Page 84 of Alpha Heat
It was a big ask, but Urho already knew the answer. “Not for as long as I live. I’ll give you this and so much more.”
“I don’t believe you,” Xan whispered, and Urho couldn’t even be offended. Xan had been so hurt in his short life—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
“Then I’ll just have to prove it to you.”
Urho kissed him then, slow and sweet, and Xan melted against him. He sobbed as Urho held and touched him. He finally calmed enough to turn onto his stomach again, lifting his hips onto a pillow so Urho could have a clear look at his asshole.
Urho’s pulse pounded as he finally spread Xan open again.Therewas the intoxicating whorl of hair that surrounded that tender pucker of muscle. His heart sped up alarmingly, the scent of Xan’s arousal and his own need layered over him like blankets of lust.
He leaned forward to kiss the place that had been so brutally used the last time he’d glimpsed it. Now it had healed up into a sweet, tight hole that cried out for the caress of his tongue and lips.
He closed his eyes and gave the loving touch Xan had always deserved.
“Please,” Xan whimpered as Urho’s tongue pierced him. “I can’t take this. Please hurt me or call me names. Don’t let me feel this good.Please.”
“Oh, no.” Urho pulled away from the humid crack of Xan’s ass long enough to reply. “This is how I’ll cherish you.”
Xan wept, and Urho kissed his asshole even more adoringly. He licked and loved him there until he’d worked his alpha-shaped omega into a sobbing frenzy of need, shame and fear seemingly abandoned in the pleasure. Xan rutted against the pillow under his hips, and then back against Urho’s face, crying out as he dissolved in desire.
Urho wanted to fuck him now, but he wasn’t ready for it to be over so soon. He gave Xan more of his mouth, using his fingers to work him open slowly. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he flipped Xan over and shared his most intimate flavor in a kiss. Xan groaned and gripped Urho’s hair, his body shaking so hard that Urho covered him completely, pressing him deeply into the bed to help give him solidity and comfort.
“Where’s the oil?” he rasped, lips still brushing Xan’s, breathing in the scent of his saliva and skin. Xan wouldn’t make slick. Betas and alphas didn’t. And Urho had been reminded of that as he’d eaten Xan’s ass and not been flooded by the heavenly stuff omegas made naturally. But Xan’s own taste was perfect on its own—heavy and solely his. Urho licked his lips again, loving the residual musk of Xan’s most intimate place.
“In the drawer,” Xan managed between his gasps of pleasure and half-sobs of overwrought emotion.
Urho didn’t wait for him to clarify which drawer, simply guessing that it was the bottom one in the stand next to the bed. He was right, and he brought the bottle up to lube up his cock and pour some over Xan’s saliva-wet anus.
“This is where you tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, stroking his large alpha cock.
“Don’t you dare,” Xan hissed. He lifted his legs to give Urho access. His hard cock lay glistening with precome on his belly, over a small trail of hair from his navel down to his dark bush of pubic hair. His taint was pink and led to the dark hair that surrounded his anus, which beckoned to Urho, glistening with the oil and twitching with Xan’s need.
“I want to make this good for you.”
“Just fuck me,” Xan ordered, his eyelashes wet with tears but his voice firmer than it had been since Urho had come into the room. “Now.Don’t make me wait anymore. Prove to me that you’re going to do it. You promised.”
Urho grabbed Xan’s legs and began a slow thrust inside. Xan groaned and whined, arching and pushing, his body slow to open for Urho’s thickness.
The pleasure of penetrating Xan was beyond Urho’s expectations. One of Xan’s legs rested on Urho’s shoulder, the other Urho held wide by gripping his ankle. The view was incredible: Xan’s lithe, sturdy form spread out under him, muscles jumping and trembling in anticipation and tension. A deeper ruddy flush crept up Xan’s chest and into his neck, painting his cheeks and turning his mouth an even brighter red.
“Please,” Xan whimpered. “Give me more.”
Urho’s thighs quivered and his breath came in short gasps as he held back from shoving as deep as he could into Xan’s body. The tight grip around his cockhead and the thudding of Xan’s pulse, the strain of Xan’s muscles, told Urho that Xan was struggling to accommodate his size.
He reached down and rubbed the tight rim of Xan’s flesh gripping his dick, holding himself firmly in check as Xan squirmed, trying to get Urho in deeper. “I want it all,” Xan begged, sweat popping around the his temples as he bore down and Urho sank farther in. “Give me your knot.”
Urho groaned. He wished he could answer Xan’s plea. Knotting only happened with an omega in heat, the pheromones of their pleasure and orgasm triggering it in the alpha breeding them. “You want me to breed you, little omega?”
Xan whined then, his head tossing back and forth and his hips twisting as he pressed himself onto Urho’s thick cock. “That’s right,” Urho crooned. “You look so beautiful fucking yourself on my dick. Gorgeous.”
Xan rolled his hips, taking Urho deeper and deeper with every twist and push, until he’d filled himself fully. Satisfaction crossed his face, and he stared up at Urho, his expression of challenge and surrender one that scoured Urho’s heart and soul, scrubbing him down to raw nerves and emotion.
Urho’s cock throbbed deep in the silken heat of Xan’s ass. He was less robust and gripping than an omega on the inside, but tight and alive all the same. Interior muscles rippled around Urho, and Xan’s body trembled at the effort of opening for him, of holding him inside. Urho moaned, slamming his hips forward to bring himself the final inch home.
“Yes. Fuck me,” Xan demanded, his eyes alight and wild.
“You want me to make you come?” Urho grunted. One hand still clenching Xan’s ankle, he brought his other up to lightly grasp his straining neck. “Just say yes, sweet omega, and I’ll make you come.”
“Yes!” Xan’s eyes went wide, and then he collapsed entirely, surrendering. His cock spurt pre-come on his stomach. The scent of if made Urho’s mouth water, and he squeezed Xan’s neck a little more tightly.
