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Drawing up to the glittering high-rise where his first appointment of the day awaited, Heath straightened his tie and tried to pull his thoughts together.

Damn Simon for getting him riled up after such a blissful morning spent cuddling naked with Adrien, laughing and licking fresh fruit juice out of his ripe, red mouth.

As he stepped out of the car, he nodded firmly. Simon was right in one way: everyone would have to know the truth eventually. But he was wrong in another: no one needed to know right now.

Heath made his choice.

Confession could wait.

Chapter Fifteen

ADRIEN RAN HIS hand along the wall of concrete tu

He turned around and headed back up the tu

The tu

His two favorite places were the garden, with all the roses of different colors and scents, and the tu

“You look beautiful in that light, little one.”

Heath’s voice brought Adrien out of his reverent study of the light, and he smiled to see his alpha standing at the end of the hallway. “You look handsome in that suit.” He waggled his brows as Heath strode to join him. “I want to rub all over it.”

Heath grabbed him in a kiss, and Adrien did just that, brushing his sensitive skin against the material that smelled so strongly of his alpha. It was a good, soft wool suit, made with quality and care. In his infatuation with

Heath’s suits, Adrien thought that when he returned to school, he might change his study focus from the cultural meaning in the design choices of Hontu handwoven fabrics and material art to studying the cultural meaning attached to the design of men’s suits. But that was bordering on a fashion focus and not an artistic one, not to mention it felt a bit fetishistic, given his current reaction to Heath in a suit.

“A quick fuck before di

“No,” Heath said, a quiver of amusement in his voice. “First, a walk in the garden, conversation, and then we’ll bond our flesh.”

“But I want you.” Adrien flicked what he hoped was a sexy look from beneath his lashes.

Heath growled. “I want you too, but you’ll follow my commands.

Understand?”

Adrien’s knees went weak. He loved following Heath’s commands.

Though he couldn’t say just why, exactly. It made him feel safe, like he had when he was a child and his father told him what to do, how to think, and what to feel. Eventually, that had chafed when he hit adolescence, and he’d found his father’s commanding attitude stifling. But now, pregnant and ripening, a little frightened but willing to trust Heath, he found his commands intoxicating.

So he gave in to them without too much thought.

Seeing that Heath was with Adrien, Simon left them alone. The garden was beautiful, and the roses ruffled in the breeze all around. Adrien removed his robe and left it on a bench, enjoying the gust of air on his skin. He could almost feel the sweet perfume of the roses, it floated so thickly around him, and reached out his hand to fondle a big bloom.

“What did you do today?” he asked Heath as he bent to take a deeper sniff of the red rose.

“Attended appointments in the city, visited my nephew’s school to clear up a problem there, and argued with Simon.” Heath said the last reluctantly, and he plucked the rose, using his nails to dislodge the thorns, before putting it behind Adrien’s ear.

“Arguing with Simon about what?”

“About the future. I haven’t told my brother yet about the baby.”

“Won’t he be happy for you?”

“He’ll be furious,” Heath said, his mouth widening in a tight smile.

“Utterly enraged.”

“Why?” Adrien was mystified. He’d always believed that babies were a gift. That’s what his father had taught him and what the religion of his youth had touted. He’d never thought of a child as anything but something to celebrate, even if he, himself, had often been terrified by the prospect of growing one inside his body and birthing it.

“Because his son Ned is my current heir. Once this little one is born”—

Heath touched Adrien’s stomach, his warm fingers stroking over the hair between Adrien’s navel and his pubic mound—“Lidell’s son will be displaced. You can see how that might get under his skin.”

Adrien frowned. “He must have expected you to try for a child yourself one day?” It seemed obvious to him that Heath would want an heir of his own. It was what every alpha was supposed to strive for, and it was taken for granted that every alpha would do just that.

“I may have made dramatic, emotional statements in the past when I was grieving that led him to believe otherwise.”

“Ah.” Adrien didn’t like to think of the baby Heath and his other omega had lost. It felt like it might jinx things for him, bring bad energy to his own pregnancy, and so he refused to ponder it much. But of course Heath had grieved the loss. He was selfish not to have considered how much it must have hurt him.

Heath touched Adrien’s cheek. “Do you think I should tell my brother?”

“I think that we have a lot of time yet before we’ll know if the baby will be born healthy, or if it will be an alpha so it can inherit—”

“I don’t believe in those laws.”

Adrien’s heart fluttered. “You believe omegas should be allowed to inherit?”

“I believe that my own child should take precedence of another no matter the sex.”

Adrien nodded, thinking about Heath’s words about Lidell. “Your brother’s anger would make you unhappy, and if you were unhappy that would bring tension into the nest. Maybe I’m selfish to say this, but I don’t know that causing your brother upset would really be beneficial to anyone right now. Once the child is born, healthy and strong, then you will have a better position to endure his rage. Don’t you think?”

“So you advocate keeping our nest free of upset?”

“Until the baby comes,” Adrien said, touching his stomach, which had started to feel taut from the pressure inside but which wasn’t bulging quite yet. “I have put aside my worries about school and my fears for the future.

I’ve taken your command to enjoy myself to heart. I want you, as much as possible, to do the same.”

Heath studied Adrien’s face intently and then nodded. “I’ll do all I can to keep your nest a place of peace.”

Adrien smiled and leaned against Heath. He nuzzled his neck, enjoying the soft scrape of his suit against skin. “Our nest,” he corrected. “I’m still pretending this is the place you built for me, for us.”

Heath wrapped his arms around Adrien and pulled him close. “You don’t need to pretend. This nest has never seen a happier moment than the ones we share together.” They stood in the soft evening sun, the rosebushes casting shadows that danced on Adrien’s skin.

“Did I tell you I used to want to be an architect?” Heath asked. “That I designed this nest myself?”

“No,” Adrien said, looking up with wonder. “Tell me about it now.”

They found a bench in the gazebo. Heath stroked Adrien’s naked body as he talked, bringing him up to a full erection. Adrien asked halting questions as Heath chatted like he wasn’t also erect inside his suit. “And then my parents died, and my duties as heir took over my life.”

“You were passionate about it,” Adrien said, squirming as Heath began giving him a slow hand job.

“I still enjoy dabbling in design. I’d like to build a house away from here one day. I’ve never loved living in this rococo monstrosity.”

“What kind of house?”

“I’m not sure yet. When I decide, I’ll start drafting plans for it.” He rubbed his thumb over Adrien’s cock, smearing the pre-cum around the head.

“When I was younger, I used to dream at night about a house,” Adrien said, his hips shifting up and down in rhythm. “Not fantasize, dream. When I was asleep.”

“What was it like?”

“By the sea. Open. Broad. A lot of light.” Adrien moaned and turned his face to hide it in Heath’s neck. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, I think you should.”

“I want to come with your cock in me.”

“That can happen later. Tell me more about this house.”

“The light was changeable…like…like the tu

“That’s good,” Heath whispered as Adrien came down from the sweet high. He indicated the cum on his pants. “Lick that up.”

Adrien hunched over and complied. His cum tasted different now that he was pregnant. It was less harsh like a salt-and-sour kick, more alluring like the sea. He hummed softly, wishing it was Heath’s cum, though. That always settled him down. Kept him flying high.

“You’re a good boy,” Heath whispered. “I could grow to…”

Adrien looked up, his heart feeling like it had been hooked by a fishing rod and jerked onto dry land. Please, he wanted to say. Please say you could care for me.