Page 47 of Bully for Sale
Pete had tried to give him “the talk,” and so had Amos after Pete had gone so far as to ring him up last week to report that Ezer had been unresponsive to his coaching. That’d resulted in an awkward dinner at a Sivian restaurant in the old quarter, tucked away in a private booth where no one except a beta waiter would see pregnant-Pete. They’d dined there, the three of them: Pete, Amos, and Ezer. Both of George’s omegas had been jumpy with each other, but they’d also been dead set on making sure Ezer understood what to expect during his heat and all that came after it.
They’d given far too many suggestions for Ezer’s taste. Both had urged that he give in and let the alpha take care of him. Both said fighting it was impossible and would only wear him out. Surrender, though, seemed gutless to Ezer, and yet, in the end, that was what he’d done. They’d been right. Heat was too intense to fight. It won no matter how hard he tried to dominate it. In the midst of a wave, he didn’t even want to come out on top.
“Yes, unfortunately,” Ezer murmured. “I’m well aware of what I’m going to endure.”
He didn’t just mean the heat, but the pregnancy, and the birth, too. His da and Pete had been brutal in their descriptions. Though Amos seemed as if he were toning down his commentary about the agony of birth, given that Pete hadn’t gone through it yet, not wanting to frighten his replacement.
Ned put aside his knife and turned to Ezer again, his robe flopping open distractingly. “I’m sorry. For everything. I know you won’t understand, but if you give me a chance, Ezer, I’ll make it up to you. I’ve always thought you were special.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Please, believe me. I’m not like them.”
“Of course you are.”
Ned met Ezer’s stare, defiance reddening his cheeks. “I’m not.”
“You had your boot on my chest two weeks ago.”
“I was going to kick Braden in the face,” Ned shouted, tossing the knife aside and throwing his hands up in the air.
Ezer’s blood leapt at Ned’s sudden show of temper, and his cock stirred. He jutted his chin out, saying, “Funny how you didn’t, though.”
“There wasn’t time.” Ned raked a hand into his hair again, his breath coming faster, and his cock rising, too.
Ezer’s asshole leaked slick. He felt dizzy. “There was time enough. You were a coward.”
Ned stared at Ezer, his chest heaving, and then he seemed to wrestle whatever he was feeling down. He settled himself.
Turning away, Ned went back to chopping vegetables and hustling to prepare the ingredients for his stew. He threw everything together and dumped it all into the pot on the stove. He moved jerkily now, like he was angry, hurt, or scared—Ezer didn’t know for sure. Despite his own aching hard-on and slippery asshole, Ezer tried to ignore him, focusing instead on the impending wave heading his way. It was going to be breathtaking. He could feel it.
But as the hunks of meat, the final ingredients, were added, Ezer’s mind came back around to Ned’s pleas for forgiveness, and he found hedidcare about some things. He wanted to know why Nedhadn’tkicked Braden if that was his plan, why he’d let Braden and Finch say such terrible things to Ezer, and why he’d let them bully him at all? Especially if this—mating with Ezer, making a child—was what Ned wanted from Ezer both then and now.
The “romantic” his parents had promised him couldn’t be the same boy Ezer had known before. And yet, now, in this moment, romance seemed the more obvious interpretation of Ned’s current behavior. But still…
Before Ezer could work up the nerve to demand answers to his questions the stinging, hot sensation broke over him in a relentless crash. His cock hardened fully, and his asshole soaked the sheets with slick.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered as the burning rose harder and faster than it had the first time. “Oh, help.Help.”
The heat hurtled down on him, and once again he was lost in its flames. Ned came to him, and Ezer clung to his strong shoulders against his better judgment. He was like a man burning alive, held by the licking fire of lust and need, until he succumbed to it altogether.
And, somehow, Ned was his unlikely salvation.
Chapter Seventeen
Ned fucked Ezerwith a slow, steady beat that pushed him to stunning, writhing orgasms again and again. He loved seeing and feeling Ezer’s lithe, slender body, taking in his cock easily, and all the evidence of his pleasure: his cum-streaked stomach, his flushed skin, the ecstasy in his dazed eyes, and his sweaty thighs clenching around Ned’s waist. Ezer crowed with pleasure as Ned plunged into his sweaty, slick flesh over and over.
The heat wave was intense, and Ned was exhausted, unsure how he was going to keep Ezer satisfied for the rest of the week. His muscles ached already, and it was only the second day.
For his part, Ezer had given up asking questions after that first moment of clarity between waves. Now, when he wasn’t riding out the heat, Ezer seemed to viciously snatch the opportunities to sleep and eat, saying little or nothing to Ned, just reaching for him when the next wave came.
He didn’t fight it, and Ned wished he could take heart in the way Ezer surrendered to the experience. But he had a nagging feeling it was Ezer’s attempt to cope: complete capitulation to the inevitable for as long as it lasted, and not a submission to Ned as his forever alpha.
Putting such worries aside, though, he was in heaven. The sensation of Ezer coming on his knot was Ned’s new favorite thing in life. He could tell Ezer’s orgasms were strongest pre-knot, during the active fucking phases, when his slick glands and swollen prostate were brutally massaged, but Ned’s strongest orgasms came when Ezer worked his knot with his orgasm-convulsing ass. Between these heavenly interludes, he drove into Ezer harder, seeking the peak that would trigger his knot.
Ezer moaned, thrashing and coming. He was beautiful like this, open and undone, no defenses, and Ned felt lucky to be the one seeing him this way. Bringing pleasure to the random omegas he’d fucked in the past had always been fun, and he’d gotten a lot of compliments from the men he’d been with for caring about their gratification, but this vision of Ezer stripped of everything but his desire was a sacrament, and Ned’s knot was a pledge. A tie. A promise to care for the child they might be making, and to stick it out through the pregnancy, the birth, and the child’s life. He knew not every alpha saw a knot that way, but he found he did, and it rocked his soul whenever he filled Ezer with his hard, bulbous flesh.
Ezer’s eyes rolled up and he shuddered, his breath coming in small pants, as he convulsed, another load of cum striping his stomach. Sex with an omega in heat was messy—slick, cum, and more cum all over, and the sheets needed to be changed regularly. It was good that the heat house was well-stocked.
“That’s right,” Ned encouraged. “Show me everything. I want to see it all.”
Ezer whimpered, clinging and hot against Ned’s sweaty skin as he rode the wave.
