“Hugh.” Finch trembled. “Hugh, I’m coming!”
More sweet slick was Hugh’s reward. He lapped it up, then dipped his tongue inside, wanting
more. Finch moaned and squirmed beneath him, but with every other breath begged Hugh to
keep going. Hugh was happy to oblige.
* * *
Hugh bred Finch through the night and into the morning, filling him again and again as Finch
cried out with need. They made love in Hugh’s hoard bed—which really was the perfect color
to complement Finch’s eyes—and sometimes in the mountains of coin and other cooling
treasures Hugh had amassed over his relatively short life. From those piles of riches, Hugh
found precious things with which to adorn his omega. He slid rings with fat gemstones onto
Finch’s fingers, collared his neck with Egyptian gold, and draped him in delicate chains that
stood out brilliantly against Finch’s skin.
“More,” Finch moaned as Hugh worked another knot into him. “More, more, more…”
So Hugh cuffed his wrists with bangles, their diamonds winking from micro-pavé settings, and
crowned his dark hair with a golden circlet heavy with huge emeralds. He scattered the sheets
with handfuls of coins and decorated Finch from the inside with strands of pearly white. When
Finch came, tightening around his knot like a vise, Hugh groaned and thrust a little more,
working his riches deeper inside.
“Finch?” Hugh asked breathlessly after one of those times. Four days had passed since Finch
had first gone into heat, and if Hugh’s nose was to be trusted, Finch was starting to recover.
Hugh was, admittedly, woefully undereducated in matters of omegas’ reproductive health, but
his previous attempts to produce a clutch had all lasted a full seven days. If Finch’s heat really
was ending, then…
Hugh grinned and kissed his secretary. “Finch, sweet, do you hear me?”
“Mm?” Finch hummed. His eyes were closed and his hips rocked in a slow, steady rhythm as
he milked Hugh’s cock.
“Are you coming back to me?” Hugh asked. “I feel like you are. Do you think we’ve reached
the end?”
Finch blinked his eyes open. “Maybe. How long has it been?”
“Four days.”