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“Mr Ashford, meet your new wet-nurse, Elias Finch, he’ll be with you temporarily until we can find you someone permanent. Say hello, Elias.”

Mrs Green commanded, her taloned fingers squeezing the omega’s shoulder in warning before pushing him forward in front of her, leaving little space to hide away from the imposing alpha in front of him.

Elias swallowed, then bowed curtly, never dragging his eyes away from his feet.

“H-Hello, Mr Ashford.”

The alpha just grunted in answer before turning brusquely and motioning for them to follow. Elias chanced a glance when the alpha’s back was turned, his wide eyes taking in the man’s broad shoulders and dark brown hair. He was big… and that very fact made a cold chill run up the omega’s spine.

“My son’s sleeping at the moment but I will introduce you when he wakes. I’ve set you up in the room beside his so that you can attend to him during the nights if he needs. I trust you will find it comfortable for your stay here.”

The way the alpha spoke, no preamble or pause, as if every word out of his mouth came from a script. It unnerved Elias, made him shrink down into himself a little more as he dared a peek at the man he would be staying with for the next few weeks.

Elias’ breath caught when he finally did, his eyes widening a little at the sight of the alpha before him. His first impression was right, the man was imposing— his size alone made something inside of Elias twist— the man’s face looked as if it had been carved from marble… strikingly handsome and undeniably cold.

“Is that all you packed, boy?”

It took Elias longer than it should have for him to realise the alpha was talking to him, and he quickly dropped his eyes to the small carry bag Mr Ashford was pointing to.

“That… it’s all I have, sir.”

Mrs Green dropped her hand to his shoulder again, another warning squeeze that had the omega wincing at its implication.

“The boy doesn’t need much, Mr Ashford, and I’m sure it won’t take us too long to find you a full-time replacement. Elias is very clean and very quiet, you won’t even notice he’s here, isn’t that right, boy?”

Elias nodded solemnly, eyes on the floor once more as he answered softly.

“Yes, Mrs Green.”

After that, the two of them left Elias to his own devices as the paperwork was signed and a few hushed words were shared between them. Soon enough, the beta woman was gone and the omega was left alone with the alpha.

“Is it natural?”

The alpha suddenly asked, causing Elias to raise his eyes in confusion at the question.

“Your milk, is it natural? It’s not induced with chemicals or anything is it? That woman told me that her company doesn’t partake in that.”

A sudden blush rose to his cheeks when Elias caught the man’s meaning. He shook his head, clasping his fingers together tightly so that he could keep himself from trembling.

“Yes, sir, my… my m-milk is natural, I conceived a child.”

He murmured quietly, flinching when the alpha crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.

“And… where is this child? You’re here with me, and it seems you are unmated.”

Bile rose up Elias’ throat at the alpha’s line of questioning, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep the tremor from his voice as he answered.

“My son is with my sister and her mate in the next state over.”

And when I save enough money, I’m going to make a little place of our own so we can be together again.

“How old?”

Elias closed his eyes briefly, trying to keep his breathing calm.

“He’s two.”

“And the father? Where is he—”

“Mr Ashford, I really don’t want to talk about this.”

Elias finally murmured, capturing the alpha’s eyes, half warning, half pleading. The alpha paused for a moment, before he took a step forward, a flash of something indescribable passing through his gaze when Elias stepped back.

“I see… then you can pack your things and go. I have no desire for my son and I to be dragged into whatever domestic you have going on—”

“Wait!”

Elias gasped, his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of what Mrs Green would do if he lost this job already— she had barely given him a chance at a temp position in the first place, and not many other companies would hire an unmated single mother as a wet-nurse… apparently it wasn’t the right ‘look’ for a family orientated business.

“I’m s-sorry, I— please, you have nothing to worry about. The father isn’t in the picture, it’s just me and my son.”

Mr Ashford’s eyes narrowed down at him as he took another step forward, the lingering scent of alpha making the omega wince.

“And why is that, boy?”

Elias squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a shallow breath, ignoring that icy chill that seemed to infiltrate his bones, causing his body to suddenly go cold.

“Because… b-because I was raped.”

***

Maxim heaved himself out of bed the next morning, the early morning light of the rising sun peeking through the gap in his curtains and reminding him that he had slept through the entire night without being awoken by his son.

He felt groggy, the excess sleep making him feel strangely tired as he slipped on a pair of pyjama pants and brushed his teeth, only making his way out of his room when he smelt the lingering scent of breakfast in the air.

When he came into the kitchen, a strange rush of something foreign nestled into his gut upon the sight he saw… the new wet-nurse with his son balanced on his hip, humming absently to himself as he flipped a couple of sizzling eggs.

Maxim stopped in his tracks, watching the sight before him as a strange hunger took him… it wasn’t for the food.

When he had first laid eyes on the young omega, he had been taken aback by how obtusely gorgeous he was— with his high cut-glass cheekbones and striking green eyes. He had golden hair, the colour as pale as wheat and lips akin to ripe plums… it made him want to take a bite out of them.

Elias was as pretty as sin, but the boy’s meekness had left him dissatisfied… until yesterdays discovery. When Maxim had offered for him to leave, and the omega had mistakenly gifted the alpha a glimpse at how desperate he really was.

After the omega’s confession, Maxim didn’t push him any further. He had shown Elias around the rest of the house and carried his bag to his new room. After going through the house rules and what his son’s daily routine was like, Maxim had left him to his own devices.

For the moment, at least.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.”

Maxim finally said, startling the omega out of his good mood as he whipped around wide-eyed and almost guilty looking, baby in one hand and spatula in the other.

He looked positively delicious. At that, a strange image flashed through his mind—the same scene in front of him, only Elias was fat and round with his pup…

“Good morning, Mr Ashford, I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Elias said almost sheepishly, his meekness from yesterday seeping into his expression. Maxim waved absently in reply before he spoke.

“No, not at all, I don’t think I’ve slept that well in a long time actually, Jacob’s usually up at all hours.”

At his son's name, Elias smiled down at the child clutched to his hip, and a strange warmth ran up the alpha’s spine.

“He was up and down for the first few hours, but after he fed he was out like a light.”

Maxim swallowed a rising rumble in his chest at the thought of the omega feeding his child… the image of his swollen pert breasts leaking milk… nipples red and raw from Maxim sucking on them—

“Mr Ashford, are you ok?”

Maxim wrenched himself away from the thought, clearing his throat and nodding quickly before he grabbed a seat at the breakfast bar. Elias served him up a plate before making his own, only to nibble at a piece of toast while entertaining Jacob.

The morning continued on fairly peacefully after that and Maxim retired to his study to work on some much-needed paperwork until the afternoon. He had only come out for lunch—which had already been made for him and was waiting on the bench, a roast beef salad sandwich that had melted in his mouth— and he was surprised to hear less than a peep from Jacob all day, he was usually such a noisy child.

When he had finished in his office, dinner was already in the process of being cooked and Jacob was happily laying in his bouncer fast asleep.

“Good afternoon, Mr Ashford, did you want something to drink before dinner?”

The omega asked once he saw him enter the room, a small and nervous smile playing on his lips as he waited for an answer.

“Is this usually the service that you get with a wet-nurse?”

Maxim asked, an amused smirk tugging at his lips when the omega went pale.

“I just want you to be… happy with my work.”

You want to keep me happy so that I don’t get rid of you.

“A scotch would be great, thanks— in the top cupboard to your right. No ice.”

The omega complied, quickly doing as directed and serving him a glass.

“I’m making pasta for tonight, but please let me know what you like and don’t like and I’ll make sure to abide by that for the future.”

Maxim smiled and raised his glass in salute before he downed it, then silently motioned for another. The omega did so, pouring him a glass at the wordless request before he continued on with dinner.

It was a delicious, albeit simple pasta dish, a tomato-based sauce flavoured only by Italian herbs and topped with grated parmesan. Maxim ventured a guess that he didn’t have a lot in the fridge for the omega to play with, and he made a mental note to pick up some groceries for him the next day.

“What’s your son’s name?”

Maxim asked, causing the omega to almost choke on his mouthful in surprise. He cleared his throat and took a large gulp of water before he trained his weary gaze back to Maxim.

“Micha.”

He murmured, taking another bite of his food and swallowing, the action looking almost painful.

“You must miss him a lot.”

The omega swallowed again, his head dropping half an inch, as if in prayer. When he spoke, his voice wavered.

“I do, actually. My sister and her mate aren’t well off, and they did the best they could to keep my son and me together for the first year… and then they had a pup of their own. I was only able to stay longer because my sister couldn’t breastfeed. Once their baby was on solids I had to find some way to send money for my son and—”

The omega stopped himself suddenly, his hands tightening around his cutlery before he breathed out a defeated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go on. Yes, I miss him a lot.”

Maxim leant forward, winding his hand around Elias’ slender wrist, making him jump.

“That must be very hard, being so far away from your boy.”

The words seemed to relax the omega and he sagged in reply, nodding slowly.

“I do.”

“Well… who knows, if you keep doing such a great job, maybe there’s a conversation to be had about making your position permanent. I’m sure it would be great to have another pup running around the house.”

Elias sat up, his eyes going alarmingly wide as he looked up at him in wonder.

“You would do that? My son could live here, with me?”

Maxim smiled, running his thumb absently over the omegas pulse point before he finally let his hand go, stifling a growing grin.

“Well, it’s certainly a possibility if you keep up with the good work.”

***

The next few weeks were surprisingly peaceful, and Elias had done the absolute best he could to keep Mr Ashford— to keep Maxim, as his new employer had implored him to call him now— happy.

The alpha had planted a seed of hope inside of his mind, and the thought of keeping his position here permanently whilst possibly even being able to have his son come live with him… it was too good to be true.

Elias wanted it, so bad it hurt, so he continued to do his best, for Jacob… and for Maxim too.

It seemed the alpha was fond of his cooking, which was a good sign— and every now and then he noticed a strange look in Maxim’s eyes when he was playing with Jacob. They all seemed to get along well together, and if Elias could just play his cards right and impress the alpha… things might actually work out well for him, and for Micha.

He just had to be good. He had to show Maxim that he was worth keeping.

Elias was pulled from his thoughts when the alpha waltzed into the lounge room, his eyes instantly finding his own.

“Elias, I think you’re…”

Maxim trailed off, pointing to Elias’ shirt with a short nod. Elias looked down, a sudden blush rushing to his cheeks when he saw the growing wet patch on the left side of his shirt.

“Oh! I… sorry, Jacob’s been a bit picky lately… he, uh, only seems to want to suckle from t-the right.”

He finished lamely, his cheeks heating more when the alpha raised an eyebrow in answer, eyes still trained on the spot where he was leaking. Elias was mortified.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed of, Elias. It must be painful, right, if he’s not feeding from it?”

Elias shook his head quickly at the question… but Maxim was right, with Jacob only nursing from one side, it was causing his left breast to feel heavy and engorged. He had tried to coax the pup back onto it but he kept turning his nose up at it every time.

“I can help, lay back on the couch.”

When Elias didn’t follow the sudden command, Maxim clicked his tongue and walked over to him, his large hand coming down to rest on his shoulder briefly before he pushed him down until his back was against the cushion.

An undignified squeak slipped from his lips at the action but he stayed rigid, eyes wide with shock as Maxim knelt down beside him and started to lift up his shirt.

Elias gasped, his hands flying down to stop the action, only for Maxim to brush him off and continue his pursuit, pushing Elias’ shirt up until his bare chest was exposed to the alpha’s steel gaze.

“Stop fussing and trust me, it's very common for an alpha to help out with this kind of thing.”

Maxim said, his tone casual where his eyes were not. He gazed down at the slight swelling of Elias’ breasts, a flicker of something crossing his face before he dropped his head suddenly, mouth latching onto his leaking left nipple.

Elias cried out, back arching at the heat of the mouth enveloping the sensitive nub, the alpha’s tongue lapping at the milk he was starting to coax out of it.

“S-Stop!”

He gasped, trying to push the man off him, only to let slip a moan at the feel of that searing tongue circling his nipple, the alpha’s answering groan vibrating against his breast.

“Maxim— agh— p-please.”

Elias groaned, trying in vain to fight off the wave of pleasure that took his body, grasping onto a rising horror at the realisation that he himself was getting hard from it.

“God–“

He hissed, renewing his efforts to push the alpha off whilst simultaneously twisting his body to the side, hiding away his shame that was his growing erection.

It was only then that Maxim finally pulled off of him with a satisfied smile.

Like the cat that got the cream.

He gently tugged Elias’ shirt back down before he pushed himself to his feet, all but licking his lips as he did.

“Does that feel better?”

He asked, a twitch of a grin twisting his lips as Elias just continued to gape at him.

“Let me know if you need any more help. Jacob can be such a fussy baby.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving Elias to blink up at the ceiling in a daze, trying to will away his erection and ignore the still warm wetness of his nipple.

“Shit.”

***

Elias had tried to keep his distance from the alpha after the incident, but somehow... somehow they always managed to bump into each other.

It wasn't a small house, but Elias supposed it was just an unwelcome occurrence of a job like this one. It wasn’t like he could go on avoiding the father of the child he was tasked to nurse anyway.

Maxim didn't act any different at least, everything seemed to be business as usual for him… so eventually, Elias couldn't help but think that maybe what had happened wasn't all that strange after all. Maxim did say it was normal for alpha's to do so... Elias hadn't been a wet-nurse for anyone else besides his sister and her mate so it was hard to tell what was usual in this position.

It was early morning when he finally got out of bed, and after a very late night with Jacob, he was overjoyed to find the pup still asleep when he went in to check on him.

In a couple of hours time, Maxim's parent would pick the boy up— as they apparently did every fortnight— and have him stay over for the weekend.

Elias was actually happy for the break, especially with how off he had been feeling ever since he had woken up this morning, but he was sill nervious to see the pup go.

Apparently, they had a wet-nurse themselves set up for this visit... but Elias didn’t understad why he wouldn’t just go with the Jacob? It would be much less disruptive for the boy if Elias went with him and it made more sense than just hiring someone to come over for the weekend?

Elias didn’t dare question it though, as much as the incident from before had unerved him, he couldnt afford to get on Maxim's bad side… not when he could potentially be the man who could bring his son, Micha, home.

A strange ache clutched his stoamch at the thought of his pup, at the image of him here, with him... yes, he just had to get over himself and be good. He owed that much to his son.

Elias sighed, slowly meandering his way into the kitchen, only to pause when he saw Maxim there, filling two coffee mugs to the brim. The alpha turned with a smile before he handed Elias one of the two mugs, making the omega swallow dryly before he nodded his head in thanks and sent him a small smile.

He leant against the bench as he sipped at his drink, but paused when he saw the way Maxim's eyes ran over his body, taking in his outfit. Elias tried not to shrink into himself as he registered the shorts and loose t-shirt he had thrown on this morning because of how hot it had been in his room— and the house aswell, it seemed.

Even the coffee was making him feel clamy and overheated.

"It’s a little cold for shorts, isn’t it?"

Maxim asked, eyeing his clothes in a way that made Elias feel naked.

"It feels pretty hot to me."

Elias murmered into his coffee, frowning a little at the alpha's words. He almost spilled the drink on himself when Maxim moved forward suddenly, gently pressing the back of his hand against his forhead.

"Do you feel unwell? You seem to have a fever."

"I..."

Elias sucked in a small breath at the alpha's proximity, trying not to shudder from the lungful of pheromones he had just inhaled. He shook his head weakly, trying to keep his body still under the looming height of the man.

"I feel... fine."

Maxim shook his head briskly at that answer, taking the mug from Elias' hands before taking his shoulders in his grip and guiding him back to his room. Elias' stomach twisted when the alpha proceeded to push him through the door, invading the tiny space with his presence, with his scent, only to pull back the covers of Elias’ bed and gently tuck him into it.

"You’re burning up, you need some rest. Don’t worry about Jacob, my parents will be here shortly and I can get him ready to go myself. Do you need anything?"

Elias shook his head quickly, willing away the heated flush that ran up his cheks at the way the alpha was looking at him.

"Rest up, I'll come check on you later."

And with that, he was gone, leaving Elias alone with his thoughts... alone with that scent. 

***

When Maxim waved goodbye to his son and his parents, he had spent the next hour after that sorting a few things before he finally went to check up on the little omega, a creeping smile twisting his lips when he entered the room and was instantly awash with a wall of cloyingly sweet pheromones.

Elias was on the bed where he had left him, but the sheets were now bunched up around his waist, his sweat-slicked body writhing back and forth as he moaned.

"How are you feeling?"

Maxim asked, stepping into the room and closing the door quietly behind him, his cock twitching at the intoxicating scent bathing his lungs. The omega was close.

Elias looked up at him in alarm, shaking his head side to side as he groaned in pain.

"You have... to... go— my heat..."

He panted desperately, whining at Maxim when he ignored his words and instead stepped forward, pressing a kiss to the omega’s hot forehead— breathing him in and groaning at just how fucking good he tasted on his lips.

"You don't have to panic, darling, there's nothing wrong with you. I switched out the suppressants you keep in your bathroom cabinet to sugar pills. No matter what doctors say, I don't trust that they are safe when breastfeeding."

The dawning horror on Elias' face was surprisingly delicious, and Maxim grinned down at him as he sucked in another lungful of heat pheromones, a rising growl rumbling up his throat at the wave of lust coursing through his blood.

"No, no, no..."

Elias chanted, the word like a prayer on his lips as he tried to twist away from the alpha, his body rebelling at the very action and causing him to whimper out in distress.

"Fuck... you smell so amazing. I'm going to take care of you, Elias, you and your son. We’re going to be a family, wouldn’t you like that?"

Maxim's weight dipped the bed as he climbed ontop of it, stripping away the tangled sheets and sliding his gaze over his prize.

Elias was still struggling to get ahold of himself, to drag himself away from him, but Maxim didn’t let him. He pulled the omega's body to his, drawing him into a full and claiming kiss, palming his cock at the way he writhed in his arms.

"You’re already so wet for me, hm?"

Maxim chuckled softly, butterflying kisses over the moaning omega’s face and chest as he stripped him of his clothes. When he had seen what Elias was wearing this morning, seen the tiny shorts he had on that exposed his long legs... he knew it was time, and he was ready for it.

Maxim undressed next, his eyes feasting on the omega’s naked body. He was so lean and petite, skin so soft under his hands that it was almost begging to be touched. 

"Please... s-stop."

Elias cried, tears already streaming down his face as Maxim readied himself on top of him, his thick cock dwarfing Elias' own twitching erection.

"Don’t be scared, I'm going to make you feel so good, darling."

Maxim covered his body with his own, kissing away his tears as he nestled in between Elias' legs and guided his cock to his leaking entrance.

Elias cried out into his shoulder as he plunged forward, thrusting his huge length inside of him in one go, pulling out quickly then only to thrust back in once more, his entire length slamming into the omega and making him sob.

A growl of pleasure ripped past Maxim's throat when Elias convulsed beneath him, the omega's sudden release spurting between their flush chests.

"Fuck, yes."

Maxim growled, feeling Elias tighten around him as he thrust forward again, not stopping this time as he fucked his unwilling lover hard and fast, the wet hot heat of his hole welcoming him in and beggin him to stay.

When Maxim reached between them and started to stroke Elias' cock in union with each heavy thrust, the omega didnt last much longer, his second orgasm claiming him in wave after wave of unwanted pleasure, making his body tense at the pressure of it, causing him to grab onto Maxim and hold on for dear life.

"Maxim..."

Elias moaned, his smaller form wrapping around the grunting alpha, his hips starting to raise to meet every heavy thrust, soft little whimpers leaving his lips as he was fucked hard into the mattress.

He was lost to his heat.

When the omega came again for the third time, his body couldn’t seem to take it and the last of his strength was washed away. Maxim held on for him, his movments losing rhythm as his knot started to form, the forming thickness starting to catch on Elias' tight rim.

"I'm going to fuck you so full with my pups, everyone will know you're mine."

Maxim growled, his arms circling the omega's body and grasping him tight as he forced his cock deep for the last time, nestling his knot inside and tying them together as he shuddered his release.

As Maxim gazed down at his new lover, he took him into one last passionate kiss, before he nestled his head into the crook of his neck and sank his teeth into his flesh, forming the bond that would keep them linked forever.

Because Maxim was never letting him go.

***

“Micha,”

Elias called, nibbling at a carrot stick as he waddled over to the cupboard to pull out a packet of rusks teething biscuits, his heavy belly making him puff at just that short movement alone.

”Yes, mama?”

Micha’s tiny voice rang out behind him, and Elias turned with a smile as he pulled out a rusk and handed it to the boy.

”Can you give this to Jacob please?”

Micha’s chubby little cheeks turned up in a sweet smile and he nodded shyly before he took the biscuit happily and skipped off into the lounge.

”Ah, what a big boy, helping your mama, hm? Off you go, good boy.”

Elias shivered at the sound of the alpha’s voice coming from the hallway, but kept his smile firmly in place as Maxim rounded the corner.

”Good morning, darling.”

Maxim murmured, his voice going husky as his eyes raked up and down his body, taking in Elias’ large swollen belly with a grin.

He quickly pulled Elias into an intimate embrace and kissed his shoulder, breathing in his scent like a man possessed.

”You smell so good.”

He almost purred, pulling back just enough to take him into a long and languid kiss.

“You shouldn’t be on your feet, Elias. C’mon, go sit down with the boys, I’ll make us some breakfast.”

Elias took the offer gladly, puffing as he slowly made his way to the couch in the lounge. He couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he watched his son, handing toys through Jacob’s playpen and giggling when the baby took them, only to start chewing on them, rusk already forgotten beside him.

”Are you having fun, Micha?”

Elias asked, his hands going to his belly, absently rubbing circles over the tight skin. Micha giggled again when Jacob slobbered over the hand he was holding out, ignoring the toy Micha was trying to pass him.

”That tickles, Jacob!”

He squealed, exploding into a fit of laughs as Jacob’s little hands tried tugging him into the playpen.

Elias, hand still on his belly, watched his boys play together, smiling at the scene in front of him.

He could do this. If it meant spending his days with his son and Jacob, he could find a way be ok with it.

He could find a way to be happy.

”Who wants scrambled eggs?”

Maxim’s voice called out from the kitchen, making Elias flinch at the sound of it.

”Sounds good— can you cut the crusts off Micha’s toast please, and no salt or pepper on mine.”

Elias called back, his hand still tracing idle circles across his pregnant belly, repeating the same mantra in his head that had gotten him through the last 8 months…

…Everything was going to be ok. Everything was going to be ok…