Page 41 of Slow Heat
He shoved Xan to the bed. Submission replaced the challenge he’d been giving off, and Jason’s blood sang in victory.
“Yes, get your ass up,” he muttered, still seeking the source of the scent that flitted around him, just out of reach. “Get yourself ready for me to fuck you.”
Then his eyes fell to his bedside table.
There.
Jason grabbed the strip of blue fabric, the bookmark Vale had given him, and pressed it to his nose.Yes.Deeply embedded in the material was the scent of Vale’s house—old papers, dusty books, and the sharp lead scent of pencils. On top of those deeper scents, Jason could just make out a trace of musk, a hint of mint from the garden, and the rose-scented sweetness of Vale’s skin.
He groaned, his cock throbbing with blood, hard and aching.
Muddled thoughts rose. His omega was out there, just a few streets away, maybe being fucked by another alpha at this very moment, maybe not. It didn’t matter. There was nothing he could ever do about the past or the present.
Just the future.
And in the immediate future, Jason was going to fuck the daylights out of Xan. He’d make another alpha mewl and cry and come. He’d make him beg.
Jason’s cock swelled harder.
On the bed, Xan was naked and in position. Reaching back, he held his ass cheeks open. His tight hole glistened with his own hastily applied spit.
“Hurry,” Xan whispered. “Fuck me.” His blue eyes burned urgently over his shoulder, and his red lips parted with each violent exhale of breath.
Jason tossed the ribbon aside, the scent of Vale’s house and skin clinging in his nose. Spit wasn’t nearly enough to slick the way, but Jason pushed his dick against Xan’s hole. It gave a little, but he couldn’t press inside. A shot of frustration zipped up Jason’s spine, and he pushed harder.
“Please. I need it.” Xan arched his back, presenting like an omega.
“Take it then,” he said, gripping Xan’s hips and pushing in past the resistant ring of muscle.
Xan cried out, his asshole spasming hard. Jason groaned, yearning to shove in more, but he didn’t want to hurt his friend. He rubbed Xan’s back, bending low to take in the sweet scent of Xan’s sweat. It filled his nostrils, replacing the scent of the ribbon and Vale.
He closed his eyes, concentrated hard, and wrangled his mind back from the lust-addled field it’d been romping on. Vale wasn’t here now. It was wrong to include him in this, especially when Xan was giving himself up so earnestly.
Jason had been wrong. Again.
Some alpha he was going to be.
He breathed in and out, calming himself. Beneath him, Xan shook and his body pulsed around Jason’s cock. His heartbeat thundered wildly under Jason’s palm. He cried out softly, a sour desperation slipping into his scent.
Guiding them both down to the mattress, Jason sunk in deeper as they went. “Hush,” he said soothingly. “I’ve got you.”
Xan bore down on him, taking Jason in to the root, and then he broke into soft tears, fingers clenching in the sheets. Jason nuzzled the back of his neck. “It’s okay. I’ll give you what you need. Don’t cry, Xan.”
Jason caressed Xan’s back until he loosened around him, and then, while Xan cried against he mattress, he fucked into him with long, firm strokes. He took his time, making sure to angle just right, leaving Xan shuddering, begging, and twisting in the sheets.
“Talk to me,” Xan said through his tears. “Say the things I like to hear.”
Heart aching, he whispered against Xan’s shoulder. “That’s it. Take it like a good little omega. Open up for me, slut.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Not now.” Jason sped up his strokes. “You want me so much.”
“So much,” Xan gasped, arching his back and groaning loudly, tears still leaking down his face.
“You want me to fill you up with my baby?”
“I do. Oh, Jason, I do.” Xan shuddered hard. “I love you.”
