Page 56 of Slow Heat

Vale laughed again. “Yes, in many ways, almost all of them are.”

“I knew it! The lines in ‘viscount, are you dreaming?’ with the cherries and the burst of flavor over the tongue is described as ‘pumping summer’s glory’ are totally about oral sex. Tell me I’m right.”

“You’re right.”

Jason went a little lightheaded and he squeezed his eyes close. “Wolf-god, you’re a filthy man.”

Vale purred, “Is that terrible?”

“No, I love it.”

Vale choked quietly, his breath coming in strange gasps. “Darling, are you hard?”

Jason stared down at his throbbing, red dick with pre-come slipping from the head. He gripped his fist around it, squeezing until another drop slipped down the side. “Yes,” he growled. “And I’ve got my dick in my hand.”

Why had he said that? Vale would probably be offended and end the call. What kind of out-of-control alpha was he that—

“Jason, I’m hard, too, and I’m unbuttoning my pants now.”

Holy wolf-in-heaven, was this happening? Was this actuallyhappening?

“What’s it look like?” Jason asked, needing to know. “Tell me. Now.”

“Mm, well, it’s not terribly thick, but it’s longer than average.”

Jason whimpered. “Yeah?”

“And I’m cut like they used to do to so many boys in the Old World before the Great Death.”

“Why?” Jason’s cock thudded against his palm, arousal undeterred by this news.

“Childhood issue. The foreskin was too tight and wouldn’t draw back. It was deemed for the best.”

“Huh.” Jason closed his eyes, holding the receiver tight against his ear. He tried to picture a cock without foreskin. He’d heard of such a thing but never seen it.

“Does that seem strange to you?” Vale sounded—could it be?—vulnerable, and Jason rushed to reassure him.

“I can’t wait to see it.”

Vale moaned. “I hope you like it.”

“Do you? Really?” Jason grunted and had to bite his cheek to keep from falling over the edge.

“You sound wonderful, darling. You sound like you’re about to come for me.”

“You’ll come for me first,” Jason gritted out. It was an order, because that was how it was done. Omegas first, alphas second, and he wasn’t the kind of man to fail his omega even over the telephone.

“Will I?”

“Yes.”

Vale whimpered. “Oh, I think I might.”

“You will.” Jason closed his eyes, listening to the heavy breathing on the other end of the line. His balls ached, and he was ready to come as soon as he’d secured his omega’s pleasure.

“Talk to me,” Vale whispered, strained and breathless. “I’m so slick and wet for you.”

“You want to make your alpha proud, don’t you?”