Page 35 of Alpha Heat
Urho’s voice shook. “I’m offering to help you. I help omegas in heat—widowers, those without mates, those with nymphomania. This would be no different. And it’ll keep you safe.”
Xan scoffed. “No different? Are you kidding me right now? It’s completely different.”
“Why?” Urho choked.
“The Holy Book of Wolf says so, for one. The laws of our country say it is too. If you followed through on this offer, you’d find the actuality of the act plenty different. I’m not like an omega on the inside. I’m more like a beta in texture and feel.”
Urho licked his lips, his eyes growing glossy. “Those things may be true, but it doesn’t change my mind. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve broken the law or defied the Holy Book to protect someone.”
Of course, Vale and his illegal abortion. And maybe other omegas too. Who knew exactly what Urho had been complicit in, despite his uptight ways?
Xan lifted his chin. “I’m not a charity case.”
“No, you’re…” Urho trailed off, shivered, and stopped speaking.
“I’m what?” His heart thumped.
“You deserve help with this problem.”
“Are you sick?” He gestured at Urho’s sweaty skin. “You look feverish and this offer is clearly the product of a clouded mind.”
Urho growled. “I’m not sick.”
Xan stood up. “Look, I just wanted pills to deal with Caleb’s heat. I don’t need a pity fuck from you or anyone else.”
“You want a violent, almost-rape, then? You’d rather him nearly murder you than accept me?” Urho leapt up, his fists clenched and his voice shaking.
Xan licked his lips. What was he doing? What was he turning down? This was his chance. He should take it. He should fall to his knees and beg Urho to make good on this generous offer right now, right now,right now.
But he couldn’t. He’d give anything for Urho to truly want him that way. But that’s not what this was about. It was about helping him, being some kind of hero. Doing something disgusting for the sake of Xan’s welfare, and not out of desire or need for Xan in return.
And if Urho was another alpha, any other alpha, maybe that would be enough.
But he wasUrho. The man Xan had admired for four long years now, and this charity and pity wasn’t what he wanted.
“I came for help with Caleb. That’s all.”
Urho swallowed hard and stepped forward.
Xan’s knees went weak. “What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Get on your knees,” Urho commanded, eyes glinting dangerously.
Xan swallowed audibly, and his breath came in dizzying gasps.
“Isaid, get on your knees.” Urho’s fists clenched, his voice dropping into a deeper, terrifying register.
Xan quivered all over, his throat going dry. His body obeyed the words without any input from his spinning mind. The carpet beneath his knees was soft, and Xan’s cells seemed to roar with shocked arousal as Urho stopped in front of him.
“What are you going to do?” Xan asked, pulse pounding.
“I’m going to fuck your rude, ungrateful mouth,” Urho muttered, eyes shining and hot with lust as he motioned at the front of his trousers.
Xan licked his lips.
“Get to it.”
Xan’s fingers trembled as he loosened Urho’s pants and shoved them down his thighs. His breath caught in his throat as Urho’s dick sprang up and almost slapped him on the chin. He stared at the thick, dark length and licked his lips. The tip of Urho’s cock peeked through the sheath of foreskin, and pre-come glistened there, a small shimmery promise of the delicious feast to come.
