Page 26 of Vallaverse: Twist
“It's okay, Laz.” I offer him a tight smile. “Take what you need.”
He nods and tugs the front of my boxers down. I've been varying levels of hard since I first caught his heat-drenched scent, but the moment I'm free of the fabric constriction,hardis no longer a proper adjective. Laz lets my heavy length bounce upwards so that it slaps my stomach, humming his appreciation and scooting closer.
“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his tapered fingers around my base. “It's been so long. I missed you.”
I don't respond to that statement. Laz's mind is addled by the drug right now. If he truly missed me, he would have contacted me before now. Laz missed my dick and how well I take care of him when he's on fire. I've already made the decision to detachmyself from my hurt so I can see him through this moment, but it's hard to hear him say things I so badly need to hear when I know the truth.
He strokes gently, barely making contact with my skin. Teasing me. Taking the ache to almost a painful level as a drop of precum leaks from the slit. “I need this,” he whispers and leans forward to lick across the head.
I suck in a breath and tighten my fists to keep from sinking my fingers into his hair.
His mouth opens, and a hot breath puffs around me before he takes me inside. He doesn't suck; he just swirls his tongue around and around the head. Then he tightens his fist and switches to slow, firm strokes, and my right knee starts to shake.
It's been too long. I've fucked plenty of times since I was last with him. I've offered my cock to more than a few needy Omegas. But it's been so long sincehe'stouched me, since I've hadhismouth on me. The raw pleasure is taking over more than just my physical being.
The truth. The raw, awful truth is what's going to keep me standing. That, and nothing more. Laz just needs a body right now. And I'm too stupid to run. I'll pay for this. One way or another, I'm going to pay for it.
I'm going to enjoy it first, though.
Laz moves his hand back down to my base and hooks a finger behind my balls, holding me steady and still. Then he sinks down, taking my full length into his mouth and pushing just a little farther so that my head tests the limitations of his throat. He looks up at me as he pulls back, then holds his mouth wide open, tongue out, and milks a few drops from me to savor.
“So good,” he murmurs before sinking down on me again.
I stand there, legs trembling, and let him suck and lick and make the most obscene sounds around me while I clench my fists and look around the room to distract myself from the urgeto fuck his mouth the way I want to. It's just a bedroom. Nothing special. No extra blankets. No pillows. He used to like scented candles, but there aren't any of those, either. It's a blank space. Neutral.
It's neutral.
I drag a deep breath in through my nose. I'm prepared for the onslaught of pheromones from his manufactured heat, but what I'm not prepared for is the absence of anything else. I should smell his Alpha's presence. Whether there's an actual nest or not, I should be able to smell his Alpha's scent in this room. But I can't, and that's almost as strange as the lack of a nest. This whole thing is strange.
The longer I look at this empty room and notice all the things that I don't like and can't understand about Laz's situation, the angrier I start to get. No warm scents. No warm blankets. No sweaters, which I know for a goddamn fact he loves. No additional scents. No hoodies. No music, which I also know he loves. No anything.
I sink both hands into his hair and yank him off of my dick, tilting his head so that his dazed eyes have no choice but to look at me. “Where is your nest?”
“What?” he asks, straining against my grip.
I tighten my fists, pulling hard enough to hurt. “Your nest, Lazarus. Where is it? Is it in her room?”
“Nest?” his brows scrunch. “Oh. No. I don't need one.”
What? What does that mean?
“You are an Omega in heat. It doesn't matter if you put yourself into it. You need a nest.”
“I don't need one.” He strains even harder to get back to me.
I give him a small shake. “Lazarus.”
“Just drop it, Brooks. Please?”
The things I don't like are piling higher and higher.
I release my hold on his hair abruptly, pulling a sound from him. “Fine.”
He watches my face for a few moments before his shoulders relax and he takes me back into his mouth.
I grunt as he sucks me deep and I allow my hips a shallow thrust. Despite my inner turmoil, my body is singing with his attention.
He pulls back again to speak with his lips against my swollen head. “Touch me. I need to feel you.”
