Page 24 of Alpha Heat
When he was calmer, he opened his eyes again and with trembling fingers tested Xan’s ribs for breaks. The dips and planes of Xan’s muscled stomach and chest were mostly hairless, and his pale skin contrasted against Urho’s fingers sharply. Xan hissed in pain as Urho applied some pressure, testing the damage he found. He felt his ribcage carefully, relieved to find that despite the horrific colors blooming all over Xan’s torso, his ribs didn’t appear broken.
Then he carefully touched the fingerprint bruises around Xan’s neck. His heart ached as he asked Xan to turn his head this way and that, and then felt carefully for damage. He didn’t like to think of what could have gone wrong had a little more force been applied.
Turning to his bag, Urho removed a liniment that promoted healing. Opening the lid of the small glass tub, the scent of arnica and licorice root filled the air. He scooped a dollop onto his fingers and smeared it over the worst of Xan’s bruises, finding the skin hot and fragile beneath his hands.
Xan stared up at him, breath coming in shallow pants, and his nipples rose into peaks. Urho’s heart thumped, but he cleared his throat, wiped his fingers on a handkerchief from his bag, and then murmured, “I’ll need to see below as well. I can smell the onset of some infection there.”
Xan’s cheeks flushed even brighter, his pulse pounding visibly in his throat. But he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, revealing a nicely shaped and half-hard alpha cock, as well as a thick bush of black pubic hair.
Urho’s balls tingled and his own cock thickened. He turned away to his bag, pretending to search for something as he ruthlessly tried to squash the rising arousal flooding him. “I’ll need you on all fours,” he said, but his voice was rough and strange even to his own ears.
When he turned back around, Xan had complied. His ass was up in the air, and his knees and forearms dug into the thin daybed mattress. Urho’s breath caught in his throat. He blinked hard. Xan’s back was bruised as well, several boot-shaped welts were perilously close to his spine, and even his ass cheek sported a red, round bruise.
But his pale skin glowed in the morning sun, his dark hair was glossy and beautiful, and his ass was gorgeous—juicy and plump, the sort of ass an omega would be proud to possess.
But he’s not an omega. He’s an alpha and it’s absolutely forbidden.
Urho swallowed hard, adjusting his cock in his pants. Then he knelt to get a better view, pulling the pale globes of Xan’s ass cheeks open to examine his anus. He found it like a seashell, hidden at first by a whorl of dark pubic hair. As he brushed the soft hair aside, heat flashed through him like a lightning strike. He gulped and saliva flooded his mouth.
Xan twisted to gaze back over his shoulder. Urho’s cock rose to full hardness as he caught Xan’s worried, blue gaze. “Is it all right?” Xan’s voice trembled slightly, and Urho wanted to grip him by the hips, tug him close, and kiss the puffy, red flesh in front of him. He wanted to keep that tender hole safe forever.
Urho shook his head hard, trying to gain sanity again.
Xan’s eyes went wide with fear. “How bad is it?”
Urho cleared his throat. Blood roared in his ears, dots swirled in his vision, and his cock pulsed pre-come in his pants. He shuddered, gripped by a crazy urge to lean forward and not only kiss, but lick the puffy, damaged flesh. He shook it off with great effort, forcing his focus back on the task at hand. “You’re swollen there. There are small tears.”
“But it’s not ruined?”
“Ruined?” Urho repeated, his brain sending up fireworks, his cock straining. “It’s going to be fine.” He took a deep breath, still scenting the underlying hint of infection. He should check inside for fissures. After picking up the lube he’d set aside, he slipped on a thin plastic medical glove made from the same material as alpha condoms. “Spread your legs a little wider for me. I need to feel you internally.”
Xan moaned pitifully, and his cock twitched and swelled to rise against his stomach. His balls shifted up tight to the base of his shaft, and his thighs trembled.
Urho’s own dick throbbed so hard he felt the echo of it behind his eyes. “Wolf-god,” he whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Xan murmured, redness running up his back and flushing his face. “I can’t help it. But I promise, I won’t come.”
Urho growled, trying to block out the visual that popped into his mind: Xan, back arched, asshole wrapped around Urho’s dick as he streaked the daybed beneath him with copious wads of alpha semen.
“He hates it when I come,” Xan whispered, and Urho nearly blacked out as rage rocked him. He sat back on his heels, breathing hard, cock jerking within his pants. He sucked in a jagged breath.
Xan spread his legs wider and hid his face on his forearms. His cock hung there before Urho’s eyes, long and thick, bigger than any omega’s, and growing harder by the second. Urho poured lube onto one gloved finger, closing his eyes and trying to get a hold of himself.
He must be getting sick, spiking a fever, or perhaps going insane, because as he swiped over Xan’s abused asshole, he wanted nothing more than to rise up and plunge his own cock into it. He bit down on his lower lip and shivered.
Xan arched his back into the lordosis position, presenting himself like an omega would. Urho’s balls drew up hard. His breath pushed through him greedily, a rough susurration he could hear echoing around the room. He pushed his finger in and tried to clear his mind of the screaming, possessive lust that swamped him, but it was no good.
It didn’t matter that it was wrong, or that the Holy Book of Wolf condemned these feelings, or that as a doctor he should not be touching a patient when he was aroused in this manner—this confusing and wrong manner. It didn’t alter anything.
He closed his eyes, taking slow breaths, and focused on his duties as a doctor. He felt inside, pretending Xan was a patient in the Calitan district, an older beta who’d been taken anally by an alpha, perhaps. It didn’t matter, so long as whoever he was touching was not, and never could be Xan Heelies.
But the pungent scent of Xan’s arousal filtered into his lungs, uniquely his and beyond delicious, until Urho couldn’t pretend any longer. He wanted to press his face closer to Xan’s skin, to breathe it in more fully, to wallow in it, and then fuck it.
What the wolf-hell is wrong with you?
When he was sure he could control himself, he pulled his finger free, removed the glove, and sat back on his heels. “You’re going to be fine.” His voice broke and he cleared his throat, trying again. “There are no fissures and the small tears will heal. The infection I scented earlier has barely started. I’ll leave medicine for you.”
He stood slowly, his cock not easing, and turned around to hide the evidence from Xan as best he could. He counted out tablets into a small pillbox for Xan’s medication, and tried to think around the wild panic ransacking his mind. He’d never wanted to fuck another alpha before. No matter how handsome or pretty, no matter how small or tight-bodied. Not until Xan.
