Page 113 of Blood Fist

Without hesitation, he reached down and cupped Jonen’s erection. The alpha hissed, head tossed back as he bucked up into the touch. Corric lapped at the oil from his scent gland, tasting that sweet arousal on his tongue.

“Hah... ah…Corric this is…we shouldn’t…” Jonen stuttered, his voice an octave lower than normal.

“Need you,” he panted against Jonen’s neck.

Jonen’s cock grew under his palm, hot and insistent against the loose fit of his trousers. Corric’s thighs tightened under him, shaking with the effort to keep still. Slipping over his legs, Corric straddled his lap, fussing with the ties of his pants.

“Wait, Corric.” Jonen grabbed his hand, face flush and eyes so dilated they were black. “I don’t understand. You said you wanted to wait until we were claimed.”

“So claim me,” Corric bit his collar bone, eyes closed against the flood of tears threatening to spill. He needed this.

“C-claim…but the den isn’t ready and?—”

“I don’t care!” Corric cried, sitting back to look up at Jonen. His eyes were so watery his mate looked indistinct. “Please, Jonen, save me! I can’t…I’m not strong enough to save myself.”

Jonen grabbed Corric, dragging him close to his chest. His scent changed from aroused to comforting, a deep rumble beginning in his chest. He stroked Corric’s back, nuzzling into his hair as he scented him. Just the feel of the vibrations against his cheek settled Corric’s galloping heart. He closed his eyes and let tears flow.

“I love you,” Jonen murmured against him, over and over until it was something tangible. Something Corric could cling to, a lifeline to pull him out of the depths of the void Sinestrus had sucked him into.

When his eyes were puffy and cheeks sticky with tears, hepulled back to look up into Jonen’s worried eyes.

“Whatever’s happened, I’m here. Always, here.” He brought Corric’s fingers to his lips, kissing the knuckles reverently. “There is nothing we can’t face together. Tell me what you need and let me give it to you.”

Swallowing thickly, Corric whined softly. “Touch me.”

Jonen smiled before kissing him. It was softer this time, filled with such tenderness that Corric almost forgot his burning need to be touched. But then Jonen parted his lips and his tongue gently brushed against Corric’s and it was like a fire was lit within him. The flames licked up his skin, banishing whatever chill was left over by Sinestrus’s icy touch.

He was laid on the pallet gently, Jonen kissing across the tear tracks on his face as he worked fingers under his shirt, sliding it over his head. He raised himself to look down at Corric, openly gazing at him with wonder. Wide eyes tracked across his prominent collar bones, down to his pebbled nipples, to the soft swatch of light hair fuzzing below his navel and disappearing under his low-slung trousers.

He squirmed under such scrutiny, but Jonen laid a firm hand on his stomach, palm pressing down to still him. Corric whined and Jonen responded with a guttural groan as he dipped his head to kiss against Corric’s sternum, dragging his lips along his skin rather than part with him. He kept Corric on his toes by alternating his kisses with small nips and sucks, worshipping his way down until his nose brushed against his navel.

Inhaling deeply, Jonen dug his fingers into the firm flesh of Corric’s stomach, letting his eyes flutter close as he basked in the heady scent coming from his most intimate parts. Corric’s breath was stuttering as histrembling changed from fear to arousal. Jonen was so different as he hovered over him, possessive andalphain a way he’d never seen before. His hands seemed bigger, reverent bordering on rough. Like he wanted to tear into Corric but held back because he thought he was something worth preserving.

That thin line of self-control did it for Corric. He gasped as he felt himself grow slick. His skin felt feverish in the way it did when he was in heat. An insatiable need clawed at his belly, rising with his dick as it strained against his pants. Lifting his hips, Corric aggressively pulled at his pants, pulling them out from under Jonen’s keen eyes.

Much like he did with the shirt, Jonen lifted himself up so he could take in every inch of revealed skin. They’d swam together as pups, but the nudity then had been different. That was more about throwing mud at each other.

This was different. He was nakedforJonen. Thick hands slid down his thighs, calloused palms barely skimming over skin that stubbornly refused to tan. He lowered his nose to the soft inner skin of Corric’s thigh, rubbing his stubbled cheek against it. It made Corric gasp, toes curling as Jonen made his way to the apex.

Corric’s cock was small compared to what he knew alphas had, but it was standing rigid, weeping useless pre-cum from the head. Jonen was close enough that his breath ghosted over the sensitive‌, untouched skin. It made Corric’s stomach dip with the sensation, muscles in his thighs tightening as he laid between slender thighs.

Jonen’s attention was on Corric’s erection, but his hands were in so many places he was losing track. One moment his sword roughened hands were skating across his thighs and the next they were trailing over bony hipsto cup his ass, digging into the plush meat to part them, giving him an unobstructed view of the slick coating his cheeks and thighs.

Dragging Corric closer, he parted his thin lips and let his tongue loll out to almost casually drape across the weeping head of Corric’s cock. It was a sensation unlike any other he’d felt and before he could do anything, those lips parted again and took his cock into his mouth.

It was barely more than a mouthful for him, but Jonen hummed in pleasure, eyes bright as he looked up the expanse of Corric’s body to meet his eye. He held them as his tongue rose to lap at the bottom of his shaft as he hollowed his cheeks to suck.

Corric cried out, back bowing as his head hit the pallet. Pleasure coursed through his body, stoking the fire that had him breaking out in a sweat. He writhed, only stilled by Jonen’s hands pressing down on his hips as he continued moaning around Corric’s cock.

He buried his hands in Jonen’s thick curls, clinging to them as Jonen popped off his cock and licked up the thick veins running along the shaft, taking his time to map every inch of sensitive skin. Corric didn’t think he’d ever slicked this much, not even during his heat. But then, during his heat, he was only accompanied by his fantasies. Fantasies that looked a lot like this.

But they didn’t feel like it.

Nothing could possibly compare to Jonen’s heated touches, or the way his mouth lazily took Corric apart. With every suck and lick, every deferential look, he shattered Corric. The cracks reaching so deep into his soul, he could feel pieces of himself breaking off. Crashing into each other as they splintered, leaving nothing behind but the burning points where Jonen’s hands anchored him in place.

He cried out, breaths coming in little aborted bursts that left his lips tingling and head light. It felt sogoodhe couldn’t sit still, hips writhing and bucking up into that snug, warm heat. Jonen swallowed every thrust, throat constricting around the head of his cock in a maddening squeeze that had Corric seeing stars.

The omega never focused much on his cock. During his heats, all his attention was on his leaking hole, stuffing as many fingers inside as he could and letting his imagination pretend it was his alpha’s knot. He hadn’t realized just how sensitive his cock could be, but when Jonen’s tongue lapped at the underside and he sucked hard, dipping his head until his lips touched wiry hair, Corric came.