Page 79 of The Pregnant Wolf Omega Next Door

Emre grabbed Buttwheel and ran for the mansion. It was a good thing he did—globs of white fluid landed around Bruiser in a wide radius, splashing onto Uriel, Huxton, Zenith, and the cars around them. But Bruiser got the most of it.

“What the fuck?!” Bruiser scooped the thick fluid out of his eyes, grimacing.

At least the giant cock had disappeared.

Uriel coughed lightly. “That was in its... programming, you could say. It wasn’t going to vanish without a happy ending.”

“I’ll show you a happy ending,” Bruiser muttered.

“No thanks,” Uriel said, turning away. “But now you owe me.”

White fluid had smeared down Uriel’s front, gluing his shirt to the contours of his chest. Bruiser’s gaze dropped briefly to Uriel’s chest; he looked away the next second.

Emre had definitely not imagined that. He caught Zenith’s eye; Zenith had noticed it too.

The moment the iron gates were shut behind them, Zenith turned an accusatory look on Huxton.

Huxton fluttered his lashes and looked innocent. “What?”

Zenith pointed two fingers at his own eyes, then aimed them at his butler.I’m watching you.

Huxton shrugged.

“How the hell did someone get their hands on a construct like that?” Uriel muttered, completely missing Zenith’s silent warning. “That was a targeted attack.”

“Maybe Bruiser made enemies,” Zenith said mildly. “With a mouth like his, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Me neither,” Uriel said sourly. “Pain in the ass.”

“Very much so,” Zenith agreed. “Gods help the person who ends up tangled with him.”

Uriel shuddered. He turned toward the mansion, shoulders up, spine straight. “If it’s okay with you, Zenith, I’d like to borrow your shower for a bit.”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Zenith said. “Huxton will make sure you get a change of clothes.”

“Thanks.” Uriel glanced at his baby in Buttwheel’s cargo basket. Then he raised his eyebrows at Emre.

“We’ve got you,” Emre said. “Go shower.”

Uriel flashed a quick smile and disappeared into the mansion.

Emre wanted to ask why Uriel disliked Bruiser so much. Maybe Uriel would tell him eventually? He turned to Zenith and said quietly, “Now I see what you mean about the betting and the book and everything.”

Zenith’s smile was crooked. “I don’t envy them.”

His gaze lingered on Emre, growing warmer. A blush rose to Emre’s cheeks.

“I want to hug you,” Zenith said lowly. “But I’m covered in magic cum.”

He was. Even though he wasn’t as completely drenched as Bruiser had been, there were still huge smears all over his clothes, translucent white fluid that darkened his shirt and made his nipples pebble.

“It’s not... filled with aphrodisiac, is it?” Emre said suspiciously.

“Nope,” Huxton said, just as drenched.

Zenith bit his lip. Then he shuddered, his pupils dilating. His cock grew thick behind his pants.

Zenith glanced at Huxton, who frowned.