Page 75 of Alpha Heat
Xan hastened to obey. His red tongue pressed forward for Urho to see.
He slid the tip of his cock over it and watched as the flavor hit Xan and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Urho stroked his cock again, bringing another bubble of pre-come up, and rubbed it against Xan’s tongue, enjoying the way Xan squirmed on the floor in front of him, holding himself back, working against his own instincts in order to obey his alpha.
Perfection.
“Open wide,” Urho gritted out.
Xan stared up at him, swallowed once, and then showed Urho the full of his mouth. Staring at the white molars and beautiful tongue, Urho groaned and carefully took hold of Xan’s jaw, holding it steady, as he aimed his cock and then fed it into Xan’s hot, wet mouth.
Xan groaned. The vibration coursed up Urho’s cock and into his balls. He shuddered and released his cock as it nudged the back of Xan’s throat. He held steady, admiring Xan’s ability to take him deep, and then took hold of his hair again.
Gripping jaw and hair both, he fucked into Xan’s open mouth. The scent of Xan’s arousal filled his nose and escalated the intoxication that riveted him thoroughly. He tried hard to keep his eyes glued to Xan’s watering blue ones, but in the end he tipped his head back and groaned at the ceiling. The wet, gasping sounds of Xan’s throat wrapped around his dick made him feel wild, and his pulse throbbed in his body until he was only a sensitive, pounding heart—pumping with blood, and love, and life.
When Urho looked down at Xan again, he found him with his eyes rolled back and ecstasy on his face. His body had gone limp. Surrendering to Urho’s command, Xan was held up by Urho’s grip on his face and hair alone. Xan trembled all over, one hand gripping his cock through his pants, and the other twitching by his side.
Urho pulled out of Xan’s throat and silenced his cry of disappointment by tugging him up into a brutal kiss. His tongue sought out the remnants of his own taste in Xan’s mouth, and finding it there, mixed with Xan’s saliva and breath, made his heart sing. He gripped Xan close, got his boy’s pants open, and dropped to his knees.
Xan cried out as Urho engulfed his hard, thick alpha cock and took it inside. It brushed the back of Urho’s mouth and he gagged slightly, unable to take it as deep as Xan had. Even so, Xan writhed and bucked in pleasure. He finally collapsed over Urho’s head, supporting himself against Urho’s back and groaning as he came in harsh, wild, flavorful bursts.
Urho gobbled the spunk down, licking it from his lips, and then rose for another brutal kiss. Xan huffed against his lips, breathless and shaking like a leaf. Unable to wait another moment, Urho pushed Xan back to his knees. He stared down at his wrecked boy, eyes glazed, mouth open and panting. He took aim, pumping his hand over his cock twice and shot onto Xan’s tongue.
Xan closed his eyes, swallowing the load greedily, opening his mouth desperately for more as Urho shot another load, and another. The floor spattered with his come, and the scent of it exploded in the room. His muscles gripped and he grunted hard as Xan’s face and hair were striped by the proof of his pleasure.
Xan sagged against him with his face lifted up, eyes closed, and lashes sticky with Urho’s seed. He rubbed at his cock exposed from his open pants, still twitching and dribbling.
Urho tangled his fingers into Xan’s hair, swallowed around the thick taste of Xan’s spunk lingering his mouth, and praised him softly. “That’s my sweet omega. That’s my boy.”
Xan quivered as Urho swiped his fingers over Xan’s eyes, cleaning the come off and then feeding it to him. As Xan sucked his digits clean, Urho’s dick twitched and he groaned. “I want you still. How do you make me so wild for you? Just the scent of you in the air and I want to do nothing but roll around in it until I die.”
Xan moaned, speechless. Urho pulled a handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped Xan’s face clean.
“Let me help you,” he said, pulling Xan up to standing. Xan’s legs trembled so hard Urho feared he’d fall. Xan blinked in seeming shock as Urho touched his sticky cheek. “We need to wash up.”
Xan nodded and his knees buckled again, but he grabbed Urho to steady himself. “This way. Upstairs.”
Beta servants were still taking luggage to the guest rooms, so Xan dragged Urho down a back hallway and up some back stairs. Zephyr streaked past them on their way with a yowl. They kept their heads down and a respectable distance between them, but Urho was under no illusions that the servants couldn’t gossip if they wanted to do so. He hoped Xan’s cousin Janus didn’t have any of the betas in his pay. He’d need to talk to Xan about that later.
“This is your room,” Xan said, motioning at an open door that led to a room with a view of the city below.
“Where’s yours?”
Xan waved toward the open seating area at the end of the hallway. Several sofas and chairs were clustered there, across from a bay of windows that looked out into the courtyard. “That way. On the opposite wing.”
A breeze floated in from the cracked windows all along the interior hallway wall overlooking the courtyard, ruffling their hair, and lending an ocean-scented freshness to the space.
“Show me.” Urho would need to know how to find it in the dead of the night when everyone else was sleeping. He refused to even pretend otherwise to himself.
Xan bit into his bottom lip, a filthy smile threatening to burst forth. “All right.”
Urho followed him past other guest rooms, only one of which was open and obviously intended for Jason and Vale, past the seating area, and across the east side of the house. The windows there looked out on gardens that had seen better days, but there were several beta servants down there even now putting in effort to bring it back to life. Jason would probably have some ideas on that front as well.
Then they took a right onto a wing that looked very similar to the one Urho’s room was on, only with fewer rooms. The interior wall featured windows onto the courtyard below, and he took a glance out to see that it was well-tended. He had no doubt that it hadn’t been when Xan and Caleb first arrived. Potted, green, winter-leafed trees and flowing fountains made for peaceful, almost private alcoves, so long as no one was watching from above.
Urho made note to himself not to seduce Xan out there.
Xan stopped outside the first closed door. “This is mine.” He gestured to the next one down the hall. “That’s Caleb’s.”
Urho nodded, catching the eye of a beta servant who bustled past and watched them with curious eyes.
