Page 36 of Alpha Heat
Xan’s asshole quivered, and he bit his lower lip, wishing that he wasn’t still so sore. If Urho wanted to fuck him, it was going to hurt. His fears about whether or not Urho really wanted him retreated. With a fat, slick cock dripping in front of his face and the scent of Urho’s arousal rising thickly around him, it was hard to deny the truth.
“Open your mouth,” Urho ordered, desperation and a hint of rage slipping into his voice, making the hair on the back of Xan’s neck rise. He hurried to obey.
Urho’s head tipped back as Xan traced his pointed tongue against Urho’s slick cockhead, gathering his pungent alpha pre-come and wallowing it around his mouth. The bitter tang made his nipples pebble and his cock flex hard, dribbling his own pre-come against his thigh.
The scent of their desire twined in the room, and Urho groaned as he threaded his fingers into Xan’s hair. The sharp tug forward took Xan’s breath away, but he was ready. Spreading his lips and jaw wide, he kept his eyes tilted up on Urho’s face as he swallowed most of his cock down, and then relaxed his throat to allow Urho to push in even further.
Tears pricked his eyes, and his dick pounded against the fabric of his tight pants. He gagged slightly when Urho pushed in to his balls, gasping for breath as Urho slipped out of his throat with a moan. Then, hands gripping Xan’s hair, he thrust right back in.
Xan whimpered and gagged again as Urho set up a rocking pace. His hips twitched forward and back, allowing Xan a drag of breath between thrusts, and then depriving him of it again, and again, and again. Xan floated away on the rhythm, lost to all but the need to breathe on time and the way the fabric of his pants rubbed against his cockhead when he shifted his hips in tandem.
He reached up to grip Urho’s forearms, clinging onto him as Urho gripped Xan’s hair. Tears slipped down Xan’s face and thick saliva dripped down his chin, coating his neck and Urho’s balls, but the face fucking didn’t slow.
Urho’s eyes remained on Xan’s face, and every twist of his features transmitted his pleasure and spoke of the bliss he took from each push into Xan’s throat. “Touch yourself,” he finally gritted out, shaking Xan’s hand free of his forearm. “Make yourself come. I want to smell it.”
Xan’s eyes rolled up, gratitude at being allowed what Monhundy always denied swelling in him. He gripped his dick through his pants. He squeezed in rhythm to Urho’s thrusts. His balls buzzed with rushing jizz, and his thighs and stomach jumped and strained as the urge to come grew. He gripped Urho’s forearm harder with his other hand and surrendered, opening his throat and relaxing his mouth.
Urho cried out, sensing the submission, and crushed Xan’s face to his dark pubes as he crammed his cock deep into Xan’s throat. Xan’s yell was muffled, his orgasm yanking him into explosive bliss. Come pumped wildly from his cock, massive loads of it streaming down his leg, hot as piss.
He gagged and choked around Urho’s fat cock, pleasure gripping him in a seizure of sensation as his orgasm raged on. Urho yanked out of his mouth, aimed, and yelled as the splatter of his hot come marked Xan’s cheeks, lips, tongue, and throat.
Urho’s cry echoed in the room. Xan panted hard, sucking in hot, sweet air, tasting Urho’s pleasure in it like a musky perfume that coated him from head to toe. He licked his lips and used his fingers to shove Urho’s come from all over his cheeks and chin into his hungry mouth.
Urho stared down at him, eyes glassy and sated. A smirk of satisfaction twisted his mouth and a hint of proprietary pride gleamed in his eyes. He sat on the chair and pulled Xan to kneel between his thighs. He studied his face carefully, and then slid his fingers thorugh the lingering mess of come on Xan’s neck. He brought a fingerful up to Xan’s mouth and pressed it inside.
Xan sucked Urho’s salty finger and tongued the end of it gently. Urho grunted before leaning in to take Xan’s mouth in a hot kiss. Urho’s tongue slipped over his, and Xan kissed him back. He drew in closer, almost crawling into Urho’s lap, hearing small urgent sounds and knowing dimly that they came from his own throat.
Xan gasped when Urho drew back for a breath, his heart racing and cock thumping with renewed need that ached in his balls like a bruise.
“There,” Urho murmured, slumping back into the chair, his pants still around his thighs and his bare ass on the leather. His cock was still mostly hard, but was now going soft.
Xan bent close to lick it adoringly, a kittenish contentment flooding him in the aftermath of what they’d just done. He took hold of the root, fattening it up, and pressed the sensitive head into his mouth to gently rest against his tongue. It dribbled another spurt of come, and he swallowed it eagerly.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply of the filthy scent that rose around them. This was the lust the Holy Book of Wolf condemned, this tender moment with Urho’s cock in his mouth. A warm reverence welled in him, alongside a new, shaky fear.
Urho stroked his hair, his fingers quivering against Xan’s scalp, but the sensation was soothing. Reassuring. Xan could relax. He wasn’t about to be beaten for coming, or for enjoying this, least of all for wanting it.
Minutes passed and Urho’s cock grew fully hard again. It forced Xan’s lips wide as he suckled the head gently. Urho did nothing about it, though. Simply ran his hands over Xan’s hair, making contented sounds. Finally, he said, “I know you enjoy being fucked but your hole can’t take it until it’s healed.”
Xan squeezed his eyes closed. He wanted to beg. Instead he sucked Urho’s cock more enthusiastically, bringing him up to a state of arousal that couldn’t be denied again. He reached his hand into his own messy pants and squeezed himself as he sucked and licked, bobbed his head, and groaned, as once again he brought Urho to climax. This time he swallowed the copious seed down.
Moaning, Urho slipped his cock from Xan’s mouth. He pressed Xan’s face to rest against his trembling thigh. His tight, dark balls twitched not far from Xan’s lips, so he scooted forward to lick and kiss them eagerly, hoping for one more round before whatever this madness was came to an end. One more orgasm before Urho woke to the reality of his offense to wolf-god and Xan had to face his exile to Virona.
Urho allowed him to lick his balls for a few minutes. Then he pushed Xan back by the shoulders and pulled his pants up from where they’d been around his ankles. He removed his gorgeous cock from Xan’s sight.
“Are you still in need?” Urho asked.
Xan pressed his palm against his hard cock, jammed between the fabric of his pants and his thigh. He gazed up at Urho dumbly.
“Show me,” Urho said, sounding surprisingly calm. “Stand up, take it out, and show me.”
Xan swallowed hard, but he rose, his hands working to get his pants open. The wads of come inside were overwhelming with pheromones and the scent flooded both their noses as he dropped his pants to his ankles. Urho licked his lips, leaned forward, and nuzzled Xan’s hip briefly before opening his mouth and sucking Xan’s come-slick cock in to the root.
Xan’s knees almost buckled as his dick pressed against and then passed Urho’s slick, hot soft palate. Heart skipping wildly, he dared to thread his hands into Urho’s course hair, holding on so that he didn’t fall. Urho groaned.
Instantly, Xan shuddered, pumping his load into Urho’s throat. He cried out, shocked by the suddenness. He tossed his head back to the ceiling, pleasure blinding him until he couldn’t breathe—shaking, jerking, coming so hard that his bruised muscles ached.
And then Urho released him, Xan’s cock slick with saliva, sliding from between Urho’s hot lips reluctantly.
