Page 82 of Alpha Heat
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
“Then I’ll come to you in an hour,” Urho said seriously. “Be ready for me.”
Xan’s throat clicked as he swallowed. “How?”
“Clean yourself. I won’t want to wait.”
Xan’s balls tightened and he found himself immediately hard. “Yes. I’ll be ready.”
Urho nodded and turned on his heel. No handshake, no kiss, nothing but the scent of him still in the air after he’d walked away. Xan licked his lips, counted to twenty, and then followed, turning off the library lights on his way out.
“I’m nervous,” Xansaid, laughing.
Urho stepped into Xan’s richly decorated room and locked the door behind them. His breath came in stutteringly as he took in Xan wearing a red bathrobe that made him look positively indecent, exposing his pale chest and highlighting his red mouth.
“Why’s that?” Urho asked, sounding as breathless as he felt. Though his stomach was flipping madly too. He’d thought so much about fucking Xan over the last few months—wanting it, dreading it, questioning it, deciding he had to have more of him—that the nearness of the moment felt overwhelming.
“Why am I nervous?” Xan asked, his voice higher pitched than usual. “I guess because it’s been so long since I’ve done this with someone who…” Xan trailed off. His pale chest grew rosy, and the color spread up his throat and into his cheeks. He tried again. “With someone who…”
Urho spoke softly. “Someone who didn’t want to hurt you?”
“Yes. I suppose so.” He sounded so uncertain that Urho’s heart ached.
“We should talk about that before we do anything more,” Urho said, though his cock was in vehement disagreement over that. He guided Xan to the wide, ornate bed with the covers already turned down. “What do you want tonight?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Xan said firmly, though he took in a flighty breath afterward that sounded like a barely suppressed giggle. “I like it rough…I think.”
“You think?”
“I don’t know if I should talk about the things I’ve done in the past,” Xan said, licking his lips anxiously. “Or the people I was with before.”
“How many were there?”
“Just two. Jason and…the other.”
“The monster.”
“The so-called monster,” Xan said, anxiety rippling in the air between them.
“There’s nothing so-called about it. Don’t forget I saw what he did to you. How he left you after…” Urho shuddered and touched Xan’s cheek gently. “I don’t ever want to see those kinds of bruises on you again. If you want me to hurt you like that—” He shook his head.
“I don’t!” Xan gripped Urho’s wrist, holding his hand against his cheek as though afraid Urho was going to pull away.
“Good.” Urho whispered, “I can lose control, the way I have before with you, but I’ll never be so rough that you’re in real pain the next day. I don’t treat my omegas like that.”
Xan blushed and looked down.
“What? Talk to me,” Urho urged.
“I like it when you call me an omega.”
He nodded. He’d figured that much out already.
“And I think I’d like it if you called me some rough things too.”
Urho raised his brows in question.
