Page 147 of Alpha Heat

Xan groaned, “Oh, yes,” spreading his legs wider and letting Urho’s tongue get in his hole deeply. “That’s right. There,there!” The sweet, slippery slide never failed to thrill Xan and bring every cell of his being into wild arousal.

Urho rose up above him, stroking his cock, and Xan’s heart skittered in excitement. “What do you want?” Urho asked, his voice deep and scratchy with need.

“Fuck me,” Xan said. “Hard.”

“Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to milk my cock with your tight little hole?”

“Yes,” Xan whimpered. He spread his legs wider. “Do it. Fuck me.”

Urho grinned, a white slash in his dark face, and then he retrieved the lube from the side drawer by the bed. He worked it over his cock and bent Xan almost in half before driving deep inside with no more preparation.

“Yes!” Xan cried, arching up to meet him. “Hard.”

“You sound like you’re in heat,” Urho grunted, fucking into him aggressively.

“Harder,” Xan muttered, wanting to feel his lover tomorrow, wanting the anxiety and fear that had gripped him all day to be rattled out of his body with the force of Urho’s thrusts.

“Like this?” Urho said, slamming into him. “Or like this?” He gently cradled Xan’s throat in both hands, smirking down at him as he rammed him with his cock. There was no pressure, no threat, just pure ownership, and Xan collapsed into a rutting, wailing, wanting mess. His cock spurted pre-come, his body rocked with convulsions, and his ass worked Urho’s cock with every plunge inside.

“That’s right,” Urho muttered. “That’s my sweet omega.”

Xan whined and reached down to take hold of his cock, but Urho shook his head. “That’s not how omegas come,” he taunted. “Show me how omegas come, Xan.”

“Oh, fuck,” Xan moaned, his eyes fluttering up and his hips hitching. “I don’t know if I can.” He was so high on adrenaline, so strung out. He needed the release of orgasm, but he wasn’t sure he could reach it.

“You can. You will.”

Urho’s balls hit Xan’s ass with each thrust, and Xan lifted his legs to try to rut his cock against Urho’s stomach. “No, omega mine,” Urho whispered. “Come on my cock. Milk my orgasm out of me.”

Xan groaned. He closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure of Urho’s cock rubbing against his prostate, the sweet friction of him rushing in and out of his ass, the tightness of his hole around Urho’s girth, and the burning, delicious stretch of taking him, again and again.

“That’s right,” Urho muttered. “Mmm-hmm, show me.”

Climax hovered just outside Xan’s reach, release elusive and yet so close. His balls ached, orgasm rising in him. And then it was on him, hard and explosive, bursting from his groin and rushing over his body in intense, throbbing pulses. He heard Urho’s shout and felt his body grow tight, and when he opened his eyes, still aching all over with pleasure, he saw Urho’s grimace as he came hard, shooting into Xan’s convulsing hole.

The afterglow was sweet, the anxiety of the night and the intensity of their quickly-taken pleasure releasing them into a sweaty heap of intertwined limbs. Xan whimpered sadly when Urho eventually withdrew. “I wish you could stay inside me always.”

The emptiness Urho left behind was always a little unsettling, but Xan knew it was only a matter of hours, days at most, before he’d feel him deeply again.

“I’m always inside you, remember?” Urho whispered, cuddling Xan close. “You’re full of me—in your heart.”

“In my soul.”

“We’re the beginning and the end.”

“The alpha and the omega,” Xan said with a violent, beautiful shiver. The words were sacred, a vow, an oath. “Forever.”

Urho gazed into Xan’s eyes. “Yes, my omega. Forever.”

THE END