Page 57 of Bully for Sale
“Nonsense. He’ll be fine. We’ll have the best doctor on hand for him. You must remember omegas are designed to give birth. It’s natural. So don’t fret.”
Ned stared at Lidell. “But how can you say that when my own omega parent—”
“That was a horrible thing, but, overall, quite unusual.” Lidell put his hand over his heart, raised his eyes to the ceiling and said, “Bless you Sandrino.” His attention returned to Ned again. “I figure you’ll be restless with me, another alpha, staying here so near your omega’s nest. I think I’m going to get out of your hair, take a little of that new money and get out of town for a while. You won’t mind if I leave you and your omega with Earl.”
“Father—”
“Sir,” Earl’s voice cut into the room. “Ned, I think your omega needs you.”
That was all that was required to break Ned free of his father’s mercenary glee and set him off at a near run toward the nest, which he hadn’t had a chance to examine yet for himself. He hoped it was to Ezer’s liking and that he was happy with it.
Earl trotted along behind Ned, not able to keep pace. “Sir, I would dearly love to scold you for this mess you’ve gotten yourself and this boy into, but I suppose now isn’t the time. He’s nearing a panic. I think your last issue of semen is wearing off.”
Ned ran faster, leaving Earl and his disapproval at the top of the stairs leading down. “I’ll handle it.”
Once he had Ezer in front of him, naked, and the verge of hysterics, Ned wasn’t sure hecouldhandle it actually. Ned knew what hewantedto do—everything, anything to please his omega, even if that meant giving him space and control. But he also knew EzerneededNed’s semen in his system more than anything else in order to settle his mind, to protect his body, and to help the pregnancy progress safely. He also knew Ezer hadn’t even eaten a handful of grapes before they’d left the heat cottage that morning and hadn’t eaten anything else all day. Not only was he needing his alpha, but his blood sugar was low, and given how wild-eyed and trembling he was, Ned knew there was no way he was going to convince Ezer to eat if he didn’t help him reach a state of ease.
“Kneel for me,” Ned said with a firmness that belied his inner anxiety. He saw Ezer’s resistance for a moment in the tension around his mouth and eyes, but when Ezer dropped to his knees, the knot of anxiety in Ned’s chest began to come undone. “Open.”
Ezer’s cheeks flushed, and he glared up at Ned, but he unclenched his mouth and held it open with an air of defiance.
“Good,” Ned encouraged. “Stay just like that.”
Ezer snarled, but opened his mouth again, holding out his tongue, eyes closed waiting. Ned wanted Ezer’s eyes directed at him again, even if they were full of panic, rage, and fear.
“Look at me,” Ned murmured.
Ezer shook his head.
“No?”
Ezer stuck his tongue out more, and then pulled it back in, saying, “Just do it. Please. I can’t breathe in here. I can’t take it. Just fucking help me. Shoot in my mouth. I’ll drink it.”
When Ezer stopped talking and opened his mouth again, Ned didn’t want to risk losing his trust by taking more than he’d been offered. So he didn’t touch Ezer. Instead, he got his cock out of his jeans, pumped it a few times until it was fully hard, and then jerked off rough and fast, staring at the pulse in Ezer’s throat, and the way Ezer’s lashes lay against his red-flushed cheek bones, and how the light from the windows trailed through his dark curls.
“Ugh,” Ned grunted, shooting hard and fast, the first orgasm he’d been allowed since the heat ended. It ripped through him like a bomb going off.
White cum striped Ezer’s red tongue, and Ned moved his hips forward so that his cockhead was inside Ezer’s wide open mouth but touching no part of him. Holding himself steady, he shot and shot until his knees quaked. He moaned as Ezer’s mouth filled up and he greedily gulped down Ned’s jizz.
After wringing one more pulse from his orgasm, Ned started to draw away, but Ezer flicked out his tongue, swiped over the damp head of his cock to get the last bead of cum and wiping him clean. Sweat slipped down Ned’s cheeks from his temples, and his hands shook as he put his dick back into his pants and stood back, waiting.
Ezer stayed on his knees, eyes closed, hands resting on his skinny thighs. His cock jutted up hard and red, looking painful and forlorn above his small, tight balls. A tear slid down his cheek, but he didn’t say anything, and he didn’t move.
Ned stayed silent, too. Ezer was still in many ways a stranger to him, but he’d grown to know his body language well enough to recognize that touching him now would be considered a violation.
Finally, Ezer opened his eyes, glared up at Ned with a hot anger that cut to the core, and took hold of his own dick. He jerked it twice—crying out as he came hard. Cum jetted out onto Ned’s jeans, painting him with splatters from the knees down.
When it was done, Ezer stood, pressed himself to Ned again, and held tight. It didn’t feel like affection. It felt like rage. Ned wrapped his arms around him, trying to contain it all, hoping to find a way to turn that red-hot fury into something softer, gentler, and healthier.
“Better?” he asked after another few moments of holding Ezer’s nakedness against his clothed body.
Ezer nodded and pulled away, turning to gaze around the room. His shoulders fell.
“What? Is something missing? Do you hate it?”
“No,” he whispered. “It’s fine now.”
He sounded defeated as he sat on the nearest couch, gorgeously naked and still flushed from his orgasm. His eyes drifted toward the wall of windows.
