Then he remembered the empty foil tabs, remembered he’d forgotten to refill his prescription. Just this morning, he’d told himself, It’s not like I’m sleeping with anyone, anyway. I can go without the pill for a couple days.
Eric was inside him. Eric had just come in Olivier’s body, and Olivier had completely forgotten about the pill until now.
With his heat... how likely was it that Ollie would be pregnant by the end of tonight? Eric was his brother.
Olivier’s stomach twisted. He scrambled against the desk, at the same time Eric said, “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Olivier panted, alarm ringing through his entire body. He tore himself out of Eric’s arms, shivering at the cold air, Eric’s cock slipping out of him. Shame burned his face. I fucked my brother. I have his seed inside me.
When he turned, Eric wasn’t looking at his growing knot. He was looking at Olivier’s shoulder, and Olivier was too anxious to think about why.
“I messed up my pills,” Olivier said, wringing his hands. Why am I fucking up again? “I—I need to get some pills. Those ones.”
“What pills?”
“The... hormone ones. For emergencies.”
Eric stared. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Olivier pointed at his belly, feeling like he was a fish out of water. He couldn’t find the words he needed, even though he knew exactly what he was talking about. “The ones that... get rid of the baby.”
Horror flashed through Eric’s eyes. “Morning-after pills?”
“Yes, that.”
“I thought you meant the bonding mark.”
“What bonding mark?”
Eric’s gaze fell to Olivier’s neck, heavy with guilt.
It’s not just the baby? Olivier whimpered, touching the stinging spot at the crook of his shoulder. That bite... it was on his scent gland, wasn’t it? In the heat of the moment, all he had known was the pleasure.
Dread piled onto Olivier’s heart. He’d been marked once before, but he’d left Zan. Zan had been a mistake. And now... Eric’s mark was there.
Somehow, in the heat of the moment, Eric had taken Olivier as his bondmate.
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Olivier
“This can’t be happening,” Olivier groaned, closing his eyes.
He felt naked, suddenly. Vulnerable. He yanked his pants back up, far too aware of the slick on his legs, the damp remnants of sex between his cheeks. He couldn’t be wearing Eric’s mark.
Maybe Eric would ignore the mark he’d left. Gods knew he would come to his senses once his rut was over.
“You weren’t on BC?” Eric’s forehead furrowed.
Olivier yanked his belt shut, tighter than he needed to. He needed a reminder to stop fucking up, for once. “You don’t have to be responsible. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine, Ollie. I bit you. I fucked you, and I’m responsible, damn it.”
Olivier turned away, grabbing his messenger bag. He needed to leave. Needed to get away from Eric, so Eric wouldn’t see how much Olivier still wanted him.
Years ago, Olivier had thought he would stop being so attracted to his brother, if only he knew what it felt like to sleep with Eric. But that had happened, and Olivier couldn’t help wanting to touch Eric’s knot now, couldn’t help wanting to burrow into Eric’s arms, breathe in that cedar scent.
His skin smelled like Eric. Somehow, over the course of the sex, Eric had dragged his wrists across Olivier’s skin, and Olivier hadn’t noticed. And now Olivier couldn’t stand the idea of Eric’s scent fading away. It had been so long since he smelled it.
“I’m fine,” Olivier snapped, not meaning it. “Leave me alone.”
Eric froze. Olivier hurried out through the shop’s backdoor, shutting off the lights. Then he realized it was futile doing that—Eric was still in the shop. Olivier needed him to vacate the place before he could lock up.
Awkwardly, Olivier stood at the door, looking at the almost-empty parking lot, and around that, the orange light puddled beneath streetlamps. The streets of downtown Meadowfall were quiet, with bare trees along the sidewalks, and quaint shops lining the roads beyond.
His body ached, and his ass felt raw. Chances were, he’d go back home, and jerk off to what he’d just done with his stepbrother.
His life wasn’t getting any better, was it?
When Eric strode out, his jeans were zipped up, his knot a thick bulge beneath the denim. Olivier tore his eyes away, his body squeezing with need.
Eric didn’t need more to worry about. His omega had just died. Olivier was no replacement for her.
And there was a gold band on Eric’s finger—from that marriage. Ollie had failed to notice Eric’s ring in the heat of the moment.
He doesn’t love me.
So Olivier locked the door and cradled his belly, wondering if he really wanted to abort the child. If he conceived... it was Eric’s. But Eric was his brother.
Who knew you were that filthy? Zan would’ve said. And Olivier’s dad... he would look at Olivier with disappointment, wouldn’t he?
I shouldn’t keep it.
Olivier needed to go to the pharmacy, get some morning-after pills. And maybe an enema, in case that helped to wash away Eric’s seed.
“Where’re you headed?” Eric murmured, stopping beside Olivier. He closed his fingers around Olivier’s arm; the heat of his body was inviting in the cold air. “You’re cold.”
In his rush to flee from Eric, Olivier had forgotten his sweater.
“I—I need to fix this.” Olivier bit his lip, trying not to lean closer to Eric. “I’m going to the pharmacy.”
Eric’s expression tightened, but he pulled Olivier closer to himself, lending some of his body heat. “I’ll come with you.”
Why would he? “I thought... I thought you hated me.”
Olivier squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of the answer. Sex was one thing. But if Eric still hated him... Eric was the only family he really had left anymore. Dad didn’t often speak to him, and Eric’s mom had never thought much of Olivier to begin with. She’d said Ollie looked too much like his father’s ex. There were his brothers, Cole and Aaron, but Olivier had never been close to them, growing up.
“I’m responsible for it,” Eric growled.
So maybe
