Page 32 of Overeager (Extra Credit #1)

Noah

N oah rocked his hips in a gentle rhythm as he held the strawberry to Eli’s mouth. “C’mon baby. One more bite. Do it for me?”

Eli whined in protest, his eyes shut tight as he pressed back into Noah, inner muscles clenching around Noah’s cock as he tried desperately to milk Noah’s knot for more.

He’d get it too. They’d been locked together for over an hour already, but Noah’s knot wasn’t going to subside anytime soon, not with how things had been going tonight.

They were on the third day of Eli’s heat, and as far as Noah could tell, things were reaching their peak.

Eli was barely coherent, only speaking to beg for Noah’s cock or his knot.

He was at the point of needing to be filled pretty much all the time, and the only way Noah could get him to eat or hydrate was to offer things while they were locked together, when Eli was slightly more relaxed and compliant.

Slightly being the key word.

Eli still wasn’t taking much at this point—Noah was only able to coax him into some of the sliced fruit he’d prepped and some sips of water—but that was how it went during heat. Omegas inevitably went into a calorie deficit at their peak as their bodies focused on the main drive of heat—mating.

Noah had known all that, but it was still hard not to stress over it in the moment.

Eli was so small, and his body was working so hard.

Noah was bigger and stronger, and he was barely keeping up, making do by hastily eating protein bars in the brief periods of time when Eli was passed out and Noah’s knot was deflated.

He’d eat as quickly as possible, then try to catch as much sleep as he could afterward, recharging as best as he was able.

Just do what you can , he reminded himself now, the food he was offering still uneaten. Go with what feels natural. Eli needs you calm. He needs you present and focused.

He kept rocking his hips, holding the strawberry to Eli’s lips, and sure enough, after another disapproving whine, Eli finally took the strawberry from him, sucking the juices off Noah’s fingers afterward.

He then tilted his head back for a kiss, and Noah gave it to him, capturing Eli’s mouth lazily, his hand cupping around Eli’s throat.

They were spooning, Noah wrapped around Eli’s back.

It was the most comfortable position when they were knotted together, and comfort was key at this point, with Eli needing Noah’s knot so often.

Eli’s cozy nest was absolutely saturated with their scents—their scents and their cum.

The last shower Noah had been able to get Eli to take had been early yesterday morning, and that had only happened because Noah had fingered him throughout, then fucked him furiously against the shower wall afterward.

They’d left the shower messier than they’d started.

Now Eli broke the kiss with a little whimper, his head falling down onto Noah’s bicep as his eyes shut. He was finally falling asleep again.

Eli hadn’t lied about being needy during his heat.

From what Noah had learned in sex ed, all omegas craved a knot during one, but for some, that was it.

In between knots, they wanted their own space, wanted their alpha to leave them be while they napped in the nest on their own.

But Eli needed to be touched at all times, it seemed.

Needed Noah wrapped around him whether they were fucking or not.

Needed to be kissed and petted to sleep.

He wasn’t snappish or demanding about it. He’d whine or keen sometimes when Noah wasn’t quick enough, but when Noah gave him what he needed … then Eli would melt . It was gorgeous to see him like that, really. So sweet and trusting and grateful.

The classes and books hadn’t lied about the intensity of a heat either. It was the most grueling workout of Noah’s life, keeping Eli satisfied these past three days, his body barely fueled by the meager energy bars and spare fruit he was managing to get in.

And yet it was maybe the happiest Noah had ever been. To be needed like this, to provide like this … it was heady, the responsibility and the care it involved.

Noah had been needed before, obviously. As a helper to his parents, as the dependable older brother to all his younger siblings. But not like this. Not by someone who was his and his alone. Noah couldn’t even articulate why it was different—it just was. And it lifted something in him.

Home , his heart was telling him. This was home. This person, this nest, this bond.

Eli.

It was a well-known cliché, falling in love with someone during a heat or a rut.

But that wasn’t what was happening here—Noah had been falling in love with Eli, almost from the first moment he’d met him.

It was the reason he’d acted like such a dick when Eli had freaked out about Ash.

It had been Noah’s gut reaction to the bone-deep fear that the person he loved was going to leave him.

He knew it had stressed Eli out to have his heat come early, but Noah was almost grateful. It had given them both a reason to get their heads out of their asses quickly. It had allowed Noah to be here now, with his partner, his boyfriend, his future mate.

The exhaustion may have been out of this world, but so was the satisfaction. They were safe and content in a cocoon that consisted of only them, no outside world or responsibilities involved.

Although, that would come, wouldn’t it? And soon.

Noah flexed his hand, the faint burn still running along his knuckles. They had things that needed to be dealt with when Eli was coherent again. That asshole Richard …

Noah wouldn’t think about it now though. If he did, the rage would seep into his pheromones, and then Eli would scent his distress. Noah needed to keep things calm and peaceful now. He needed to protect his mate while he was vulnerable.

When Eli’s heat receded and he finally came to fully, then Noah would wash them both, make Eli the biggest meal of his life, and make sure they sat down and talked it all over. They would plan for whatever came next, and they would do it together.

Part of Noah couldn’t wait, despite the complications they needed to manage.

He was eager to get through this, eager to head toward the future where Eli was allowed to be his.

The future where Eli could meet the other people in Noah’s life properly—his roommates, Ash, even his parents.

The future where Noah could walk through the world with Eli on his arm, proudly displaying this brilliant and kind mate he’d found. His bright and beautiful omega.

Eli shifted against him with a quiet exhale, the soft skin of his ass sliding along Noah’s pelvis. Noah had thought he’d already fallen asleep, but then Eli shifted again, the push of his hips clearly purposeful.

“You need more, baby?” Noah asked, keeping his voice soft.

He didn’t wait for an answer, just started rocking his hips again, rubbing his knot against Eli’s inner walls. Eli moaned, his eyes still shut tight. Noah trailed his hand down Eli’s belly to find his omega’s cock hard and standing at attention.

“Poor baby,” he soothed, rubbing his thumb along the swollen head. “You’re aching again, aren’t you?”

Eli’s reply was another moan, this one slightly plaintive, as if agreeing with Noah’s “poor baby” assessment.

Noah hiked up Eli’s thigh to get at a better angle, fucking him as best he could.

He couldn’t thrust with any sort of leverage when they were locked together like this, but he could get a little movement, enough to get Eli where he needed to be.

Noah started rutting against him, his hand stroking Eli’s cock as lightly as possible, aware that Eli’s skin was oversensitive right now.

And then Noah was the one moaning, a husky groan he couldn’t contain. The way Eli clenched around his knot …

Jesus, there was nothing like it in the world.

Eli tossed his head back against Noah’s shoulder, his dark hair damp with sweat, his neck arching like the world’s sweetest temptation. That rich lime scent filled the air, and Noah’s gums itched with the urge to bite down—to claim.

He wouldn’t do that though. He would never break this trust between them in such a stupid way. One day they’d both agree to a bite—Noah was fucking sure of it—but it wasn’t today.

So he kissed Eli’s neck instead, laving at the salty skin there with his tongue afterward. “So sweet for me,” he crooned. “My beautiful omega. You feel so fucking good.”

Eli threw his hand back, his fingers digging into the meat of Noah’s ass, and Noah sped up his rocking. “That’s it, baby,” he urged as Eli panted and gasped. “Let go. Let it all go.”

Eli shuddered as he came, a weak spurt of ejaculate coating Noah’s fingers.

His poor omega was drained and empty at this point.

Noah should have been, too—without the heat pheromones saturating the air, he would have been—but as Eli’s inner muscles spasmed and clenched around him, Noah emptied another thick burst of cum, fucking it deep inside Eli.

Filling him with pups, if they were back in the old days, before heat-effective birth control.

Oh fuck. Noah groaned at the thought, moving his hand to cup Eli’s belly, swollen with Noah’s knot and cum.

Noah didn’t want that in this life, but just for a moment, it was something to imagine, this belly of Eli’s swollen with Noah’s pups instead.

Something about that thought pleased the primal, vicious part of Noah that lit up in delight every time Eli begged for his knot. His inner asshole alpha.

Noah wasn’t ruled by those urges—he could separate the reality from the fantasy—but he could admit they were a little bit fascinating, here in the hazy cloud of heat pheromones.

Eli’s hand landed over his, gripping Noah’s fingers tightly as the rest of his body relaxed fully, limp and sated in Noah’s arms. He made a soft sound of contentment, his cheeks and forehead flushed and sweaty. He looked so beautiful like this, his handsome face softening into sleep.

The break wouldn’t last long, not at the peak like this. He’d wake again as soon as Noah softened, no doubt needing him again immediately. Earlier in the heat, Noah had been able to soothe him with his fingers and tongue in between bouts of knotting, but that wouldn’t work now.

It would be a long and arduous night as Noah’s body worked to respond to Eli’s demanding needs.

Noah tucked his head into Eli’s neck, letting his own eyes fall closed as he breathed in that perfect, citrus scent, rich and thick and sweet with heat. He let out his own sigh of exhausted contentment.

He’d rest now, sleep while he could. Until his omega needed him again.