Page 25 of Castaway Heat
“Are you okay like this?” Ronin asked softly against his ear.
“Yeah,” Shiloh said. “But let’s do better next time.”
“Cut me a little slack,” Ronin said, a hint of humor in his voice. “Itismy first rut.” He lifted Shiloh’s chin with his forefinger and stared down. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” Shiloh said, fighting sleep.
Sleep clearly won because the next time he awoke, he was dry and in bed, cuddled close to Ronin. Dry wasn’t exactly correct, either. Sweat beaded his forehead and the nape of his neck, but then it did most nights with the temperature. But it felt different. Like he was roasting from the inside. His skin felt feverish, and he was lightheaded… and soon enough, the pang of need kicked in. He writhed on the bed, rubbing his cock against Ronin’s thick, muscled thigh.
Ronin rolled him to his back. Without preamble, he slid in and joined them as one. Shiloh moaned, the sense of completiongiving him a moment of relief. Soon, it wasn’t enough. He needed that delicious friction of body against body.
Soul against soul.
After a few minutes, Ronin withdrew. All Shiloh could do was whimper, the loss of his alpha too much to bear. Ronin rolled Shiloh to his side and lifted his top leg to his shoulder. Once he’d straddled the one still lying on the bed, he surged back in between the two. In that position, he couldn’t do much more than lie passively while Ronin did all the work. They rocked against one another as they raced toward oblivion once more. Seconds before Shiloh came, Ronin pulled out again.
Shiloh clawed at him, desperate to be filled. Desperate to come. He groaned, reaching for his cock. He neededsomethingto take away the ache. His hand would never be enough, and he knew it, even in his frenzied state. Ronin quickly spooned him and slid back home. Shiloh rested his head back against his alpha’s broad chest, near sobbing, his throat scratchy from all the moans that had poured from his lips.
Ronin had to work him back up to the orgasm he’d lost. Thankfully, it didn’t take long. Shiloh clung to the brink, so close yet unable to fly. The second Ronin pressed deep and sank his knot inside, it shoved Shiloh over the edge of the abyss. He came so hard he saw dots in his vision, screaming Ronin’s name all while his alpha shot a thick load inside him. They collapsed next to one another, locked until the knot faded. They were both asleep before that happened.
And so it went. For days, they fucked endlessly, moving all over the bed and bedroom. Near the end, their bodies grew exhausted, but nature wouldn’t be stopped. It pushed them to the brink until it got what it wanted or gave up. Shiloh could barely lift his head by the last round. He was fairly sure he passed out soon after and wasn’t sure how many days had passed when he finally awoke.
The bed was empty. Shiloh hadn’t expected it would be. His heart sank a bit. He sat up slowly, his body sore all over, and eyed the bedroom. He drew his knees up to his chest. Where had Ronin gone?
Ronin whipped through the door, headed straight for the bathroom. He paused and smiled when he noticed Shiloh was awake. “Hey, babe… are you okay?”
“I am now,” Shiloh whispered. His gaze went to the metal bucket in Ronin’s hand. “What’s that?”
“Boiling water for your bath.” He lifted the pail and grinned. “Let me go pour it in and I’ll come back and cuddle with you while it cools down.”
Shiloh rested his chin on his knees and listened to the splash of water. As soon as Ronin reappeared, he crawled into their bed and dragged Shiloh into the crook of his arm.
“Are you very sore?”
Shiloh shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“That’s not an answer, pet,” Ronin said before kissing Shiloh’s bare shoulder.
“Yes, I’m sore. Quite sore… but nothing I can’t handle.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want a hot bath to soothe those muscles or wait until it was lukewarm with this heat all around us.”
“Why did you boil it? It comes out lukewarm straight out of the tap.”
Ronin shrugged. “We boil it before we drink it.”
“Not for showers though. Why would you for a bath?”
Ronin gazed down at him. “After several days, I’m sure there might be a few little tears inside, so I wanted to make sure the water was boiled and safe. I don’t need you getting sick on me.”
Shiloh’s chest tightened. “You take such good care of me.”
Ronin’s soft smile made it tighten even more. “You’re my omega, and I love you. It’s my duty to you to make sure you’resafe and happy. As well as I can make you safe and happy out here in the middle of nowhere.”
Shiloh smiled. “You always take the extra steps… most I don’t even think about.” He trailed a fingertip over Ronin’s chest, just above the beating underneath. “But you always catch them. Thank you for that.”
Ronin pressed a soft kiss on Shiloh’s forehead. “You’re more than welcome.” He laid his palm on Shiloh’s flat stomach. “Do you think we’ve made a baby?”
“I don’t know,” he said, even as the wordyeswhispered through his mind. There’s no way he could know, yet… he did. Under Ronin’s hand, new life had sparked within him. Tears stung the backs of his eyes. Neither of them was ready so soon after finding one another again, but life rarely waited until someone was ready. “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”
