Page 79 of Slow Heat
Jason cocked his head doubtfully. “Canyou make lunch?”
“Don’t believe everything my friends tell you. I’m perfectly capable of sandwiches for four men.” His dick beat with his pulse as he fought the urge to throw the door wide and drag Jason inside.
“I look forward to it then,” Jason said before adjusting his cock to be more inconspicuous and turning to the men behind him. “This way. There’s a lot of work to do. Oh, and Mox, will you let me know your thoughts about what we should plant? We’ll discuss it with Vale before we make any purchases, of course.”
“I’ll be here all day.” Vale said faintly, before shutting the door completely, locking it, and clutching Jason’s coat to his face. He felt to his knees, wrestled his pants open, and gripped his throbbing cock. With his eyes squeezed shut, thinking of Jason’s intense blue gaze, he shoved his hand in his mouth to stifle his grunts. His hips jerked and his body convulsed as he painted white streaks on the worn brown planks.
When it was over, he rose shakily, hung Jason’s coat back up on the rack and grabbed a handkerchief from the pocket of one of his own to clean up the mess. Heart still pounding and asshole quivery and wet, he headed upstairs to shower. A glimmer of worry pestered him despite the post-orgasmic haze. His arousal was barely sated at all.
Alpha imprinting might be instantaneous and violent, but the omega counterpart was nothing to scoff at! His body craved Jason and wasn’t about to let him forget it. It took another orgasm in the shower, complete with his asshole stuffed full of an alpha-sized dildo he rode when Urho needed a break during heats, for him to return to his senses.
The rest ofthe morning passed calmly enough.
Vale pottered around in his study, all loose-limbed and relaxed, sorting through a few piles of magazines. Then he settled in for reading on the sofa with a blanket pulled up over him. Zephyr slept on his legs, and he faced away from the fire, so he could appreciate the view out the now-open windows, where Jason and the betas worked unimpeded. He sipped tea, read a few pages, dozed a bit, dreamed of Jason’s fingers in his ass, and woke aroused all over again. He groaned and turned on his side, dislodging Zephyr, and took slow, deep breaths until his erection went away.
As he came back to himself, he heard four voices raised in song, and the words drifted into him on the breeze. Curious, he rose and stretched, and then crossed the room for a better look. Sure enough, Jason sang along with the other men, his voice a sweet, tender baritone as he crooned an Old World song of love for a human female named Roxanne.
Vale smiled fondly, leaning against the sill and gazing out to where they’d cleared away nearly a truckload full of debris. It was already shaping up to look more like his pater’s old garden. They’d uncovered the old statue of Wolf in Extremis near the back.
The men sang about the beautiful Roxanne selling her body as her lover pleaded for her to understand that with him she had other options. Vale wondered what life had been like for human women. He’d considered the question often from the time he first understood as a young boy that he was destined to be an omega.
Had women suffered like omegas did now? He knew they didn’t experience heats but instead endured a monthly menstruation that signaled the end of fertility for a period instead of the beginning of it. But otherwise, he knew little of their lives.
Did they die in childbirth? Had they also been required to submit to their alpha and subsume their lives to his whims? Had the deity who’d created them, wolf-god or whatever had come before, require them to do so?
Probably not. But there was no telling for sure. Artifacts from the Old World were incomplete at best and confusing at worst.
When the song ended, the beta Jason had called Mox started a new one. Vale recognized it as something he’d heard performed at the theater several months back. He’d attended the show with Urho, and afterward they’d returned to Vale’s house to make love.
He’d always enjoyed Urho’s careful, serious intensity in bed. He should miss it, and maybe eventually he would, but for now he wanted something else entirely. He wanted Jason. A boy who hadn’t even been on his radar when he last heard this song. It was hard to believe it’d only been a week since his life had been turned topsy-turvy.
Jason turned, caught his eye, and wandered over to the window. “Do you like calla lilies? Mox says he can get them from a vendor in the Calitan district for a good price.” Jason wiped a dirty hand over his sweaty forehead, peering in the window at Vale with a smile. “Not that price matters. Don’t let that worry you.”
“I do like them, actually. My pater had them years ago. They died a few years after he did.” Vale shrugged sadly. “I neglected it all very badly.”
“It must have hurt to come out here and think of him. Of course it was too much,” Jason said gently.
“It’s hurt more over the years to look out and see how I let it go to waste. I’m afraid I’m quite lazy, oh alpha, my alpha. If I’m not teaching or writing, I’m fairly useless. I’m not sure what you’ll do with me.”
Jason’s grin turned sly. “Oh, I have lots of ideas of what to do with you.”
Vale’s dick rushed with blood. He clucked his tongue. “Not now.”
After casting a quick look over his shoulder, Jason leaned against the sill and said playfully, “You seemed excited by the idea of a spanking earlier. Would that make you less lazy?” His eyes twinkled. “A spanking a day keeps the dust away.”
Vale’s asshole grew slippery with slick, and he was glad the breeze was blowing into the room instead of out. He could smell Jason’s sweat, though, and that made him even wetter and his ridiculous cock—hadn’t it had enough already?—even harder. “I have a feeling a spanking would be useless for encouraging housekeeping.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’m very motivated by sex, as we’ve already discussed. Spanking will lead to fucking, and that will lead to an orgasm, and that will make me very tired and happy to do nothing but lay around reading books and napping while awaiting my next spanking.” His nipples tingled, and he had to hold himself very still to keep from wriggling his ass. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for control.
Jason’s eyebrows rose. “Good to know. I think I’ll like living with you.”
Vale’s throat clicked as he swallowed.
“Stop flirting with your omega and get back to work,” Mox called from where he hacked at a thick set of overgrown vines. He glared at Jason through a hank of dark, dirty hair. “If you want this cleared by this afternoon, I need all the hands I can get.”
Jason called out, “I’m just negotiating lunch.”
