3. Very Light Nuts

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VERY LIGHT NUTS

Hector propped his hip against the doorjamb, smirking. "Someone's excited about his road trip."

Fang rolled his eyes. "I didn't request your opinion. Or company."

"Cluck cluck!" His butler leered. "Someone's grumpy today. After spending all night grunting and—"

"You could've chosen not to listen," Fang muttered, fighting off the heat creeping up his face.

"Oh, I could?" Hector's smile grew. "I could've listened for an intruder's faint footsteps and ignored the deafening groans and squeaking bed springs and—"

Why the hell had Fang followed his new friends' suggestions? Sure, Valor, Yaeger and the rest were great sports, inviting Fang into their circle of friends. They were upstanding people. They had good morals.

But their butlers were something else entirely.

Fang should've paid more attention when they'd complained about their butlers. He would've avoided the mess that was Hector coming to work for him. Hector had seemed so proper at first, his graying facial hair neatly-trimmed, his black-and-white suit held together with a bright red cummerbund... printed with rows and rows of rubber ducks.

Fang had been willing to overlook the ducks. Hector did provide excellent security. His hearing was much better than Fang's, and it was nice to let his guard down when he was home.

Until last night.

Because he couldn't stop thinking about Wren on full display, his small, bare body spread open and ready to be filled. His tight pink hole quivering and glistening, his small cock flushed and dripping.

He would've taken Fang's cock so well; he would come with Fang inside him, thrusting deep.

Wren would continue to be on display over the next few days, whenever Fang wanted. He would bend over and show Fang his hole; he would put a toy into his ass whenever Fang asked.

Fang shoved those thoughts aside before he grew hard again.

The thing was, he didn't intend to make Cartfalls his permanent home. He'd been alone for years, moving from one place to the next. He'd landed a good job at the Center, though. Enough that he thought he'd stay for a while before moving on again.

Just that he hadn't gotten to watch an omega in ages. An omega who would bend to Fang's wishes, an omega who would let Fang scrutinize any part of him. Especially his most sensitive, vulnerable spots.

Last night, Fang had pretended that Wren could be his. His to decorate with toys, his to fuck open and pleasure.

His to protect and provide for.

The one thing Fang would put down roots for, was a mate.

He shoved his hand against Hector's face and pushed him roughly away. "It was just a couple of times."

Hector judged him with a raised eyebrow. "Try five times. Nonstop. The bed springs squeaked all night. I'm sure you must be moving around real easy today with how light your nuts must be."

His ears burning, Fang turned away to check that he had all the baby clothes they'd need. He'd gotten a car seat, too. And formula. And diapers.

Maybe it was overkill, but... he couldn't wait to see Wren's expression when he realized just how prepared Fang was for their trip.

It would be a good trip. Especially when Fang could sniff and watch Wren to his heart's content.

"Shut up," Fang said.

Hector grinned.