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But there was a brand new tension between them.

“I didn’t mean to violate you,” Bruiser said, his voice strangled. “Fuck!”

At the horror and self-recrimination in his voice, Uriel turned around.

Bruiser looked terrible, his gaze hollow like he’d been traumatized.

He didn’t deserve that. If he wanted someone prettier to rut against, then it should’ve been his choice.

Uriel sat up, feeling guilty now. “Hey, no. It’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

The alpha frowned. “What? How is it your fault?”

Uriel grimaced. “You were asleep. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But you were asleep too. And I was forcing myself on y—”

Uriel shook his head. “I was awake. I could’ve moved away. I should’ve moved away so you wouldn’t find yourself in a situation you don’t want.”

Bruiser gaped. He opened and closed his mouth for a long time, saying nothing.

Uriel’s skin felt too tight. He kept his gaze lowered and made to get out of bed. He should’ve been out of here an hour ago.

“Did you feel like you had to keep still, so I wouldn’t hurt you?” Bruiser asked tentatively.

Uriel scoffed. “You can’t hold me down.”

“Really?” Disbelief. “I’m bigger than you.”

“I could’ve thrown you across the room, if I wanted.”

“Prove it.”

Uriel sighed. “I don’t want to accidentally break your bones.”

More silence. He crossed the room to the playpen, needing to get away.

“Wait,” Bruiser said. “So... if I’m understanding this correctly... You wanted me to rut against you?”

Uriel’s ears burned. “I don’t want anything.”

He bent over the playpen to scoop Cassie out.

“You’re wet,” Bruiser blurted behind him.

Uriel froze. Then he clenched his insides, but it was too late. Bruiser hissed.

When Uriel spun around, Cassie in his arms, he found Bruiser yanking his gaze up.

Was he looking at my ass? It doesn’t matter. I look nothing like a regular omega. Uriel grabbed the playpen and dragged it out of the bedroom, his face burning.

He hadn’t meant for Bruiser to see his wet underwear. He hadn’t wanted Bruiser to know that what they’d done in bed had made him wet.

In the living room, he changed Cassie’s diapers and let her latch onto his chest. Then he pulled on a pair of pants to hide the evidence of his arousal.

When Cassie was done nursing and she began to squirm, wanting to be let down, Uriel set her back in her playpen.

He turned and found Bruiser leaning against the bedroom doorway, watching him.