Page 127 of Slow Heat
Jason swallowed hard and nodded.
“Now, get cleaned up and I’ll see about rousing him. He’ll need a shower. I’ll handle that in the other bathroom. You just get prepared. This will take a toll on you, too.”
Jason nodded and headed into the bathroom to soak the trauma from his hands and skin. The warm water of the bath did a good job, but, even as he heard Vale and Rosen ascending the stairs, the racing fear for his pater didn’t completely leave his bloodstream.
It was Vale’s scent that broke him out of his panicked numbness. The sweet, muskiness of Vale’s slick drifted in to him from the other bathroom. His cock rose with a breathtaking rush. Vale’s voice rumbled and Jason detected a raspy, spent quality to it, even through the bathroom wall. The coolness of the alpha quell battled with the rising heat of his lust. He took deep breaths. He could handle a heat. For Vale.
He dried off and set the rest of his alpha quell out on the bathroom counter for later. It would help keep him sane enough to remember to use the condoms, to not impregnate Vale, and to make good choices about how to spend the time between waves.
“I need Jason,” Vale’s voice rose pitifully from the bedroom.
“Jason’s right here,” Rosen answered.
As Jason stepped out from the bathroom, all he could see was Vale spread across the bed. He dragged his eyes from Vale’s hard cock to his flushed nipples and then up to his red mouth and bright eyes. His skin was rosy from the shower and his hair glistened damply on the pillow. His eyes pierced Jason with a desperation that cut to the quick.
Rosen left, closing the door behind him.
“Darling, you came.”
Jason approached the bed slowly, his heavy cock swaying in front of him. “You should have told me.”
Vale shivered. “I didn’t want you to know.” He reached for Jason as his cock convulsed and leaked delicious pre-come. Jason’s mouth watered and he moved closer, ready to lick it up. “But I can’t recall why now.”
Jason did. He remembered clearly how Vale’s shame had driven him to try to burn the bond between them. But he didn’t care anymore. Whatever Vale had done, whatever he’d said about his past—nothing was as important as keeping Vale safe. He couldn’t do anything for his pater, but he could protect Vale forever.
“I’m here for you,” Jason said. “You won’t turn me away ever again.”
Vale reached for him with his entire body, arching and calling to him, so wet, and open, and needy. Jason groaned, cock aching, balls twitching. The scent of slick was overwhelming and Jason wanted to bury his face there, licking and tasting that delicious fluid, but he also wanted to grab Vale’s slim hips and drive into him the way he had on the sofa two nights before.
Torn between his impulses, it was Vale who decided for him.
“Oh, it hurts!” Vale gasped and arched up hard, crying out in pain, before flipping onto his stomach and lifting his ass high in the air.
Reaching for a condom, Jason rolled it on with shaking hands. It felt strange, a dull second skin, but through the material he felt the pressure of his fingers and the heat of his palm. He wiped nervous sweat from his eyes and crawled into position.
Vale pulled his ass cheeks apart, begging with his whole body, crooning for Jason to fill his hole. “Need it. Please, please, please. Needyou, darling. Ithurts!”
Nothing about this was how he’d imagined his first heat with Vale. He’d thought they’d take a trip to the shore, and they’d look forward to it for weeks with anticipation. He’d imagined nothing but pleasure for days.
But life kept proving to him, over and over, that it didn’t give a damn what was supposed to happen. ‘Supposed to’ was for fairytales. No, Vale was here before him, on his knees, begging, after hours of pain. That was reality. Maybe it wasn’t romantic, or dreamy, or sweet. But it was real. It was his. Vale washis.
To claim, and take, and soothe. To mark and fill. To forgive and love.
Screw contracts, screw the chomping teeth of death, and most of all screw the fantasies he’d spun before he knew any better. This was his life and his omega.
His Vale.
He aimed his cock and covered Vale’s back, plunging deep and hard with his first thrust.
Vale clawed atthe bedding, pushing back to take more of Jason in. He moaned softly as his swollen omega glands released copious amounts of slick as Jason’s huge cock pressed hard against them. The alpha dildo hadn’t been enough—it never was. Vale reached back to grip Jason’s hair and twisted to tug his mouth to his own. Jason’s thickness expanded even more, milking his glands relentlessly with each thrust, and promising the knot to come. Vale quivered, anxious for it, greedy for the primal fullness that always left him awed and sated.
Jason broke their kiss, gripping Vale’s hips and holding him steady and still with his cock buried deep. “Grip around me,” he rasped. “Squeeze me tight.”
Vale’s mouth ached for want of Jason’s lips and he tried to tug Jason down again, but a swift smack to his ass brought him to a gasping clarity.
“Grip me,” Jason ordered again. Vale’s stomach flipped over as he hastened to obey. “Tighter. Feel me inside you.”
Vale squeezed all over, closing his eyes and moaning as his body vibrated around Jason’s thickness. It felt more solid than anything in the world, and it felt so good against his tender, aching glands. Vale squeezed his fists, tightening as much as he could while the slick poured out, wetting their thighs and the bed, scenting the air with the musky smell of his need.
