Page 128 of Slow Heat
“That’s right,” Jason crooned, rubbing his hands up and down Vale’s back soothingly. “Work your ass on my dick. Empty those glands on me. Such a good omega.”
As Vale released and gripped again, his cock convulsed, drizzling pre-come to the sheets, and his eyes rolled up in his head. He wanted Jason to declare him good again—right now and every day, until the day he died.
“Mm, you smell so right,” Jason moaned, leaning down to kiss Vale’s shoulders and suck on his earlobe. “Want to roll in your slick.”
Vale wanted to rub it all over Jason, too, make sure that every omega knew Jason was his man. He gasped when Jason placed his hand around his throat—gentle, but masterful—and murmured, “Grab hold of the sheets. I’m going to fuck you now.”
Vale shouted as Jason thrust hard and fast, the bed banged against the wall, and the world dissolved. Their skin slapped in rhythm and Vale arched back, taking the thrusts hungrily, crying out for more, even as his cock exploded and shot wad after wad onto the bed. He shook in place, but didn’t struggle against Jason’s strong hand on his throat. He screamed as a second spike of pleasure pulled through him, and he convulsed and came again, his asshole gripping and releasing around Jason’s pumping cock.
“Give me your knot,” Vale begged.
Jason leaned forward, laughing in Vale’s ear. “I took alpha quell. You’re going to have to wait a while.”
Vale gasped and Jason squeezed around his throat lightly.
“Take it. Open up,” Jason murmured, rubbing his thumb up and down the side of Vale’s throat. With each thrust, the head of his huge cock pressed against the mouth of Vale’s descended womb, igniting the sensitive nerves there.
Vale cried out, clenching around Jason so that his glands gushed again. “Please, darling, knot me.”
“I will,” Jason whispered, kissing his earlobe before sliding his hands down to grip Vale’s hips. “When I’m ready.” He rested his forehead against Vale’s shoulder blades, and thrust passionately.
Vale wailed and scratched at the sheets, coming again, his ass convulsing and his cock spurting. He whimpered while Jason kissed him, pushing back for more. He shivered and quaked, his heart somersaulting with each hard thrust, until he cried, “Please!”
But Jason didn’t give him what he wanted.
Instead, he pulled out.
“No,” Vale moaned, asshole gaping and ravenous.
Jason flipped him over onto his back with more strength than Vale knew he had. Collapsing beside Vale, he kissed his mouth and made soothing sounds, before reaching low and pressing three fingers inside.
“Fuck me!” Vale cried, humping up, riding Jason’s fingers desperately. He’d suffered for hours and he wanted his rewardnow.
“I know,” Jason murmured. “Just be patient.”
Vale’s skin prickled and his body ached. He needed Jason’s cock. “Get back in me,” he ordered, gripping Jason’s chin. “Fuck me.”
Jason tore his face free of Vale’s grip, pulled his fingers out, and rolled up on top of Vale to restrain him. Vale pressed his hard cock—always so hard during heat—up against Jason’s abdomen, and begged with his body, tweaking his own nipples, running his hands up and down his chest.
Jason groaned, bending down to lick the trails of pre-come from Vale’s cock, and then he shoved Vale’s legs up, burying his face between his ass cheeks.
Vale held his legs back, whimpering, as Jason rubbed slick all over his face and shoulders, mouthed his hole, and tongue fucked him. It was delicious but not enough. Never enough. He needed so muchmore.
Jason worked four fingers in easily and Vale squirmed, trying to make them hit all the right places inside, the places that Jason’s cock easily rubbed against, making him come again.
“Where’s the… oh,” Jason whispered, as Vale cried out and arched. “There’s the scar tissue. Does it always hurt?”
Vale clawed at Jason’s hand between his thighs. Unable to talk, he spread his legs wider and rode Jason’s fingers mindlessly, letting them glance against the scar tissue again and again. The pain was good, stretching and deep. Jason worked against the tissue with the pads of his fingers, and then he pulled back, lifted his hand to his face to scent it, and then smeared Vale’s juices across his chest, leaving glistening streaks behind.
“Hold yourself open,” he said. Vale gripped beneath his knees, spreading himself wide. His asshole gripped and released greedily, and he begged with every breath.
Jason stroked his cock, eyes raking up and down Vale’s body. “Say it.”
Vale moaned.
“Say it!” Jason ordered again.
“Alpha, with wolf-god’s blessing, knot your omega,” he whispered, invoking words he’d never spoken to any alpha, though some had tried to entice him. They were holy words, the start to the sacred bonding vow.
