Page 38 of Broken Heat
“What do you mean by that?”
“I never did that. Or, I mean,” he flushed, ducking his head. “Had that donetome. With the mouth.”
I hid my shock. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard omegas say this. Alphas could be very selfish sexual partners and if omegas were shy or didn’t know any better, they accepted the one-sided behavior as a normal sexual partnership.
I had not considered this with Elon. He was quite expert at giving head and had eagerly thrust into my mouth at first. I now realized his thrust had been a reflex of my touch—a touch he’d never felt before.
Somewhere deep inside me, a heat flared up. Anger at Coah. Though I’d never met him and would never disrespect the dead, I formed my second theory, one I would not tell Elon. And that was that in many ways Coah did not fully respect his mate. Elon was perhaps happy enough, not having anything to compare his sex life to, but he’d been controlled and neglected emotionally. Even during his heats, his alpha had told him he was a nuisance. Only the alpha in that relationship took pleasure, and he only sated his need when and how he wanted. If Elon was sated alongside him, that was an unplanned extra.
I quite suspected Elon was realizing this from our few talks. He was quick and smart. I was also surprised no other therapist had ferreted this out of him.
With Elon, I not only assumed the role of therapist, but now teacher.
“Never?” I still held his spent cock gently in my palm.
He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “Thank you. It was amazing!”
“Good. We’ll continue that therapy then, since it seems to help lower more walls. Do you feel less inhibited?”
“Was I inhibited before?”
“Perhaps. Your heats had nowhere to go once your mate died. He had been the one to service them, and perhaps made you even feel guilty about that. Which is also a problem. No omega should ever feel guilty for going into heat. It is not an embarrassment but a wonderful part of the life cycle.”
“You have a really good way with words.” He sounded a little drunk making that compliment.
“It goes with the job.” But this no longer felt like work to me. “When you had no one to service you, the heats became a burden.”
“It’s not like I couldn’t endure a heat alone. I had been alone during them before I married Coah.”
“Yes. But Coah instilled something inside of you, I think. A sort of shame that might have erected barriers in you subconsciously.” I stopped just short of blaming Coah.
“Okay, so that theory is one I’ve never thought or heard about. But if it’s true, does that mean it can be fixed?”
“I am focused on dismissing all these notions you have of yourself that get in the way of your health. So yes. It’s my hope.”
He really was a fantastically beautiful man lying beside me, an omega any alpha would have been happy to worship. Myself included. I wanted to put my mouth on him again already. I wanted to lick him all over.
This was so far from my last two experiences. I guess therapy worked for me. Plus, Senta and his team pairing me with Elon my first time back from my sick leave had been quite perfect.
I put my head next to Elon’s on the same pillow and breathed in his scent. It had changed a little, from overly sweet to now salty and tart, like he was a flower ripening into a fruit.
After only two orgasms, this was lovely. He had been starved too long.
When Elon dozed again, I used that time to get up and take care of him in other ways. I place a soft, light blanket over him. I freshened our water bottles. I checked on the food. I got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and after cleaning myself, I came back into the bedroom and gently cleaned Elon, waking him in the process.
“Sorry, I meant to let you sleep.”
“Mmm, it feels good. That warmth.” He opened his eyes and stared up at me. “Thank you.”
“You look sweet and lovely when you sleep.” The compliment burst from my mouth without my brain engaged.
“And when I’m not asleep?” he innocently asked.
“The same.”
He bit his lower lip against a smile. His gaze drifted down and he stared at my cock. I’d noticed his fixation earlier. And there it was again.
Well, he could have at me however he wanted.
