Page 37 of Alpha Heat
“Turn around. Bend over. Put your hands on the coffee table.”
Xan barely managed it without falling over, ankles twisted in his pants bunched at his feet. But he moved aside the tea set and positioned himself on quaking arms, ass up in the air. He nearly hyperventilated as Urho’s hot hands landed on the globes of his ass and opened him for the second time in a week.
And then what he’d wished for—what he’d dreamed of the first time Urho had done this—actuallyhappened. Urho’s hot breath glided over his ass cheeks, and then his slippery, hot tongue slid down Xan’s crack and tickled against his still sore asshole.
Urho muttered something unintelligible. Xan gripped the edge of the coffee table and cried out as Urho ate out his ass like he’d been dreaming of it as long as Xan had. The tea service rattled as Xan twisted and jerked in response to the sweet invasion of Urho’s tongue.
Xan’s cock twitched and jumped, pleasure rocketing over his rattled nerve endings, sending him into a state of madness. He rocked his hips, groaning, fevered, needing more than just Urho’s tongue—and then Urho pulled away.
He pressed a soft kiss to Xan’s aching, needy, hungry pucker. “This is mine now. Do you understand? This hole belongs to me.”
Xan cried out and came again, his body arching, come shooting onto the coffee table, the carpet, and his own face as he hunched and bucked, shocked by the wild and erotic shattering of his former understanding of sex and gratification. This, this declaration of ownership from Urho, was everything he’d ever wanted. Everything he’d known he’d never truly have.
He collapsed to the table, the cold wood a shock on his hot belly. The soft carpet beneath his knees again. Urho stroked down his back, slipped his fingers over Xan’s saliva-wet hole, and tapped it with his thumb. “Say it. I want you to say the words.”
Xan whimpered, shame and want fighting inside him. “My hole is yours.”
“Who does it belong to?”’
“You.”
“For how long?”
Xan swallowed, trembling all over, uncertain of the answer. “Forever?”
“Mine. Forever.” Urho kissed his hip and then his hole.
He tugged Xan back from the table and into his arms. He held him, kissing the top of his head, and the side of his neck above his collar. They moved to the sofa, collapsing there together. Their clothes were still disheveled, the scents of sweat and come dominating the room.
In shock, Xan rested with his head on Urho’s shoulder. His pants weren’t even fully closed, but they were both covered now. He watched avidly as Urho’s muscled chest rose and fell as he drifted off to sleep.
Time passed and Xan slowly came to his senses. Light faded outside, showing golden through the windows, and the clock on the mantel ticked. Carefully, he disengaged himself from Urho’s arms and reworked his clothes into a semblance of respectability, but only just.
He attempted to clean what he could of the mess they’d made on the floor and coffee table, using napkins from the tea service. Urho slept through it all, handsome and careless in sleep, his mouth slack and the edges of his eyes relaxed.
Finished with his attempts to obliterate evidence of what they’d done, Xan stared down at the man. He had no idea what any of this meant. Or what the promise he’d made entailed. But he knew he needed to go before Urho woke and they had to have some sort of awkward conversation that ruined everything that’d come before.
Slipping from the library, he let himself out the front door without alerting any beta servants and hustled down the street to his car. His body still sang with the pleasure he’d experienced, but his heart and mind were trepidatious.
He didn’t know what had come over Urho, how long he’d planned to make his offer, or even why he’d done it. But there was no way the promise he’d elicited at the end meant anything real. A promise extracted during a sexual high was no promise at all, and why he’d want to lay claim to Xan’s asshole was a mystery too.
But Xan couldn’t stop remembering the way Urho had demanded he repeat the words. He’d sounded sincere and resolute, as though Xan’s ass was something he’d been coveting for far too long and was determined to keep for himself.
Shaking the thoughts away, Xan focused instead on just getting home.
It wasn’t hard at all to drive past Monhundy’s house for once, and when he reached his house, he handed the car off to Lenser with a sigh of relief.
He climbed the stairs to his room. He needed to shower before seeing Caleb and reassuring him that he had the solution to the heat problem well in hand, and also some rather big news to impart. He hoped Caleb would take it well, because they had no choice but to leave in just a few days for a new life in Virona.
Removing his jacket, he took out the book Urho had given him. He opened it and stared at the inscription in the front:
For Riki with my love—Urho
He quivered, jealousy and wonder challenging each other in his heart. He flipped through the pages and then placed the book on the table beside his bed. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, he strolled into his bathroom, checking the mirror for evidence of what had happened.
Streaks of dried come on his neck and cheek, his tousled hair, and the still-glimmering shock in his eyes greeted him. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent, letting it into his lungs, imagining it passing from particle to particle, until his whole self was touched by the remnants of what had taken place.
Then he turned on the shower.
