top of his head. “Go see your omega. And remember, anything he wants—”
“—he gets. I know.”
Good thing most of what Jack Henry wanted was sex. He didn’t seem to have any unusual cravings, unless a need to be fucked twenty-four seven counted as an unusual craving. As Jasper rode toward home, he wondered if the reason packs used to be formed by multiple alphas surrounding a single omega was for exactly this purpose. One alpha wouldn’t be enough to keep up with Jack Henry right now.
“Hey, baby,” Jasper said when he pulled into their new gravel driveway to find Jack Henry waiting for him. “What’s up? Where are the others?”
“Elias drove Saul to town to pick up something for the furnace.” Jack Henry rubbed the back of his neck. He was dressed only in the shorts he wore to dance, with his chest bare and his bangs sweaty against his forehead despite November’s plummeting temps. “They said not to wait for them for dinner.”
“Why didn’t you ask them to stick around if you were horny?”
“I need a knot.”
“Are you in heat?” It’d been two months since the night they conceived, which meant the moon was full again. Still, heat didn’t make sense. “How can you be in heat if you’re…?”
“What if I’m not really pregnant? Or what if something’s wrong?”
Jasper placed his hand on the damp skin of Jack Henry’s abdomen. There were no external signs yet, not even the start of a bulge, but that flicker of something extra was particularly strong when he and Jack Henry were in contact.
“I can feel it. Can’t you?”
Jack Henry nodded.
“Okay, so everything’s fine except you’re horny. What else is new?” He flashed Jack Henry a wolfish grin, letting him know he’d be taken care of.
A few people were working at the far end of the porch, fiddling with a downspout that didn’t drain properly, and from somewhere inside the house, Jasper heard the sound of an electric drill running. Good thing Saul had put an extra sturdy door at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the loft, because Jasper and his omega were about to make some noise.
He tossed Jack Henry over his shoulder and headed for the porch. One of the guys working on the drain spout scurried over to open the front door for him, flashing Jasper a look he assumed was envious. Jasper’s view definitely didn’t suck. He had Jack Henry’s muscularly plump ass right in his face. He remembered the first time he’d seen Jack Henry, when he’d imagined him filling out as he aged and how hot that would be. He couldn’t wait to see some baby weight on him.
The seafoam green of their new bedding made a welcoming ocean into which he deposited his mate, letting him down easy even though he knew Jack Henry wasn’t fragile. Jack Henry bent. But Jasper couldn’t just dump him because Jack Henry clung to him too tenaciously, wrestling Jasper onto the bed with him and trying to worm his hands into his pants.
“These will come off a lot easier if you let me stand up.” He’d worn his leathers to ride, and those didn’t just slide off. Not to mention that he still had his boots on. He managed to extricate himself from Jack Henry’s busy hands so he could get undressed, watching Jack Henry slide out of his shorts in a single, graceful move as he did. Jack Henry was back at him as soon as he got naked, grabbing at whatever Jasper uncovered.
“I think you need more than a knot,” Jasper said, pushing Jack Henry away from him again. “I think you need an alpha.”
Jack Henry looked at him quizzically.
“Yeah, you have three alphas, and we all know how smart and strong and independent you are. We love you to pieces and would never hurt you or make you do anything you didn’t want to do, but—” Jasper’s cock stood out straight from his body, already pulsing with the beginnings of a knot. It knew what was needed here. He levered himself over Jack Henry’s suddenly still body. “But tonight you need an alpha. Don’t you, little one?”
Jack Henry nodded, his eyes big and his mouth open.
“Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“Alpha,” Jack Henry responded immediately. “Knot. You.”
“Uh huh. Thought so.” Jasper dipped his head to give Jack Henry a thorough kiss then stood up and used Jack Henry’s ankles to flip him like a pancake so he was ass up.
“Position,” he barked, using