been? Try was. Ezer had never been more confused in his life.
Yet another sensation that would evaporate if he gave in and asked Ned to shoot a load down his throat. But he wasn’t ready yet, so he’d been making do with rubbing his naked body against Ned’s until they were both panting and dripping, and then he always put a stop to it.
He had to admit there was a beauty in Ned’s face when Ezer left him hanging—his dick veined and throbbing, his breath coming in harsh sobs, and his balls drawn up tight, along with his pebbled nipples.
All of that needing and yearning for Ezer.
And all of it rejected by Ezer, too.
