Page 70 of Bitter Heat
Kerry squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on the rapid build of pleasure in his core, and then he shuddered as an anal orgasm quaked through him, and he gasped when Janus’s hand covered his mouth, muffling his cries of joy. He didn’t care that Janus’s declarations were impossible. At the moment, he let himself feel them as true, and the words echoed as bliss in every cell. The orgasm was sweet and wanted, so unlike the brutal, unwanted pleasure of heats, that it felt as healing as his beloved lake.
Rocking on Janus’s cock, Kerry let all his walls fall, and for a precious, sanity-saving moment, hewasJanus’s: owned, complete, safe.
When Janus stoppedcoming, his dick was lodged against the mouth of Kerry’s womb, and he felt the sharp punch of the life within. He chuckled, dazed, and then carefully, slowly withdrew from Kerry’s still pliant body, proud and happy to have covered up every last wrong scent on his omega with his own.
In fact, the room reeked of sex and coupling now. Milk, slick, sweat, copious cum, their individual pheromones and scents, and Janus loved it. He fell back on the mattress, tugging Kerry close, so that his back lined up against Janus’s side, and lay there in a panting, sweating heap, satisfaction oozing from him like honey from a comb.
A sharp knock sounded at the door, and it rattled with intent.
“Kerry, darling, we’ve brought you some food! You need to eat for the sake of the baby!”
Kerry froze, every languid muscle going tense and hard. Then he rolled onto all fours, his still-gaping hole visible to Janus in the light peeking in from the crack in the curtains, along with Janus’s cum slipping down his slick-wet thighs.
“Just—just a moment,” Kerry called out, his legs and arms still visibly shaking from the intense sex they’d shared. He looked around, bewildered, his hair a complete wreck, some of it, despite its length, even standing up straight from his head.
The door rattled again. “Kerry? Do we need to get someone from the front desk to let us in?”
“No! I’m just…a moment, please.”
Kerry stared at Janus in terror, and Janus, to his shame, stared right back. For all his fucking of contracted omegas, he’d never actually found himself in this exact position. He’d been discovered in his affairs, of course, but not in flagrante delicto as the Old-World Italians had once put it.
All at once, he rose and put on his pants, a plan formulating in his mind. It wasn’t a pretty one and Kerry might not like it, but it was the only plan he could think of, and this was, obviously, his own fault for allowing their sexual impulses to take over when danger was so near. His need to comfort Kerry should have followed his need to keep Kerry safe, and yet, in the moment they’d connected and exploded together, they’d seemed the same thing. But right now, with Kerry’s in-laws outside the door, he realized they should have talked, discussed their plan for the next morning. They should have figured out how to make sure the Monhundys had entirely let go of the idea of Wilbet’s home imprisonment to service Kerry’s needs. He hoped what he was about to do didn’t endanger that at all.
Tossing Kerry a robe from where it had been hung across the back of a chair, presumably after it’d been used earlier during the examination, Janus strode to open the door despite Kerry’s hissing calls of, “What are you doing! You can’t!”
Swinging the door wide, he flung his shoulders back and peered into the shocked faces of Monte and Lukas Monhundy. “Who are you?” he demanded in a gruff voice, summoning all his most affronted alpha qualities.
“Who areyou?” Lukas Monhundy asked, his hands coming up in fists and his nostrils widening in rage.
“I’m Jordan Riggs, and I’m in the middle of servicing a very neglected and very pregnant omega. Who are you to interrupt us?”
“His parents!”
Monte and Lukas blinked rapidly, their noses wrinkling at the scent of sex and pheromones wafting out of the room. They seemed like they might press inside, but at that moment, Kerry stepped up behind Janus and said, “I’m sorry. I went down to the lobby to request some ice not long after you left for dinner, and he was there, and I was there…” Kerry trailed off, wringing his hands anxiously. His belly protruded slightly from the opening in the robe which he hadn’t managed to tie closed all the way.
“Pregnant omegas need service,” Janus said with a sneer. “Where’s this omega’s alpha? As his parents, you should be ashamed to have him in such a state. He says he’s been abandoned.”
Monte and Lukas garbled out a response that somehow included the edifying information that they were only Kerry’s in-laws and hadn’t realized. All the while, they both reeked of embarrassment and horror.
“I was overcome,” Kerry said shyly. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen an unattached alpha. All the alphas in Hud’s Basin are already paired up, and…” He scrunched his nose disgust. “Not my type.”
Lukas and Monte stared, open-mouthed, and uncertain.
“If you’ll excuse us,” Janus barked. “My train leaves in the morning and this omega is sorely in need of pleasure. It’s my duty to give it to him.”
“But your dinner…” Monte said, holding out a well-wrapped box with a napkin and silverware balanced on top.
Janus took it. “Thank you. I’ll see that he eats it. Now, move along. He’s mine tonight.”
Shutting the door in Monte and Lukas’s face, Janus locked it with a fierce twist, satisfied by the heavy thunk of the tumbler. Kerry slumped against him, and Janus held him tightly, both of them breathing quiet and shallow, listening for noise in the hallway.
“C’mon, Monte,” Lukas said, his voice sounding firm and strong, right outside the door still. “It seems the boy can get his needs met on his own without your blasted interference. For all we know he’s been coming down here once a week with the car our lunatic son gave him, hitting up travelers for his basic needs.”
“He said there’s been no one,” Monte argued.
“And I saw the doctor’s eyes at that response. He didn’t believe him. He’d felt him on the inside, said he was well-stretched. Of course, Kerry wouldn’t want to admit to having needs when you’re trying to bring our son, the man who brutalized him, out of prison to ‘service’ them.”
“But…” Monte sputtered. “How can you be okay with this?”
