Page 30 of Broken Heat
I’d never had an omega patient behave in quite this way before. As if Elon couldn’t bear to touch me but couldn’t take his eyes away from me.
I’d had patients who were shy and submissive, aggressive and eager, curious, sad, lonely, sick. But never hovering over me without demanding a thing. Elon was different.
Elon was beautiful naked. I’d seem him swimming earlier in the day. All long muscle and smooth skin. And hairless everywhere below the neck from what I could determine. The hair at his groin had been shaved to a mere shadow, like a dark frame for his lovely, long cock.
Little currents of energy spiked my veins and I felt my cock start to fill. That wasn’t required in this moment, so my response was not about my job.
Slowly, I spread my legs a little. I said, “You can come closer. Put your knee between my thighs.”
Elon blinked. “What?” He looked down.
It was as if his gaze actually touched my cock, stirring it even more.
“I said you could come closer if you like.”
“I never—he didn’t—” Elon stopped, his lips shut in a flat line.
“Sweetheart, you can look as long as you want.”
He ducked his head, but his eyes were open and he was looking. Looking. He kept glancing between my legs. Finally, he climbed over my thigh and planted his knee between my own. His cut cock swayed, almost grazing my skin just below my hip, the tip pink and pouty, helmet-shaped, the shaft a darker rose.
The energy he gave off was ripe and full. I would never have guessed this man had no heats just from looking at his healthy body.
“What are you thinking?” I whispered.
His gaze lifted. He had been staring closely at my belly button. “He never would have let me look at him like this. Only from a distance. Dressing. Showering.”
“But did he look at you?” I asked.
He nodded, pulling his lower lip into his mouth. “To make sure I’d done everything right.”
“Everything?”
“Prepared myself. He would have the light on to check me. He would still be dressed. Then turn it off before he undressed.”
“Oh.” It could have been a kink between them, in which case, would he ask me to do that for him? Or was it simply an alpha’s penchant for total control? The latter was my better guess after everything Elon had told me so far about their relationship. I needed to learn more. None of this was in Elon’s files.
At the moment, though, it seemed none of that mattered. Elon continued to crouch over me as if trying to absorb what he saw into his very pores.
This was his therapy. Control and consent were his.
From my vantage flat on my back I saw his chest and neck up close, curved, smooth, enticing. When I lowered my gaze, I saw his erection hanging low, almost touching my abdomen. The tip glimmered.
Again, my body gave a little internal shiver. I breathed deep of his sweet scent. It was similar to Sani’s scent but thicker, more honeyed.
He bent closer to my chest, breathing in, and over his lowered shoulder I saw his ass in the air. My instinct was to roll out from under him and claim him.
I frowned at myself. A surrogate did not claim.
“What are you doing?” Elon asked.
“What?”
“You. Are you are wearing some perfume or something to turn me on?”
“No.”
“Oh.” The tip of Elon’s nose rubbed briefly against my left pec sending heat through my chest.
