Page 43 of Empty Heat
The kiss began as a touch, a sweet intimacy. But soon I felt an urgency I couldn’t resist. I opened my lips and Lev felt it, opening his as well. His tongue licked out, slow and erotic. I wanted it and my lips parted wider.
It was as if our mouths were melting into each other. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him to hold me down and kiss me until my lungs begged for breath.
If this was something Lev did not do as a surrogate, then I was more than thrilled he came to me as a friend and that I accepted. To share bodies and never kiss—I knew people who did that, but it wasn’t what I was after. Not even while I was in heat.
I put my free arm around him and tried to push my other arm under his waist. I wanted him against me. On me.
Lev pulled back to let me catch my breath. I managed to squeeze out my requests. “I need you to hold me. Tight. I’m so hot all over. I need to feel you. You feel warm but cooler than my own skin.”
“Do you need to be touched?” he asked.
“Oh yes. Please.”
He smiled, rolling me onto my back and peering down at me. “I love a polite omega.”
“You do?” Love. He said the word love.
He kissed me in answer.
When his body rested against mine, I felt his arousal. My own was flat against my belly, a nearly lost cause. I would burst at any moment.
I tensed as I felt his warmth. It wasn’t a surprise to me that he would be aroused, but my few, rare lovers had been nothing like this, no pressing or holding or kissing but just quick hand jobs that shared nothing of substance.
He must have been attuned to me, because he let up and asked, “All right?”
I nodded, wanting more breathless kisses.
“I won’t overwhelm you.”
“Please. Overwhelm me. My heat has me so far gone.”
He kissed my cheek, then my forehead. Finally, he returned to my mouth, pressing in gently, and a surge went through me. My ass was slick, my cock leaking.
Was this surrogacy? No. Lev was treating me like a lover. He’d already said kissing wasn’t something he did during sex therapy.
I was thinking too much, worrying, but I’d said yes when he asked if I trusted him.
Now I knew why. I had initially trusted Lev on a level different from therapy. I had trusted him from one human to another outside the roles we were playing regarding my healing. Wasn’t that the ideal?
I wanted to put this all into spoken words, to tell Lev. But my thoughts raced so fast.
Lev pulled back from another kiss and said, “You’re beautiful.”
I basked in the compliment yet found myself replying oddly. “I want you to touch me but not because of that.”
He looked at me, eyes catching the dim living room light to show me glints of brown iris. “For release?” he clarified.
“No. I mean yes, but--”
“I think I understand.” He leaned in.
“What do you understand? Please. I need to hear it.”
“Callum, you are worthy of this. You’re delightful. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel otherwise.”
It was exactly what I needed to hear.
Something inside me gave way and I felt myself open up from the inside in a way I’d never experienced with an alpha. It was a little like being drunk with friends, but deeper. Meaningful.
