Page 3 of Labor of Love

There was no going back now.

Luca’s pheromones had taken control.

The breeding session had begun.

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LUCA

West did not stop, nor did he fumble. Gone was the man who was so self-conscious, he unnecessarily flattened himself against the wall when they passed each other in the hallway so Luca would have enough space to get by. This West was bold, assertive, and fearless.

He did not shrink away.

The change was so drastic that Luca’s breath caught in his throat.

Alphas exposed to the pheromones produced by an omega’s heat were prone to rash behavior like this, but Luca’s heat had only just started. He wasn’t even far enough along yet to have lost himself to his breeding instinct. His pheromones shouldn’t have been potent enough to drag West under.

But here they were, West sinking down hungrily between his legs and Luca breathless, throat constricting, so close to letting out a whimper that he had to swallow to physically hold it back.

“You don’t have to—” he began, but then West’s nose bumped his inner thigh, his lips found Luca’s skin, and all thoughts of protest vanished. He watched, mouth agape, as West kissed his way upward. Inward. Closer, and closer, until his lips weren’t on Luca’s thigh anymore. They found the base of Luca’s achingcock, kissed it, and from there moved upward kiss by sucking kiss until they latched on to his tip.

“Fuck…” Luca swallowed again, but it was an exercise in futility—there was no holding back his whimpering now. It came out with each strained breath and grew louder and more desperate as West took him deeper, tongue swirling, sucking as if he’d been waiting to do this his entire life.

Luca’s toes curled.

Without thinking, he sank his fingers into West’s thick dark hair, pushing him down, urging him onward.

West looked up at him from beneath hooded eyes, then lowered his head and took Luca all the way to the hilt.

“I’m not… I’m… I’m not…” Luca squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, gasping and writhing as West had his way with him. “I’m not gonna get pregnant from a blowjob, West. You don’t have to do this. You can just?—”

West’s lips tightened, and he did something with his tongue that made Luca choke on his words… and he didn’t stop. He kept going, sucking, swallowing, while Luca fell to pieces beneath him.

Satisfying sex increased the odds of conception, sure, but the urgency—thehunger—with which West was blowing him made it tempting to believe that West was doing this not for any altruistic reason, but because he wanted it.

Because he’d been craving it.

Because he wanted Luca as badly as Luca had always wanted him.

It was nothing more than wishful thinking, but it spurred Luca on. He tightened his grip on West’s hair and raised his hips, pushing himself deeper into the tight, wet heat of West’s mouth. The pleasure was unrelenting, and he chased it greedily.

Over and over.

Until…

“West,” Luca choked out in warning. “West, I…”

West drew back. He couldn’t completely disengage from Luca’s cock—Luca was holding him too securely for that—but he came up enough that some of the pleasure waned. Luca, panting and hot in the face, stared down at him. He was sure he had to look a mess, his hair plastered uncomfortably across his forehead and his thighs trembling, but West didn’t seem to notice. His eyes met Luca’s, hunger burning darkly in them, before he dropped his head to take Luca to the base one last time.

Luca shouted out, balls tightening as an orgasm began to clench deep in his belly, but then West grabbed him by the wrists and coaxed his hands open. Now free, he parted from Luca and regarded him pointedly.

Luca looked back, docile and desperate.

The absence of West’s mouth felt wrong to such a high degree that on the next exhale, he reflexively let loose with a pained, pitched whine that caught in his throat—a sign his heat was taking control. It wouldn’t be long now before it consumed him entirely.

Before that happened, he needed to see this through.

Needed to know what it was like to be bred by his best friend.

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