Page 46 of Empty Heat
My hips lifted, as was natural, and my knees bent. I pressed my face into a pillow and strained to meet a fantasy touch, a lover’s touch. A mate’s. My mind spun.
I thought I heard Lev ask me a question.
“What?” My voice stuttered as if in a dream.
“May I touch you again to alleviate stress?”
I wanted to come again. I could make it happen myself, but Lev was here. I longed to learn. Whatever he offered, I wanted to take. But I already knew how to come.
“… with a partner,” Lev said.
I hadn’t heard his whole sentence. But I nodded. I might know how to come, but I did not know how to be with another without losing trust. And never during a heat.
“Yes.”
His palm, warm and light, slid down my spine. At my lower back, he drew small circles and after a few seconds my muscles responded by loosening and melting under his touch.
His other hand caressed along my right hip. He murmured compliments. Told me I was beautiful again and again.
Was this real?
I grew hotter and while my body remained in the moment, my mind began to float up and up. Lev’s hand moved too slowly along my hip, his thumb grazing my cheek. Everything was fluid and smooth but still too hot. Need coursed through me.
“Your skin is so smooth and firm. Luscious and ripe. You’re perfect, you know. Just as you are.”
Lev had to be making it all up. I was far from perfect. I worked on my physique at the gym back home, but only to compensate for my deal-breaker shortcomings.
Lev was a genius with his hands. The back massage moved lower until he was caressing my cheeks. The other hand moved from my hip to the backs of my thighs, first petting down one, then the other.
It caused my body to arch multiple times. It knew an alpha was behind me. It wanted to be ready for breeding even though I couldn’t.
I heard Lev speaking very low. “Epididymal hypertension easily occurs during heats.” The hand on my thighs rose, lightly cupping my balls. “A medical term for blue balls.”
My balls were tight and achy until he touched them. As he cupped and massaged, the tension loosened and the surge moved to the base of my cock. I was close to coming yet again.
His hand moved between my legs and forward to my rigid cock, stroking toward the head.
“I’m not going to last,” I cried out, lifting my chin from the pillow.
The hand on my cheeks delved between them and fingertips slipped over my hole, the wetness there making them easily slide.
I pressed my ass up as high as I could, burying my face in the pillow.
Lev said, as he continued to stroke my cock and hole, “Your anal fluid is excessive, which is good. Velvety and smooth as should be in a normal heat. The anal opening is dilated. You are definitely in heat.”
I knew all of that about heats, but he was reassuring me my body was normal. And I liked his words, his voice, his patience.
It was too much. I cried out as his finger pressed softly against my hole, not entering, and felt the contractions take over my whole body from my brain to my toes. My ass spasmed. My balls shivered. My cock pulsed.
Lev pumped me through my orgasm, leaving me shuddering and in bliss.
I wanted more.
“I’m not done.”
“I know,” he said softly, bending to kiss my back. His cock bobbed against the back of my thigh, stiff and hot.
I still held my ass up to him. I couldn’t help it. “I need you to help me, Lev. Please, help me feel a knot. I’m afraid, but not of you. This is why I came here. This is what I need. In heat it’ll be easier, right?”
