"No," he whispers, "no, I'm not confident. But I hope -- and the odds are -- that there will be a boy." And he wants a son, again.
The reality of it scares him: they will grow, and then they will need to come out of him, and the violence of it will be awful, he thinks. But women and omegas survive it all the time. It can't be much more hazardous than the war he already waged.
"My cock, I think I'll reach. My cunt, another matter entirely -- will you ply me with your tongue, then?" His skin is hot. This isn't their home, and he should not rile Burr the way he wants to. "What if I want to fuck you? I do, now. I should punish you for what you said. I should have you rough -- and bite you -- and show you belong to me, not to whomever else you visited." The absurdity of someone so young staking a claim on someone so much their elder... Ah, but Alexander wants it anyway.
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The reality of it scares him: they will grow, and then they will need to come out of him, and the violence of it will be awful, he thinks. But women and omegas survive it all the time. It can't be much more hazardous than the war he already waged.
"My cock, I think I'll reach. My cunt, another matter entirely -- will you ply me with your tongue, then?" His skin is hot. This isn't their home, and he should not rile Burr the way he wants to. "What if I want to fuck you? I do, now. I should punish you for what you said. I should have you rough -- and bite you -- and show you belong to me, not to whomever else you visited." The absurdity of someone so young staking a claim on someone so much their elder... Ah, but Alexander wants it anyway.