Page 85 of Slow Heat
One voice in his head whispered,Get used to it. He should take a surrogate, while another hissed,No, I want him to choose me! Please always choose me.
Jason scrambled up from the table and around to kneel at Vale’s feet. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll never do it again. It was the last time and I did it for him, because he needed it. But there’s no excuse. I wish I could take it back.”
Vale’s fingers shook as he threaded them into Jason’s hair and tilted his head back. “Shh. Be quiet. You don’t need to say anything more.”
“Will you ever forgive me?”
Vale smiled gently. Oh, there was his insecure baby alpha after all. “If there’s one thing I’ve figured out over the years, it’s that I’m not good at holding grudges. I’m not thrilled, but we aren’t contracted. I don’t have any legal grounds for objection.”
“Morally, though…” Jason trailed off. “I shouldn’t have done it. For a lot of reasons.”
“I’m more concerned for your friend.” Vale couldn’t resist letting his fingers trail down Jason’s cheek, finding the skin smooth from a recent shave.
Vale had heard of grown alphas who enjoyed the taboo nature of sex with another alpha before. They were called unmanned and scorned by society, thrown into jail if caught in the open, and considered morally depraved. He’d never bought into those ideas but he’d never known an alpha who yearned for another alpha personally.
Over his years as a professor, there had been a few rare instances of an unmanned alpha amongst the students. But when it was discovered the unmanned was usually withdrawn by his parents and taken home for an attempt at so-called re-education, which, from what he understood, consisted of contracting with an omega and getting him pregnant as quickly as possible. A family life was supposed to cure the problem.
“Is he safe? Will he get into trouble seeking out another alpha in the future?” Vale asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so,” Jason whispered to Vale’s shoes. “He says he wishes he was an omega.” Then he shuddered. “Don’t tell anyone. Please!”
“Of course not,” Vale promised. “I’d never put a friend of yours in danger.”
Jason looked up with wet lashes. “I’m scared for him.”
“You have every right to be.” Vale stroked his fingers down Jason’s face again, wiping the tears before they fell, and rubbed his thumb along Jason’s lower lip. The temptation to kiss him again was strong, and he fought it valiantly.
He deserves an omega he can reproduce with. Stop doing this to yourself. Stop doing it to him. Stop wanting him to want you. And stop lying to yourself that he won’t resent you later when you’re contracted and you can’t provide him with a continuation of the family line.
Stop, Vale. Stop.
But his body didn’t listen to his mind. He twined his fingers in Jason’s hair, growled, and gave in.
Kissing Jason was too sweet and right. His asshole gushed and he moaned, begging with his body as he tugged Jason up until their combined weight toppled the kitchen chair and they landed hard on the wood floor.
Still they didn’t stop kissing, and Vale’s cock throbbed with renewed need. Jason gripped his ass and they humped together, kissing, moaning, and pawing at each other. Sweat broke over Vale’s body, and he felt the tug of an orgasm drawing near.
“Yes,” he crooned, moving against Jason harder. “Make me come, darling.”
Jason gripped his chin, kissing him thoroughly, and Vale arched up, his cock flexing in his pants. He cried out as he spurted hard and his asshole overflowed with slick again. He trembled, his hole squeezing and releasing, seeking Jason’s thick cock.
His body spasmed as he rushed up into the hotter, higher place omegas ascended to after the first shared orgasm with an alpha. Vale needed to be fucked and he needed to come again—this time he wanted the mind-numbing, earth-shaking orgasm that came from being plowed by a massive alpha-cock. It was one of the blessings of being an omega—multiple orgasms of several different kinds.
Jason moaned and hunched against him. “Fuck!” He buried his face in Vale’s neck, going still, while Vale still shuddered against him. His panting breath tickled, and Vale squirmed.
“Come for me,” Vale begged. “Give me your cock. Please.”
Jason shook his head.
Vale moaned and shoved against Jason’s thick dick. “Take me upstairs if it makes you feel better about it. But please, Jason. I need you inside me.”
His higher mind, still silenced by the shock of orgasm, buzzed with a slight discouragement, a sense that he shouldn’t be begging Jason to do this. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Jason gently disentangled himself from Vale’s arms and legs and sat on the floor next to him, pants distended by his massive dick. “No. We shouldn’t. Not now.”
Vale nearly screamed in frustration, but he opted for reaching up and trying to drag Jason back into the kiss again. Jason rebuffed him gently. “No, I just wanted to make you come. To see what you looked like during and after. In case…” he let it trail off.
“What?”
