"Your scent is addicting."
His voice was soft.
"I never knew you could smell this good, Ezra."
It was a tone Ezra never expected to hear coming from that man's mouth.
He didn't answer. He couldn't.
Everything felt dizzy, hazy, like his thoughts had slipped somewhere far away.
His body wasn't responding to him anymore.
'Where is my mind right now?'
He didn't know.
All he could focus on was the sound of creaking, the softness of the bed against his back, fingers firm on his waist, heavy breathing against his skin.
And a feeling.
A feeling he couldn't quite name.
It hurt, but the pain felt… good.
Not the kind of pain he knew from the battlefield, and he knew pain well. He had lived through it, endured it.
After all, he was a knight.
A damn good one.
Yet here he was.
Vision blurred by sensations he didn't understand, his body trembling beneath someone he never expected to be with.
Someone he never thought he could want enough to do this.
Each thrust sent a shiver through him.
All because—
"Why are you so quiet? I want to hear you."
His body burned.
Heat flooded through him, like he was on fire, and the only thing keeping him grounded was the man above him. The man spoke in that sweet, hushed tone.
Gentle fingers caressed his face, and those bright golden eyes held his gaze.
Eyes that symbolized power.
Power that was very real, very present, and entirely over Ezra right now.
"I-I…" He didn't know what to say.
He truly didn't.
But under that gaze, he wanted to.
His body moved on its own, just as it had all night.
If he'd had even a shred of control, he wouldn't be here.
"Have my baby."
"Your… Highness?" Ezra's eyes widened. He wasn't sure he'd heard correctly.
Then it grew rougher. The creaking grew louder.
"Bear my heir."
Ezra had no control over his body, his mind, his heat, and especially not over this man.
But to bear his heir?
No matter what happened, heat or not, there were two principles he had always sworn to keep.
First, never give in to his omega instincts.
Second, never—ever—get pregnant and give birth.
That should have been easy.
It should have been.
But he had already broken the first rule, and he refused to break the second.
One night like this couldn't break all his principles.
…Right?