He’d never been with a man in heat and had no idea if he could handle what came next, but by the gods, he’d protect Dash with his very life if he had to. Dash needed him and that’s all that mattered. Together, they’d figure things out.
Dash inhaled a shaky breath and looked up at Emerson again. His pupils were blown, the gray so pale and thin it blended with the white in the moonlight—if it was there at all.
“I need you,” Dash moaned, rolling his hips.
The honeyed scent of slick filled the air. Emerson couldn’t help himself; he had to see Dash wet with desire. Slowly, he crawled onto bed, giving Dash long, gentle strokes along both flanks. He crept farther back towards Dash’s round bottom. Once he’d moved behind his mate, he spread both cheeks apart, eyeing the puckered entrance dripping with glistening slick.
Emerson groaned, his cock heaving forward, eager to slip inside. Instead, he slid two thick fingers into Dash’s hole, testingthe opening. Dash’s hole stretched around his fingers with ease, widening like Emerson had been told an omega would for his alpha. He easily added a third without challenge.
“Alpha…please…”
Emerson dragged his gaze away from his fingers knuckle-deep inside his mate. Dash stared over his shoulder, watching with his lips parted and eyelids heavy. His entire body swayed with each panting breath.
“What do you need?” Emerson asked.
“Don’t,”Dash growled angrily. “You know…” His brows furrowed, his anguish clear. “Youknowwhat I need.”
Emerson gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the glans across Dash’s hole.
“Yesssss,”Dash hissed, his head listing to one side, exposing his neck.
Claim him…
Emerson surged forward, impaling Dash in one, slow, steady stroke. Dash’s low groan reverberated through them both as his body took Emerson deep. He covered Dash’s body with his own, biting into the corded muscle at the base of his mate’s neck. Dash roared, bucking back against Emerson, before stilling under him.
“Em…” Dash said, trembling under him. “Fill me with your seed, my alpha.”
Emerson’s eyes widened.
Dash shook his head. “Whatthe fuckdid I just say?”
They were the whispered words of an omega in heat. They were part of the instinct, uttered even if the omegadidn’twish to become pregnant, or so he’d been told.
Pregnant?
CouldDash become pregnant?
Emerson pulled out and scrambled to the head of the bed. Dash’s head whipped over and glared, accusation in his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Give me a moment,” Emerson mumbled, his hands trembling from the earth-shaking need to rut.
“Nooooo…”Dash keened, rolling his hips.
Emerson glanced over and saw a bead of slick slide down Dash’s inner thigh, beckoning him to return.
“Emerson…”
Emerson dragged his gaze away from the temptation of his mate and rummaged in the nightstand. He rarely used them, but he was sure there was a box of condoms somewhere. After finally fishing a foil pack out, he struggled to get it open and on with his hands trembling.
Once covered, he pushed Dash’s knees wider before sliding a hand under his mate’s belly. With another quick thrust, he was once again deep, where he belonged. They both moaned, their raucous sounds merging into a sensual harmony.
Emerson closed his eyes, the warmth of his mate’s hold on him nearly taking his breath away. That night, Dash was unlike he’d been before, not just in action, but the feel of his body. The grip around his cock was tighter, as if unused muscles had been awakened just for that night. Emerson wasn’t sure how he’d survive the rippling hold for more than a few strokes.
Hehadto last more than a few strokes. If Dash was truly in heat, he needed release more than Emerson did.
He clenched his jaw, willing himself control.
For Dash.
