Page 108 of Slow Heat
“There was an incident in my twenties,” Vale started, lifting his head to meet Jason’s sad gaze. “I didn’t have Urho in my life then and—”
Jason put his fingers over Vale’s lips. “It’s fine. Don’t tell me. Not like this.”
Vale’s brows quirked, confused.
“One day you can tell me because you want me to know,” Jason said. “Not because I asked.”
Valedidwant Jason to know, oddly. Even a day ago, he’d have declared that his alpha never needed to know what had happened during that second rebound heat, but now? After seeing Jason’s heartbreak and tenderness for his pater, after sharing his kisses earlier, and being covered in his come? It wasn’t right for Jason to grow more attached by the second without knowing the truth.
But those very things also made it impossible to tell him now. How could he hurt Jason while he was so scared for Miner? And how could he ruin the memory of their afternoon with a confession that would make Jason see him in a whole new light? It could wait. He shoved aside the niggling thought that negotiations were due to begin again in the morning and that he really needed to make up his own mind about what to do. But with any luck, and with all that Miner and Yule were going through, they might well be put off for another day or more even. He had time—he and Jason still had a little time.
“C’mere,” Jason whispered, spreading his knees apart and patting his lap.
“You know what will happen if I do that.”
“I’m just going to kiss you.”
Vale’s lips twisted in a smirk. “You’re not a convincing liar.”
But he climbed into Jason’s lap anyway. It was a tight fit with both of them in the chair, but Jason held him firmly, making him feel small against his taller form. Jason wasn’t thickly muscled like Urho—who made Vale feel almost breakable when wrapped in his arms—but he was solid, and his hair smelled amazing. Like rosemary and peppermint. He wasn’t bony, either, despite being lanky. There was wiry muscle to pad and support Vale’s weight.
Shifting, so his cock pressed up against Vale’s ass, Jason smiled, his eyes less sparkling than that morning but still kind. “That’s better.”
Vale twined his arms around Jason’s neck. As they kissed, blood rushed into his dick so fast it made him almost lightheaded. Jason’s mouth moved down his neck, sucking soft and hard, and then back up to capture his lips again.
Jason’s hand crept to the front of Vale’s satin pajama pants, gripping his cock through the material.
“Show it to me again.”
Vale shuddered. “Now’s not the time.”
“I need a distraction. Now’s the perfect time.” He slipped his hand under Vale’s robe, gliding up and down his back. “Your skin is so smooth and soft.” He moved his hand to the front, trailing through the hair over Vale’s chest and across the words tattooed on his ribs. “I love your body. Soon you’ll tell me about these tattoos. That’ll give me something else to love about you.”
Vale closed his eyes, trying to get control over himself, but his skin prickled maddeningly, and his asshole grew wet, ready, and wanton. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Yes,” Jason whispered in his ear. “Fuck.”
He kissed Vale again, throwing the world into a spin of breath, lips, tongue, and saliva. Vale clung to Jason, groaning, sucking and licking. His nipples drew up hard and tight, exposed to the cool air of the study, as Jason tugged his robe from his shoulders.
His cock leaked against his pajama bottoms, and his asshole loosened as more slick erupted from his omega glands. Jason kissed his neck and earlobe, teasing him with teeth, until he quivered and rutted against him in the chair. With surprising strength, Jason gripped him under the buttocks, lifted him, and rose to standing with Vale clinging around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist.
The sofa was the closest place to lie down and Jason crawled on top of him, his mouth never leaving Vale’s skin or lips. “Yes,” Vale whispered, hunching up to press their groins together. “Fuck me.”
Jason pulled away long enough to stand up so he could unbutton and remove his own shirt and open his pants. His cock was fully erect. The veins Vale had noticed before were even more prominent now, and the whole perfect piece jutted out in hard, gorgeous inches that Vale couldn’t keep his hands off.
Jason gasped, throwing his head back, as Vale leaned forward and sucked on the fat crown. The shaft was too big to go all the way in, stretching Vale’s mouth wide until the corners burned. “Oh, yes,” Jason said, voice shaking. “That’s good. Use your tongue.”
Vale closed his eyes and sucked and licked until Jason gripped him by the hair and pulled him off. “You’re going to make me come.”
Vale shuddered and wrenched his pajama bottoms away. “Come inside me.”
Jason moaned, and dove down pushing Vale’s legs back. He buried his face between Vale’s soaking ass cheeks, licking and sucking on his quivering, wet asshole. “That’s right,” Jason murmured. “Get me soaked. Come on my face.”
Vale whined and held his knees back to give Jason more room to work. Heat pooled in his pelvis and spread through his body. Pinpricks of brilliant, stinging need shimmered over his skin, stripping him of doubt and leaving him begging for more.
Legs trembling and heart hammering, he felt the first wave of a sweet anal orgasm descend on him. He crowed, arching his back. Jason worked his tongue harder over and in Vale’s convulsing hole. And another wave crashed over him—an intense, fluttering, pulsing orgasm that left him cresting, riding the pleasure higher and higher, and craving Jason’s cock.
Jason pulled away, rubbed the slick from his cheeks all over Vale’s pubic hair, up his treasure trail, and into his chest hair. He captured Vale’s mouth again and kissed him breathless, only moving away when he slid his fingers into Vale’s quivering ass.
