E23

Kyng felt uneasy going to work when Colt was just barely seven months pregnant, and Cage was still putting up a fight; the doctor did the insemination five times with no outcome. He felt it might be done the old-fashioned way, but he'd have to get Colt out of the house for at least one rut. Their relationship was getting more robust, and he didn't want to mess that up. 

"Rico, take Colt to Dragon's house for the week. He could use some fun," Kyng said to Rico. Rico nodded and made the calls to have Colt transported. Most of the last two months were relatively quiet, and Colt stayed away from Cage. He took Kyng's warning very seriously. 

"Boss," Marcus said, peeking his head around the corner. Kyng sighed heavily as he waved him in.

"I got the codes for the next drop and pickup, but it's in Powers territory. Should I call them for you?" 

"No, I'll talk to Kalent; it's time for his monthly check-in with Cage." He sat down the papers and left the room, stopping at the door.

"Sir, with all due respect, I'd like to court Cage, you know, after this…" Marcus nearly ran out the door after the words exited his mouth. Rico walked in with raised eyebrows, 

"Did I just hear that right?"

"That guy, why did you say he was a good fit here?"

"I thought he was, now I'm not so sure, but would it be a bad idea, I mean, you're married to Colt, and he's hormonal from lost Asmirt and being pregnant; you fucking another omega wouldn't sit well with just normal omega. And If Marcus wants to… with Cage, why not let him." King rubbed his chin, thinking it over for a minute. 

"Tell Marcus to come to my house at 7pm." Rico nodded and left again. Kyng sat alone, thinking about Marcus being with Cage; it's not a wrong setup, but would Marcus be willing to give up his first child? 

At 7pm, Marcus knocked on the house door and was greeted by Colt.

"Hello," 

"Hi, Kyng is in the office waiting for you." Colt walked Marcus to the office; it was the first time he had ever been to Kyng's home. It was very homey and fit for a family. They passed the kitchen by the front entrance and scanned the living room entertainment garden and patio. Down a long hallway with six doors, his guest bedrooms and bathrooms were. 

"Daddy," Marcus precluded the soft, child-like voice Colt held. 

"Ah, Marcus, come sit. Colt, go to bed," 

"Yes, Daddy," Colt said and quickly left the room. Marcus wanted to ask but kept it to himself. 

"So, you said you want to pursue Cage," Marcus nodded at Kyng's words. 

"If it's at all possible," 

"Why?"

"Well, I've guarded him a few times and felt intense toward him each time." Marcus tried to explain but failed miserably. Over the next hour, Marcus, Kyng Rico, and Dragon sat chatting about everything from the next run and shipment to how it would play out with Cage. 

"Marcus, Rico, follow me; Dragon, keep Colt entertained now." All around nodded as they left the room. As they entered the room, Cage scrambled from the chair to the corner of the bed with his knee dug into his chest. 

"Master, I did nothing to ward a visit," Cage huffed.

"I know, and I also know that you and Colt don't get along too well, so I was thinking maybe…" Kyng gestured for Marcus to come forward with his hand folded behind his back. The intense stare in his eyes, those high cheekbones, he was definitely not caucasian., but that didn't matter; Cage's mouth watered at the sight of Marcus' large buff chest and (Was he wearing a male corset) Cage thought, not ever seeing a man wear that. But he focused back on the long length of his legs, and that went on for days. Not to mention the extra large budge hanging from the front of his pants; black looked good on him. 

"Marcus has asked to be with you…"

"NO!" Cage snapped, 

"You really don't have a choice; a baby has to come out of you. How can that happen without being with someone? Just thinking he might not be as rough as me… or allowed you to miscarry again." Kyng glared, and Cage pulled his legs closer.

"I'll let you talk things over; you have one hour to decide, me or him." Kyng snapped close to the cage door. Marcus sat on the chair as far away from Cage,

"We've never formally meant, but I'm Marcus Crowly; Kyng is my boss…

"I know that stupid." Cage snapped, Marcus sighed,

"I'm not good with the whole talking thing; I just like you; when you smiled that one time, I looked in a while guarding, and you smiled so happily, I wanted to see that again; I want you…"

"I'm useless; you do know I have to give him my baby." Cage growled, waving his hand to the door. 

"I know, and I don't mind; if we stay together, there will be more," Marcus looked at Cage with hope.

"I don't want any, I'm an Al…" Cage started to argue, and Marcus jumped to his feet, walking closer to Cage, but Cage had nowhere to run to. 

"Not anymore; the sooner you get that through your head, the faster you will be free." Marcus snapped, pinning his arms on either side of Cage, pressing his body onto Cage squeaked at the press of his body and the budge against his ass; Cage knew his heat was coming, and that just confirmed it, but Marcus didn't press further, he spoke. 

"I'm not Kyng, and I won't tolerate your ignorance against me either. You're an omega, and you will bear him a child one way or another." Marcus said, but he was steady and causal. With a small, soft kiss on the cheek, Marcus stood fixing himself,

After that, Marcus left the room, allowing Cage time to think things over.