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“Arousal was not included in the construct’s specs,” Huxton said, confused. “Does this have to do with your... problem?”

“Fuck,” Zenith muttered. “That seems more likely. I’ll just—” he jerked his thumb at the mansion “—go upstairs.”

He jogged up the front steps, twitching.

“Are you hurt?” Emre said, taking a step forward. “Do you need help?”

Zenith leveled a dark, scorching look at him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

An answering thrill shot through Emre’s body. “I think we can find a solution that’ll work for both of us.”

Zenith exhaled shakily. “Fuck.”

He grabbed Emre around the waist, and swept him off his feet.

19

ZENITH’S RUT PROBLEM

“What about the pups?!”Emre squawked as Zenith carried him through the mansion.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Huxton said cheerfully.

“Why does that make memorewary?” Emre said.

“Because I’m going to teach them some fun songs? Three pairs of innocent ears!” Huxton’s voice rose with glee.

“You’re lucky Uriel can’t hear you right now,” Emre said, pressing his face against Zenith’s shoulder. “And Bean still can’t hear you anyway. Oh gods. What am I getting myself into?”

“We’ll undo his damage when we get back downstairs,” Zenith promised. “Hux knows how to feed and clean a pup. He’s very experienced.”

“Hey!” Huxton said from downstairs, but he was already humming and wheeling Buttwheel somewhere else.

Satisfied that his pups were in questionably good hands, Emre sagged into Zenith’s arms, gripping Zenith’s slippery shirt to inhale his scent. “I’m getting giant dick cum all over me.”

“Mmm.” Zenith rumbled, lowering Emre so his hip slid against Zenith’s thick bulge.

Emre’s breath caught. He wriggled his hand into Zenith’s pants, closing it around his hot, hard length. It was velvety and warm, and he hadn’t touched it in far too long. “I need this inside me.”

“Fuck,” Zenith groaned. “I’ll need to do an inspection first, sweetheart.” But his cock jerked eagerly, and warmth flared in Emre’s body.

Zenith jogged up the stairs and down the hallway, kicking his bedroom door shut behind them. Then he carefully lowered Emre to the bed. Emre reached out again, cupping Zenith’s bulge through his pants. It was amazing that Zenith let him, that Zenith’s breath hitched when Emre ran his hand up and down his cock.

“It’s so big,” Emre whined.

Zenith’s breath rushed out; his cock jerked against Emre’s hand, growing hotter. “Shower first.”

But he didn’t move away.

So Emre leaned in, rubbing his face all over Zenith’s bulge. It was musky, and it made Emre wet. “I’m shameless. Oh gods.”

Zenith wound his fingers through Emre’s hair and rutted against his face, silently commanding Emre to accept that intimacy, to accept the scent of Zenith’s cock all over his face.

Emre’s pants grew tight. He panted and huffed down that scent, trying to lick Zenith through his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so eager,” Zenith breathed. He reached down and tugged Emre’s clothes off, leaving him completely naked. Emre leaned back and spread his legs.

Then he saw his belly—it was still a significant bump.