Page 54 of Empty Heat
“The herbs have worn off?” I asked.
“I don’t feel as desperate, but the heat is strong this time.” He pressed his lips tight. “I won’t be taking any more of those pills, though.”
“No.” I let out a single chuckle. “Those are definitely not for you. Rhodes didn’t know.”
“I’m not blaming.”
“This trip has been difficult for you though. We did you wrong.”
“At first.” He shrugged. “But not you. I decided you got the brunt of my emotion when you were the only one who told me the truth.”
I reached out and touched the side of his face. “And now I can do this because I’m no longer your therapist.” I bent and kissed him on the forehead.
“But youareteaching me.”
“I’m here because I choose to be. And more importantly, because you chose me.”
He flushed which made him even more enticing to me.
“I did. Choose you,” he said.
I breathed out slowly, trying to calm my instant arousal. His heat was sweet and beckoning. A marvel.
“Lev, I want you to stretch me. I want you to go as far as you can. I want you. I want to be able to take you.”
My stomach turned over in excitement. “You may never be able to take me all the way. You might only get used to smaller objects.”
“I liked the one you used already. Let’s move up in size. Try. If you’re disappointed in me, I at least want to know I tried.”
“Sweet omega, I could never be disappointed in you. Don’t ever say such a thing.”
He bowed his head.
I put both my hands on his shoulders. “How are you feeling? Are you ready now?”
“I feel like I want you so bad. I’ve never been with someone for such intense, uh, encounters. Always quick and never in heat. But this is different. I want it. I swear I do.”
It could be because I was the only alpha around, but I suspected—and hoped—it went beyond that. That warm connection from before welled up between us.
I pushed my blanket away and scooted to the edge of the couch. I took his hand and he stood with me, his own blanket falling to the floor. His hard cock bobbed before him, pink tip gleaming. His chest rose and fell, showing the dents of his ribs with every aroused breath.
Naked, we walked into the bedroom.
I arranged the bed so he’d be comfortable—pillows along the sides and at the head, and a spare one for under his hips.
“Lie down and get yourself comfortable,” I instructed. I was back in teaching mode.
I waited to see if he would assume the standard breeding pose. Instead, he lay on his back, his knees slightly spread, his balls and cock in full view for me. He certainly wasn’t shy any longer. Not when he had hope that he might get what he’d always dreamed of.
I could not get over how beautiful he was. After a moment, he scrunched a pillow under his hips and put himself even more on display.
“Is this all right?”
“Perfect.” I could barely get the word out.
“I want to try the inflatable one this time.” He nervously raised his hands to his stomach, then moved them to his sides on the bedclothes.
“We can do that.”
