Alpha Heat

by Leta Blake

  “Don’t you dare,” Xan hissed. He lifted his legs to give Urho access. His hard cock lay glistening with precome on his belly, over a small trail of hair from his navel down to his dark bush of pubic hair. His taint was pink and led to the dark hair that surrounded his anus, which beckoned to Urho, glistening with the oil and twitching with Xan’s need.

  “I want to make this good for you.”

  “Just fuck me,” Xan ordered, his eyelashes wet with tears but his voice firmer than it had been since Urho had come into the room. “Now. Don’t make me wait anymore. Prove to me that you’re going to do it. You promised.”

  Urho grabbed Xan’s legs and began a slow thrust inside. Xan groaned and whined, arching and pushing, his body slow to open for Urho’s thickness.

  The pleasure of penetrating Xan was beyond Urho’s expectations. One of Xan’s legs rested on Urho’s shoulder, the other Urho held wide by gripping his ankle. The view was incredible: Xan’s lithe, sturdy form spread out under him, muscles jumping and trembling in anticipation and tension. A deeper ruddy flush crept up Xan’s chest and into his neck, painting his cheeks and turning his mouth an even brighter red.

  “Please,” Xan whimpered. “Give me more.”

  Urho’s thighs quivered and his breath came in short gasps as he held back from shoving as deep as he could into Xan’s body. The tight grip around his cockhead and the thudding of Xan’s pulse, the strain of Xan’s muscles, told Urho that Xan was struggling to accommodate his size.

  He reached down and rubbed the tight rim of Xan’s flesh gripping his dick, holding himself firmly in check as Xan squirmed, trying to get Urho in deeper. “I want it all,” Xan begged, sweat popping around the his temples as he bore down and Urho sank farther in. “Give me your knot.”

  Urho groaned. He wished he could answer Xan’s plea. Knotting only happened with an omega in heat, the pheromones of their pleasure and orgasm triggering it in the alpha breeding them. “You want me to breed you, little omega?”

  Xan whined then, his head tossing back and forth and his hips twisting as he pressed himself onto Urho’s thick cock. “That’s right,” Urho crooned. “You look so beautiful fucking yourself on my dick. Gorgeous.”

  Xan rolled his hips, taking Urho deeper and deeper with every twist and push, until he’d filled himself fully. Satisfaction crossed his face, and he stared up at Urho, his expression of challenge and surrender one that scoured Urho’s heart and soul, scrubbing him down to raw nerves and emotion.

  Urho’s cock throbbed deep in the silken heat of Xan’s ass. He was less robust and gripping than an omega on the inside, but tight and alive all the same. Interior muscles rippled around Urho, and Xan’s body trembled at the effort of opening for him, of holding him inside. Urho moaned, slamming his hips forward to bring himself the final inch home.

  “Yes. Fuck me,” Xan demanded, his eyes alight and wild.

  “You want me to make you come?” Urho grunted. One hand still clenching Xan’s ankle, he brought his other up to lightly grasp his straining neck. “Just say yes, sweet omega, and I’ll make you come.”

  “Yes!” Xan’s eyes went wide, and then he collapsed entirely, surrendering. His cock spurt pre-come on his stomach. The scent of if made Urho’s mouth water, and he squeezed Xan’s neck a little more tightly.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” Xan moaned, his eyes rolling up in his head. “Fuck. Yes.”

  Urho held him in place with a grip on his throat, too light to choke, but hard enough to remind Xan of who was in control, who it was cherishing him tonight. Then he fucked into him with strong, long strokes, aiming to hit Xan’s prostate.

  He shuddered with pleasure as he worked, noting the differences—the absence of spongey, swollen omega glands and the constant spill of slick over his cock to smooth the way. But being in Xan, watching him fall apart with pleasure, watching him give in to his body and open for Urho’s thickness was intensely satisfying in a way being with every omega since Riki had never been.

  Xan’s body convulsed with each slam home. His cock dribbled pre-come that smelled like slick, and when Urho swept some of it up into his fingers to add to the oiled place their bodies met, it acted like slick too.

  “My little omega,” Urho muttered, shoving hard into Xan, rattling his teeth with the force of his thrust. “Gonna flood you with my seed and make you mine.”

  “Yours,” Xan agreed, eyes dilated like he’d been drugged. Sweat slipped down the side of his flushed faced.

  “Promise,” Urho growled.

  “Already promised.”

  Urho shuddered, his thrusts losing pace for a moment as his heart clenched. Yes, Xan had already promised his hole, but this was beyond that. This was intimacy and rough pleasure all rolled into one. He leaned down and kissed Xan hard, their teeth clacking before their lips moved together in a sensual give and take that echoed the thrust of Urho’s dick into Xan’s spasming body.

  “Come for me.” Urho squeezed Xan’s throat firmly. “Shoot your hot load all over yourself while I fuck your sweet omega hole.”

  Xan seemed to have only been waiting for permission, because he hunched up, thighs flexing and asshole tightening almost painfully on Urho’s cock.

  Urho covered Xan’s mouth as he screamed his pleasure and his cock erupted with come. Spurts of it went everywhere—the sheets, Xan’s mess of dark curls, the headboard, and even some on the floor well beyond the bed itself.

  Xan’s head slammed against the mattress as he convulsed. His pink nipples were tight and begged for attention as his straining cock tensed and released again and again, the scent of spunk rising around them like steam.

  “That’s my good boy,” Urho praised him. “Give it all up for me. Such a perfect omega.”

  “Please,” Xan whimpered, shaking violently in the aftermath of his pleasure. “Give me more. Take more. Remake me, please.”

  Urho collapsed onto Xan’s hot, sweaty body, releasing his ankle and wrapping his arms around him tightly. Xan’s still-hard cock rammed against Urho’s stomach again and again, and the muscles of his back and thighs twitched and quivered as Urho fucked him with intense, deep strokes.

  “Yes, yes,” Xan chanted. “Please, Urho. Call me your omega again.”

  “My omega,” Urho muttered, the words slipping from his mouth easily. His heart echoed the sentiment irrationally and devotedly. “Mine.”

  “Yes, oh fuck yes.” Xan’s ass gripped and fluttered around Urho’s cock. “I love that. I love it so much.”

  Urho shuddered, a hard sort of place inside him crumbling. He bent low to kiss Xan’s neck, lick the come off his cheek, and then suckle his pointed nipples until Xan was frantic and moaning.

  Xan’s heels hammered the rhythm of their rut against Urho’s plunging ass, and he crooned with pleasure. Urho buried his face, tension ramping up unbearably before shattering in pulsing, ecstatic release—a blinding, convulsing, consuming orgasm like a seizure grabbing him.

  Ropes of alpha semen shot deep into Xan’s body, so much that it gushed from his hole, lubricating the final aching perfection of their connection.

  “Yes,” Xan groaned, gripping him tightly.

  Urho heaved and shuddered on top of his much-smaller body, sweaty and helpless in pleasure.

  As the peak fell away and they were left in a tangle of wet, sweaty, come-covered limbs, they kissed, soft and intimate, for long, panting minutes.

  Finally, Xan whispered, “I liked it. In case you were wondering. I liked being cherished.”

  Urho’s heart ached, but with joy. “Then we’ll do it that way every time. We’ll do it like that until you get tired of it.”

  Xan clung to Urho, made like he fit him perfectly. “I don’t think I will. I think when you leave again, I’m going to miss this—you—more than I’ve ever missed anything in my life.”

  “Then maybe I shouldn’t leave.”

  The words fell between them like something solid into a heap of jelly. The mess was the awkward silence that followed. U
rho pulled his cock from Xan’s body and slid a hand down to press two fingers into Xan’s twitching hole.

  Xan relaxed against him, and they breathed in the sex-scented silence of the room.

  “I wish you wouldn’t. Leave, I mean,” Xan said finally. “But I don’t expect you to make promises you can’t keep.”

  Urho nuzzled Xan’s nape and closed his eyes. They drifted off together without discussing it any further.

  They woke several times in the night to repeat the “cherishing” of Xan’s body.

  And when the sun came up, Urho was still buried deep in Xan’s ass, enjoying the convulsions of Xan’s latest orgasm around his cock and watching as his alpha-shaped omega’s face broke open with trust and pleasure.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  The club was built atop a cliff near the ocean. Its towers brushed the sky, and it dug deep into the earth below, with levels down the cliff face. Designed of red brick and grey stone, it boasted an Old World revival feel, as well as stunning views of the sea and the mountains north of Virona.

  Climbing out of the new car Jason’s father had had delivered to Xan and Caleb as a housewarming present, Xan admired Urho’s tweed, khaki herringbone suit, and the pinstriped, brown and white button-up shirt beneath the high buttoning vest. The tie held the only pop of color, a touch of orange in the pattern, and the whole ensemble enhanced Urho’s dark, russet brown skin, somehow making him look younger and more relaxed.

  Or maybe he simply was more relaxed after the pleasurable week they’d had. Urho had bewitched Xan, body and soul. As far as he could tell, Urho felt the same. Always keeping within a certain distance of Xan and treating him with the respect he’d show an omega—and not just any omega, but one he was contracted to. As Caleb had commanded, they had “gotten to know one another.”

  And not just in the naked way.

  They’d talked, and walked, and explored the grounds together. Xan had listened to stories of Urho’s days at the university before he’d set up his new clinic and asked questions about Riki. It made Urho smile, and he found that he genuinely wanted to know more about the man Urho had loved and lost.

  It hurt his heart to think of Urho’s pain when Riki and their child died, and he could tell that pain eased when Xan asked about him, and that speaking of his lost Erosgapé made Urho happy. Xan wanted him to be happy. He wanted him to be so happy that he’d never leave.

  The days had stretched into a beautiful, glossy, golden haze of hope—something Xan had never experienced before. Caleb seemed very pleased, treating Urho with such kindness that Xan felt almost delirious watching his omega interact with his lover.

  The lines around Urho’s eyes were lighter, and the tension he usually held in his shoulders—a habit of years, likely—was almost entirely gone. A puff of pride lifted Xan’s chest. He’d done that. He’d left Urho sated and satisfied.

  Janus had been gone a week and Caleb had encouraged Xan and Urho to go out on the town. Jason had also strongly suggested it since Xan and Urho’s enthusiastic fucking was making poor Vale hornier than ever.

  Urho reached out and adjusted Xan’s fedora, made from a new gray wool and chinchilla felt mix with a darker gray silk band. He’d bought it locally to suck up to the tailor, and Caleb had declared it was as well made as any in the city.

  “You look handsome,” he said, brushing the shoulders of Xan’s favorite suit, a gray-and-black checked wool-cotton blend with small, embroidered red hearts throughout. He’d embellished it with a black tie featuring lush roses. A romantic suit for a romantic night.

  Xan stood taller, gazing up at his lover, heart in his throat and buzzing with excitement. He couldn’t believe Urho was here with him in public, and they were together. No one else would know, of course, but it was enough that Xan did. Knowing the handsome, older man beside him was his and his alone made his possessive alpha instincts sing with joy.

  “It’s a nice night,” Urho said, gazing up at the star-filled sky. “But the wind off the ocean is chilly.” He shivered slightly. They’d left their heavier coats behind in hopes that the warmer weather they’d enjoyed in the garden earlier in the day would hold.

  “Let’s head inside,” Xan agreed, breathing in deeply and admiring the way Urho’s skin scent mixed so well with the sea air. An aphrodisiac for the heart. It made Xan feel as though he floated into the five-story Virona Gentlemen’s Club.

  Admiring the interior décor and design, as well as the fashionable dress of all the other patrons, Xan held back a gasp. It was every bit as decadent as similar clubs in the city. “Janus comes here almost every night,” he said, gazing around at the boldly patterned walls and hunting trophies.

  Other members of the club milled about—mainly unattached alphas, but there were a few, quiet omegas in the mix as well, usually wearing the circle pin showing their contracted status. No betas aside from employees were allowed in, and Xan had to admit the inequality of the caste system they lived with daily blinked in and out of his privileged consciousness.

  A smiling beta servant removed their suit coats—leaving them in just their vests and shirtsleeves, as was the current fashion at clubs—and offered up tickets to retrieve them later.

  They made their way into a gaming room, where many men played games of chance and skill, like pool or cards. Others stood in groups, talking, and drinking. Xan relaxed as he noticed several admiring eyes on him and others on Urho. They did make a fine pair, if he did say so himself.

  “Can I get you drink?” Urho asked, nodding toward the bar along the back wall.

  “Let’s go together.”

  The bartender opened a tab for Xan as soon as proof of his new membership was displayed, and he poured generous drinks for them both. Xan hopped up on a barstool and took a long look around while sipping his drink. There were men of all ages here tonight. More wealth than he’d realized existed in Virona. He supposed this was what his father and Ray had been going on about. There were clients here and he should groom them.

  “Janus has made a lot of connections at this club,” Xan murmured, wondering which of these men his cousin had already bagged for the company and taken the credit for himself.

  “Has he?” Urho asked, gazing about the room. The stately, polite play and the almost old-fashioned air of the place suited him. “It doesn’t seem his speed.”

  Xan gave a nod to an alpha he recognized as Jol Martinez, the owner of the contracting firm they were using for the new office building. He got a smile and a lifted drink in return.

  See? Connections were easy. He could make them too. If he ever tried.

  But tonight was about him and Urho spending time together away from the bed, so he smiled and then politely turned to Urho to let Jol know he was engaged elsewhere at the moment.

  “Well, perhaps this area isn’t his style, but Janus loves to socialize. I know he’s become a big hit on the lower floors where the gym is housed and the wrestling matches take place.”

  “Wrestling?”

  Xan rolled his eyes. “Yes. Apparently, he’s quite the fighter.”

  Urho frowned but remained silent.

  The drink was good and Xan downed it more quickly than he should have, the pleasure of it sweeping through him and flushing him with heat. He wanted to touch Urho’s chin, slip a hand around his neck, and tug him down for a kiss. He sighed and settled for a smile.

  “I enjoyed a bit of boxing when I was young,” Urho said, licking his lips and pulling his gaze up from Xan’s mouth. Had he been having the same sorts of thoughts? “Riki found it thrilling and I enjoyed thrilling him.”

  “You don’t box now?” Urho looked like he could still take down a mountain if he chose. Muscled and strong, tall and well-made. He also moved with such steadiness and purpose that Xan could imagine him in a fight, landing solid punches like a machine.

  “It’s for young toughs. Like Janus, apparently.”

  “If the time he spends here is any indication, he’s not just good at wrestling, but loves i
t too. Though I suspect he also loves getting away from the house, almost as much as we enjoy having him gone.” Xan smirked. “Especially since he and Caleb came to blows.”

  Urho’s eyes went hard. “You’re going to have to explain that a bit more. Particularly the part about how Janus is still breathing. He hurt Caleb?”

  “No! Caleb hurt him!” Xan smiled with pride as he remembered the way Caleb had taken Janus down. “He kicked him in the shin and then elbowed him on the back of the head.”

  “Wolf-god.”

  Xan shrugged. “The idiot brought it on himself, of course.”

  “Caleb is fierce and beautiful. You’re a lucky man to have him.” Urho smiled fondly, admiration shining in his eyes.

  “I am,” Xan agreed. “He makes me as happy as any omega could.”

  “And that makes me happy,” Urho said, nodding toward a tall, well-dressed, middle-aged beta approaching them. “That looks like the concierge you arranged to meet. Let’s see what activities keep Janus so occupied.”

  The concierge of the club gave them a full tour even though it was night. He touted the club’s golf course—glimpsed by the light of the moon from a balcony on the back of the building. He also pointed out their thirty-five slip marina, and their outdoor and indoor swimming pools.

  “Those are our most popular summer attractions,” he said, with a slight lisp and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

  They were on the stairwell headed down from the upper floors to the lower levels of the building within the cliff wall. The scent of sweat and musk drifted up from below.

  “But in the winter, sirs, we offer indoor activities. Bowling, of course. And, as you saw, billiards, poker games—for the gambling types—and racquetball for the sporty men.” His brow rose and his expression took on a sly expression. Then he lowered his voice as though revealing something secret. “For those with a taste for something brutish, however, we also offer a more aggressive, alpha, form of indoor entertainment.”

  With that he opened the door at the bottom of the stairwell to a large interior gymnasium. It was almost rank with the scent of alpha pheromones and sweat. The smell stung Xan’s nose, and he blinked as his eyes teared up from the intensity of it. Urho seemed to have a similar reaction, clearing his throat hard and wiping at his eyes.