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“Sadly, I don’t think I have the ingredients for pancakes anymore.”

“We’ll find something else. And, ah, maybe take turns washing up again and cleaning the cum off the kitchen floor.”

Theo made a face as he took in the destruction. “Heats are always so messy.”

“You can go first. I think you got the brunt of the flour anyways. I’ll start on the kitchen.”

“Thank you.” Theo turned to him with utmost sincerity, and he knew Theo was talking about more than just the shower. If Royce said he wasn’t utterly lost to that look on his mate’s face, he’d be a damned liar.

Chapter twenty-one

Theodore

Lying on the kitchen counter, coated in flour, a pool of cum on his stomach with a fountain of slick dripping from his ass, Theodore couldn’t deny it any longer. He was officially a mindless, needy, horny omega in heat.

He could hardly see due to the copious amounts of flour covering his glasses. If he removed them, his vision would be ten times worse, so he made do. But he could feel, and scent, the massive mess he and Royce had spurted all over the kitchen.

It was no secret alphas ejaculated more times during intercourse and in larger amounts when they scented an omega in heat, but surely this was overkill. Maybe there was more when the omega was their mate? What would Theodore know, it’s not like he’d had a mate bond before.

There was a giant puddle covering Theodore and the floor. Nostrils flaring, the thick musk of alpha mixed with oranges and storms hit him all over again. He had the sudden and absurd urge to drop to the floor and lap it up. What was wrong with him?

Everything was sticky and smelled of sex. Right now he didn’t mind the sex smell part, but the sticky part was starting to make him crazy. Then Royce removed his hand from Theodore’s ass.

Theodore flushed, and his skin ignited as he recalled begging Royce to fist him and how amazing it had felt. Theodore hadn’t been filled or fucked that good in, well, ever.

In the past when he went into heat, even the reduced ones while he was on suppressor, Theodore had gravitated toward the ‘jumbo’ sized toys. It was impossible for him to find an alpha he trusted enough to ask to knot him and fill him up properly. Theodore had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking Royce to do it again. As it was, a needy whimper left his throat when the delicious intrusion left him.

Royce told Theodore to take his shower first. Then, ever so gently, he lifted him from the counter and set him on his feet. Either the alpha had gotten it out of his system and was now in ‘perfect gentleman’ mode, or he was feeling just as embarrassed as Theodore now was.

Locking himself in the bathroom, the first thing he did was attempt to clean off his glasses. Once he was guaranteed sight after his shower, he started the water and got in. It took him longer than anticipated to rinse the copious amounts of flour off his skin. Some of it had mixed with the cum and had made a perverse type of glue. Scrubbing and rinsing, his mind wandered back to Royce.

Thinking about what he’d just done and demanded be done to him—on a kitchen counter, no less—to ease his urges was enough to make him question who he was. Theodore wasn’t the type to give in to his heats or let his guard down. He’d done both in a spectacular display of horny-induced madness.

What was he going to do now?

He’d have to suck it up and go out there and act like everything was normal, that’s what.

Getting out of the shower, he dried off, secured his glasses, then went to the clean basket of sweats in the corner only to discover it was empty. Great. Despite just getting railed by the alpha, Theodore had no desire to prance around the cabin naked. Securing himself in a towel, he darted to the bedroom and his luggage bags to get dressed.

He found a pair of briefs and pants. Yanking them on hastily, he lost his balance and fell over. Fabulous. Now not only was he a horny, needy, mess, he was also acting like a bumbling fool. Righting himself and taking a moment to will his heart rate to slow down, he went out to the kitchen with as much dignity as he could salvage.

Royce was wearing jeans, slung low on his hips so the top of his Adonis belt was exposed. His messy waves had been tied back and the kitchen cleaned. As much as Theodore hadn’t been looking forward to the cleanup, he hadn’t wanted Royce to be saddled with it alone. Due to the lack of flour coating his chest, it appeared that he’d also cleaned himself up in the kitchen sink.

“Lunch?” Royce pulled out a pink pastry box and leftover pasta.

“How long was I in there?”

“Not that long; I was able to get everything cleaned up fairly easily.”

“I’m sad I can’t make pancakes anymore. But this is second best.” Theodore opened the pastry box and shoved a bite into his mouth. He’d forgotten how hungry he’d been when he woke up this morning.

“We can get more flour and make some tomorrow or have them for dinner.”

Theodore nodded. “I’ve had worse breakfasts than reheated pasta.”

“Umm, it’s noon.”

Theodore choked on his pastry. He’d gotten everything ready to make pancakes at what, nine?