Page 86 of Slow Heat
“In case you won’t contract with me,” Jason whispered. “Because I know you’re not convinced you should yet.”
“And shouldn’t I get to see what you look like when you come?” Vale licked his lips. “What if that’s a selling point, darling? For the contract.”
“You want to see?” Jason’s voice was gruff.
“More than anything.” Right now, that was true, but as the seconds ticked past, Vale’s higher mind was coming awake again. A hint of doubt that this was wise coursed with the rush of orgasm.
Jason held Vale down, one hand on his throat, owning, possessive, as he kneeled up and took out his cock.
Vale’s eyes rolled back in his head when he saw the veiny thickness, loose foreskin, and great length, and then he forced himself to focus as Jason stroked it right beside his face. Vale put out his tongue, but Jason pulled back from it.
“Just watch,” he whispered.
Staring down at Vale, Jason’s cheeks went red and his lips ruddy as he worked his hand over himself. Vale wanted to join in, undo his ruined pants and stick his hand down past his still-hard cock to finger his wet hole while he watched Jason jerk himself off.
“Come for me,” Vale whispered. “Show me what you look like.”
Jason’s eyes grew vulnerable and almost frightened, as he thrust into his hand again and again. “Vale,” he whispered, and then his face crumpled, his hips spasmed, and white wads of come shot up into the air. It spattered the floor, the kitchen chair that lay toppled to the ground, and Vale’s shirt and pants. A glob landed on Vale’s cheek and another on his forehead, and Jason groaned, aimed, and pumped a huge spurt directly into Vale’s open mouth.
Vale’s tastebuds exploded with flavor and he convulsed on the floor, the weight of Jason’s hand on his throat holding him down, as he came a second time. His alpha’s taste triggered a cascade of previously unknown pleasure, an orgasm of an essence and texture he’d never experienced before. Quivering, sweating, and shaking, he swallowed Jason’s come down, and opened his mouth for more.
But Jason was done.
Panting and moaning, Jason collapsed on Vale and kissed him desperately before licking the sticky come from Vale’s forehead and cheek and sharing it in another kiss. Vale lay limply on the kitchen floor, letting Jason taste him and stroke him through his clothes. Then Jason sat back and tucked himself back into his pants.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said hoarsely.
“No, it wasn’t,” Vale agreed.
And while a skeptical part of him feared there were too many difficulties between them to rely on the idea that an agreement could be struck and a contract signed, he also knew he’d never regret having tasted his alpha’s come and witnessed his pleasure.
Protocols be damned. His heart be broken. His hope turned to misery. No matter what came in the future, this he would not regret.
Jason stood slowly, shakily, and helped Vale to his feet. “We should clean up. Separately. Or this will start all over again.”
Head still spinning, Vale nodded and waved toward the downstairs bathroom at the end of the hall just past the study. “That way. I’ll go up to my room.”
“And then I’ll go back out to work.” Jason swallowed hard. “You forgive me then? For what I did with Xan?”
Vale blinked at him. “Darling, a life lesson for you: don’t bring up former lovers while your current one is still shaking from the orgasms you shared.”
Jason ducked his head and blushed.
Upstairs in his room, washing and changing for the third time since waking that morning, Vale realized that he’d still never asked Jason about Miner and the abortifacients. How was he ever going to make an informed decision about whether or not he should throw his lot in with the Sabel-Hoff family if he couldn’t keep his hands off the boy? This was why protocols existed. So that level-headed choices could be made before it was too late.
As Vale knelt in his shower with the alpha-dildo shoved into his still-needing ass, he wondered if he’d ever be level-headed again.
He closed his eyes and stroked his cock, rolling the lingering taste of Jason around in his mouth, and as he pictured Jason’s face crumpling in pleasure, he came again with a tight cry that echoed on the tiles.
He kept the dildo shoved inside and slipped to the floor of the tub, letting the water beat down on his legs and rigid cock.
“Wolf-god! Coming five times in one day,” he whispered. “I might as well be in heat.”
He bit into his lip as a terrible thought formed.
Yesterday, he’d loaded up on Rosen’s food, but he hadn’t been hungry all day today. Even after several orgasms this morning, he’d eschewed lunch. Then he’d begged Jason to fuck him, to forget protocols and plug his ass with that beautiful cock. He’d wanted him to do it. Again and again. And even more telling than that, he wasstill aroused.
But it couldn’t be…
