Page 4 of Slow Heat

“Yes, that’s right.” Jason tugged Xan’s cock, something he’d never have to do for a real omega: they came anally from omega gland and prostate gland stimulation. He whispered, “Look at your slutty hole all open for my come. Want my babies, omega? Want me to fill you up?”

“Give it to me,” Xan muttered, his chest flushing and his nipples budding up tight. “Give me your jizz.”

“Mm, you want it bad.”

“So bad.”

“You want my knot?”

“Yes!”

Jason closed his eyes, blocking out Xan’s familiar face. He wanted an omega, a real one, a slick-assed, whining, begging, writhing omega beneath him, crying real tears for his come, pleading for his babies, begging to belong to him, and be owned by him, and to come all over his dick, screaming, riding, convulsing in helpless—

“Jason!” Xan cried out, his body jerking as thick wetness splashed between them.

The grip of Xan’s asshole and Jason’s urgent fantasies swamped him. Come rocketed from his balls and pumped out of his dick in massive wads. He felt it load up Xan’s ass and spill out around his cock. He’d be able to jizz so much more when he finally had an omega in heat and knotted in an orgasm that went on for minutes, not just long seconds like this one. He grunted, thrust hard one more time, and felt a final spurt of pleasure.

He moaned, collapsing on Xan’s sweaty body. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Xan said, his voice quiet and his body quivering. “Fine.”

“Feel good?”

Xan shrugged, and Jason knew the post-orgasm guilt was settling on him like it did every time Jason fucked him.

“Shh,” Jason said. “No one knows. No one will ever know. It’s just you and me. When we get our omegas, we’ll be glad we practiced.”

He left it unsaid, and so did Xan that the only one really practicing was Jason. Xan, if his predilection was discovered, would be an outcast among alphas. Only betas and omegas got fucked. Everyone knew that.

But Xan liked it. And Jason didn’t think it meant a damn thing. Liking it didn’t make Xan less of a man or an alpha.

“We have fun; that’s all that matters,” he whispered, snuffling into Xan’s hair. He wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. “Tell me what you want your omega to be like.”

Xan was quiet a long minute, but he finally answered, “Tall, blond, handsome.”

It was his usual answer, but Jason wasn’t satisfied. “Give me more than that. What do you want him to belike? On the inside?”

Xan shrugged. “I dunno. I never think that far. I just think about putting my cock in him. Breeding. That’s it. It doesn’t matter what I want anyway. Our bodies will choose, if we’re lucky. We’ll react to some stranger’s pheromones, imprint, and that will be that.”

Jason frowned. “Why sound so hopeless about it?” He thought it was romantic, himself. Finding hisÉrosgápe. Knowing immediately. Feeling that surge of lust and ownership. He patted Xan’s arm lazily. “It’s the way it’s always been.” At least since the Great Death.

Xan shrugged again before rolling up onto an elbow to reach for tissues on the bedside table. “Exactly. It’s the way it’s always been. So why think about it? We’ll get what we get and we won’t pitch a fit.”

Jason let Xan move out of his arms to clean up, his lips set in a small frown. He didn’t feel that way at all, and he wished Xan didn’t, either.

Meeting his omega would be the best thing that ever happened to him if he were lucky enough to find hisÉrosgápe. No matter who that omega was, if he was hisÉrosgápe, then Jason knew he’d be happy. Thrilled. In love. They’d live happily ever after in their bond. Like his parents and grandparents before him.

What could there ever be to pitch a fit about?

CHAPTER TWO

“Yes!” Xan pulledhis head out of the return bin at the university library and held up a red-spined text triumphantly. “I knew some nerd would have completed the assignment early.”

“That’s the wrong edition,” Jason said, shaking his head. “The spine on the latest one is blue.”

He knew that becausehewas a nerd who’d completed the assignment early. As in a week early. An omega would want a smart, resourceful, educated alpha, and he wasn’t going to fall down on the job. He’d been a good student his whole life, but especially ever since presenting as an alpha at fifteen. There were expectations to be met.

Earlier in the week, when he’d finished the assignment, he’d offered the text to Xan, but the dummy had waved him off and said he’d get his own copy from the library later.