Page 129 of Slow Heat
Jason’s blue eyes glowed possessively and he plunged into Vale again, fucking him hard and fast, face buried in Vale’s neck, muffling his cries. Vale clung desperately as his body was stuffed full of Jason’s cock and then relieved of it, and then stuffed to the brim again. The scent of their union wafted around them in a heady musk.
“Fuck,” Jason whispered, squeezing him so tightly that Vale had a hard time drawing breath. “Fuck…here it comes. Here’s my knot.”
Vale sobbed as he felt the tip of Jason cock press against the mouth of his womb, and then Jason thrust harder, popping the head inside. Orgasm claimed him again and he convulsed hard. “Fill me,” he begged, incoherent and reduced to instinct. “Fill me up!”
Jason threw back his head, a cry of gratification wrenched from him as he came. “Vale!” he shouted, his body twitching and convulsing between Vale’s clinging legs. “Oh, wolf-god, it’s…” Another teeth rattling convulsion gripped him. “It’s too much.”
Shudders clutched him, and then Vale felt it, too—the hard, bulbous knot forming at the base of Jason’s cock, filling him up completely, pushing the last of the slick from his glands. He scrabbled at Jason’s back, lost in pleasure, crooning and crying, his body spasming in bliss as his insides stretched around Jason’s growing knot.
Jason twitched in his arms, lost in ecstasy, his knot stretching Vale open wide and locking them together. “Mine,” he growled by his ear. “My omega, mine.”
Vale squeezed around his knot and Jason howled, biting his shoulder, quivering and shaking as his cock pulsed deep in Vale’s womb. Vale’s eyes rolled up and he nearly lost consciousness as a cascade of orgasms rolled through him again. As he surfaced from the unbearable pleasure, he was sweating, crying, and still coming on Jason’s knot.
A long time passed before Vale fully came out of the haze of bliss, the heat wave past, and the continuous orgasms slowing.
“Perfect, you’re perfect,” Vale whimpered when he could breathe again. He dared to squirm on the knot that held them together, and Jason almost broke the skin on his shoulder when he bit down again, convulsing through another orgasm. “Never been like this. The perfect fit.”
Relaxed and sated for the first time since the first heat wave hit, Vale luxuriated on Jason’s knot, squeezing it, and coming gently on it, never wanting it to soften. “Beautiful.” His mind drifted in the lazy, sweetness of the post-wave ecstasy of a knotted omega. “So beautiful, darling.”
Jason moaned and sobbed gently against his shoulder, overcome. Vale rubbed his back and made soothing sounds, awed at the sweetness and the roughness of the boy who’d claimed him as his own. He kissed his neck gently, whispering, “Just hold me. I’ve got you.”
Jason squeezed him tightly and shuddered again, tears wetting Vale’s neck and shoulder. His heart swelled with tenderness and he whispered words of endearment.
As Jason clung to him. Vale licked his lips, suddenly sure, and whispered the rest of the omega’s sacred words. “We are alpha and omega, the beginning and the end.”
Jason lifted up to gaze down at Vale earnestly, sealing the vow with the alpha’s response. “We are alpha and omega. The everything.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Vale slept deeply,having finally passed out on Jason’s knot as it softened, and after almost an hour of watching him sleep, Jason was famished.
Carefully, he extricated himself from Vale’s grasp and pulled on a pair of Vale’s soft pants. They were a bit short on him, but he wasn’t about to put his bloody clothes back on. Then he chose a blue t-shirt, which fit fairly well. He checked that Vale was still sleeping before he opened the door to their room. There was water, fruit, and a package of cookies, but he was hungry for more. The scent of something spicy and warm wafted up from downstairs and he followed it to the kitchen.
Zephyr was on Rosen’s shoulders as he stirred a big pot on the stove.
“Hey,” Jason said, pulling at the bottom of his t-shirt hoping he didn’t look ridiculous. “Is that for us?”
“It is indeed,” Rosen said, smiling over his shoulder. “I went to the butcher and cheese shop when the screams started and, by the time I got back, the house wasn’t shaking anymore.” He winked at Jason. “I admit, I wasn’t expecting you to have a great deal of skill, but from what I heard, Vale won’t have any complaints.”
Jason took a seat at the table as Rosen poured a bowl for him. “To be fair, I didn’t do anything special. It was just intense. Together like that, during a heat, for the first time.”
A sad smile crossed Rosen’s lips. “I won’t denythatpart of the alpha-omega deal seems beautiful. But as for the rest? Well, listening to Vale this morning and afternoon did away with any notions I’d let myself develop since the last time I sat with him through a heat. No, thank you. I’ll take being a beta anytime. Childless, and without a fairytale mate, sure, but free to choose who I love and fuck.” He frowned when he looked at Jason.
“What?”
“Come here. I know something to help with that.” He pulled Jason toward the cupboards and opened one to reveal a mess of liniments and ointments. He shuffled around inside. “Here.” Then he carefully rubbed a soothing cream over the chafed spots on Jason’s chin and face. “That beard burn is vicious. You should make him shave.”
Jason felt his cheeks go hot but he didn’t say a thing. There was no way he’d make Vale shave. He liked his body hair and loved the scrape of his beard. “My face will toughen up.”
“Maybe. Eventually, you can grow one of your own.” Rosen motioned at his own face. “It’ll be a buffer.”
Jason shrugged and sat down at the table again. Taking a bite of soup, he gathered his courage and asked, “Have you heard from Yosef?”
Rosen sat down across the table. Zephyr meowed and crawled down from his shoulder and settled in his lap. Jason was a tad jealous, he could use some comfort from Zephyr, but he supposed Rosen had been in her life longer, and he deserved her loyalty.
“He called.” Rosen reached out to take hold of Jason’s hand. “The news is cautiously good. Xan was there giving blood when Yosef showed up. Your pater’s fever is stabilized, he hasn’t gone septic after all, and he’s stopped bleeding.” He squeezed Jason’s hand.
“Then what’s the problem?”
