Page 32 of Broken Heat
The mattress shuddered and I sensed the heat of Elon’s body moving further down the bed.
Lie still. Lie still.I repeated.
My focus broke. I glanced again at Elon. His hair had shifted and bounced in shiny dark strands against his forehead making him look a bit wild, and very young. We were the same age, but right then I saw the neglected boy, the young man just out of college and still a virgin, the sensitive omega who waited outside his heats for his mate to notice him.
His warm breath puffed against my cock. It responded with a long hard throb that made it shift. Elon watched. He was curious. And then his mouth lowered and his tongue emerged to give the wet head an unexpected lick.
I nearly jumped out of my skin. People touched me all the time. I allowed it. Even such behaviors as licking. What was wrong with me?
My body jerked up and my leg Elon straddled pushed up into his own hardness. Gently. His cock warm against the top of my knee. But that made him buck until he was upright, his thighs holding him up as his weight rested on his bent knees.
I lifted my head and shoulders, my elbows pushing me up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump.”
Elon swayed “I—I was lost for a moment.”
My chest rose and fell. “That’s good. I want you to feel relaxed and trusting.” But it was more than good. My entire body flared in longing until my muscles ached with it. It was as if I was made of flame and he was the pool I wanted to dive into to quench it.
It appeared I had no control with Elon, but in the opposite direction from my previous two patients. I’d gone from losing my erections to on the verge of coming.
“It’s all right,” I told him. “You can keep going. You just surprised me, that’s all.”
“I felt like I couldn’t help it. You smelled so good.”
“You do, too.”
“I do?”
Our scents were compatible. That was it, I told myself. Nothing more.
I nodded. “It’s called cogni-redolant, but people don’t usually use that word.”
“What does that mean?” He didn’t seem shy at all now, even though we were having a somewhat calm conversation while stark naked, our cocks hard and Elon still straddling my right leg.
“We share a similar taste in scent. Our scents are agreeable to each other.”
He made me repeat the word. Cogni-redolant. We used it in classes while learning about alpha and omega intimate response, but I’d never heard it spoken much in daily life.
“And we are that—that word?”
His question made me smile. “Yes.”
“It’s—it makes my head spin a little. I don’t think Coah and I were.” He winced a little as he spoke his dead mate’s name.
“It’s somewhat rare,” I blurted. In fact, very rare. “It’s not a surprise when even mates don’t have it.”
“Does it make your head spin?”
I let out a single chuckle. “It does, Elon.” I tried not to grin too wide. “Which is very nice.”
“Very.” He bobbed his head with an exaggerated nod. “I—I want to rub all over you. It sounds awful, maybe, but I want to be covered in your scent.”
“Ahh.” I groaned. Was this going to be too much for a mere surrogate session? I loved sex, but to luxuriate like this while barely being touched. And I hadn’t touched Elon at all, yet.
“I don’t know what’s okay to feel and do, and what’s not.” Elon stared at me with a worried look.
“It’s all okay. As your surrogate I consent to anything. Except being hurt.” But this omega was going to kill me with pure desire. I could already feel it.
“Anything?”
