by Leta Blake
Xan smiled and sidled closer. “He’s at his club right now. Ren and his people won’t talk. We’re safe enough.”
Jason stooped to open the cat carrier at the doorway and Zephyr took off out of it like a shot. “The cat pan is there,” Jason said to Ren, motioning to where it sat with the luggage. “Where should we put it? In our rooms?”
Ren called to a young beta boy. “Run to the village to find a few more cat pans and extra litter.” Then he said to Jason, “The house is quite big, Mr. Sabel. It’ll be best to offer the cat a few options.”
“Thank you so much. We really appreciate it. She’s a good cat, I promise.”
“Just don’t try to pet her,” Urho called out.
Jason cringed. “Uh, yeah. Probably don’t try to pet her.”
Ren smiled at him, and Jason clapped some money into his hand for his extra trouble.
Urho kept his arm around Xan as they crossed the threshold. Once the others had disappeared into the drawing room, Xan tugged Urho into a library, and then deeper into a small office attached to it. He closed the door behind them.
“Hello,” Xan said, a smile wreathing his face. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
Urho touched Xan’s cheek, stroking the soft curve and the line where the razor left the skin smoother beneath his fingers. “I admit I’m not sure what to say. I’ve thought of almost nothing but getting to be with you again and now…”
Xan stepped closer. “You could kiss me.”
Urho took hold of his chin and dragged him close, wrapping his arm firmly around his back and taking his mouth roughly. Xan melted against him, his body going pliant in his arms. “Oh,” he whimpered when Urho released him, his blue eyes blinking dazedly. “Oh.”
Urho’s cock pressed against Xan’s stomach, and he rubbed it there, watching Xan react to his hardness. The way his cheeks flushed, his eyes dilated, and his breath quickened was a beautiful thing to see, and the scent of his arousal saturating Urho’s alpha senses was heavenly. Urho’s mouth flooded with saliva, and an irresistible urge claimed him.
“Get on your knees,” he muttered, helping Xan down when his legs buckled at the words. “That’s right.” Xan’s hands came up to Urho’s pants, but he batted them away. “Not yet. Look up at me.”
Xan dropped his hands to his side and did as ordered. His pulse beat visibly in his throat, and he licked his red, open lips with such a hungry expression in his eyes that Urho’s cock flexed. He ripped open his pants lest he mess up his underwear and exposed himself in the cool air of the small office.
Xan moaned softly and reached down to squeeze his own cock with shaking fingers. He leaned forward, mouth open, and tongue out.
“Not yet,” Urho said again, pressing his length against Xan’s cheek, smearing some pre-come on his skin. His heart felt full to bursting at seeing Xan on his knees. “Did you keep your promise?”
“Yes!”
“Your mouth, your hole…?”
“Yours.”
Urho’s balls drew up and he stroked himself, contemplating the sheer beauty of Xan on his knees with his eyes wide and desperate. It made him feel like he could fly, soar, and take Xan with him.
“Please,” Xan whispered. “I’ve waited so long. Let me.”
“Kiss it,” Urho said, gripping the base of his large, alpha cock and positioning the head in front of Xan’s mouth. “Mouth shut. Soft lips.”
Xan whimpered but pressed his mouth into a little pucker and leaned forward, kissing gently. When he pulled back, he licked the pre-come from his lips, and his eyes rolled back. He convulsed with pleasure.
“Like that?” Urho whispered, his balls throbbing.
“Yes.”
“Again.”
Xan kissed the sensitive head of his cock and then shuddered hard as he greedily licked the pre-come from his lips again.
“Good boy. That’s my alpha-shaped omega.”
Xan groaned and lunged forward, burying his head in Urho’s crotch, scenting his musk in his pubes and rubbing his face along the crease where his leg met his groin. Then he slipped down to nuzzle his balls. Urho placed his hand in Xan’s soft hair, gently fingering the curls, and held him steady as he wallowed in Urho’s scent.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “I want you to smell like me for the rest of the day.”
Xan shook, gripped with another spasm. He clenched the back of Urho’s thighs to steady himself, never allowing his face to leave Urho’s crotch. His breath, ticklish and hot, rushed over Urho’s balls, but he was a good boy and didn’t do more than breathe him in.
Urho stroked himself, staring down at Xan on his knees. They were both wearing too many clothes—which was so wrong, but unavoidable at the moment. He loved the way his boy trembled, and he gulped in the sweet scent of Xan’s dripping cock.
He gripped Xan’s hair and pulled him away, gaining his gaze again. “Tongue out,” he ordered.
Xan hastened to obey. His red tongue pressed forward for Urho to see.
He slid the tip of his cock over it and watched as the flavor hit Xan and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Urho stroked his cock again, bringing another bubble of pre-come up, and rubbed it against Xan’s tongue, enjoying the way Xan squirmed on the floor in front of him, holding himself back, working against his own instincts in order to obey his alpha.
Perfection.
“Open wide,” Urho gritted out.
Xan stared up at him, swallowed once, and then showed Urho the full of his mouth. Staring at the white molars and beautiful tongue, Urho groaned and carefully took hold of Xan’s jaw, holding it steady, as he aimed his cock and then fed it into Xan’s hot, wet mouth.
Xan groaned. The vibration coursed up Urho’s cock and into his balls. He shuddered and released his cock as it nudged the back of Xan’s throat. He held steady, admiring Xan’s ability to take him deep, and then took hold of his hair again.
Gripping jaw and hair both, he fucked into Xan’s open mouth. The scent of Xan’s arousal filled his nose and escalated the intoxication that riveted him thoroughly. He tried hard to keep his eyes glued to Xan’s watering blue ones, but in the end he tipped his head back and groaned at the ceiling. The wet, gasping sounds of Xan’s throat wrapped around his dick made him feel wild, and his pulse throbbed in his body until he was only a sensitive, pounding heart—pumping with blood, and love, and life.
When Urho looked down at Xan again, he found him with his eyes rolled back and ecstasy on his face. His body had gone limp. Surrendering to Urho’s command, Xan was held up by Urho’s grip on his face and hair alone. Xan trembled all over, one hand gripping his cock through his pants, and the other twitching by his side.
Urho pulled out of Xan’s throat and silenced his cry of disappointment by tugging him up into a brutal kiss. His tongue sought out the remnants of his own taste in Xan’s mouth, and finding it there, mixed with Xan’s saliva and breath, made his heart sing. He gripped Xan close, got his boy’s pants open, and dropped to his knees.
Xan cried out as Urho engulfed his hard, thick alpha cock and took it inside. It brushed the back of Urho’s mouth and he gagged slightly, unable to take it as deep as Xan had. Even so, Xan writhed and bucked in pleasure. He finally collapsed over Urho’s head, supporting himself against Urho’s back and groaning as he came in harsh, wild, flavorful bursts.
Urho gobbled the spunk down, licking it from his lips, and then rose for another brutal kiss. Xan huffed against his lips, breathless and shaking like a leaf. Unable to wait another moment, Urho pushed Xan back to his knees. He stared down at his wrecked boy, eyes glazed, mouth open and panting. He took aim, pumping his hand over his cock twice and shot onto Xan’s tongue.
Xan closed his eyes, swallowing the load greedily, opening his mouth desperately for more as Urho shot another load, and another. The floor spattered with his come, and the scent of it exploded in the room. His muscles gripped and he grunted hard as Xan’s face and hair were striped by the proof of his pleasure.
Urho tangled his fingers into Xan’s hair, swallowed around the thick taste of Xan’s spunk lingering his mouth, and praised him softly. “That’s my sweet omega. That’s my boy.”
Xan quivered as Urho swiped his fingers over Xan’s eyes, cleaning the come off and then feeding it to him. As Xan sucked his digits clean, Urho’s dick twitched and he groaned. “I want you still. How do you make me so wild for you? Just the scent of you in the air and I want to do nothing but roll around in it until I die.”
Xan moaned, speechless. Urho pulled a handkerchief from his pants pocket and wiped Xan’s face clean.
“Let me help you,” he said, pulling Xan up to standing. Xan’s legs trembled so hard Urho feared he’d fall. Xan blinked in seeming shock as Urho touched his sticky cheek. “We need to wash up.”
Xan nodded and his knees buckled again, but he grabbed Urho to steady himself. “This way. Upstairs.”
Beta servants were still taking luggage to the guest rooms, so Xan dragged Urho down a back hallway and up some back stairs. Zephyr streaked past them on their way with a yowl. They kept their heads down and a respectable distance between them, but Urho was under no illusions that the servants couldn’t gossip if they wanted to do so. He hoped Xan’s cousin Janus didn’t have any of the betas in his pay. He’d need to talk to Xan about that later.
“This is your room,” Xan said, motioning at an open door that led to a room with a view of the city below.
“Where’s yours?”
Xan waved toward the open seating area at the end of the hallway. Several sofas and chairs were clustered there, across from a bay of windows that looked out into the courtyard. “That way. On the opposite wing.”
A breeze floated in from the cracked windows all along the interior hallway wall overlooking the courtyard, ruffling their hair, and lending an ocean-scented freshness to the space.
“Show me.” Urho would need to know how to find it in the dead of the night when everyone else was sleeping. He refused to even pretend otherwise to himself.
Xan bit into his bottom lip, a filthy smile threatening to burst forth. “All right.”
Urho followed him past other guest rooms, only one of which was open and obviously intended for Jason and Vale, past the seating area, and across the east side of the house. The windows there looked out on gardens that had seen better days, but there were several beta servants down there even now putting in effort to bring it back to life. Jason would probably have some ideas on that front as well.
Then they took a right onto a wing that looked very similar to the one Urho’s room was on, only with fewer rooms. The interior wall featured windows onto the courtyard below, and he took a glance out to see that it was well-tended. He had no doubt that it hadn’t been when Xan and Caleb first arrived. Potted, green, winter-leafed trees and flowing fountains made for peaceful, almost private alcoves, so long as no one was watching from above.
Urho made note to himself not to seduce Xan out there.
Xan stopped outside the first closed door. “This is mine.” He gestured to the next one down the hall. “That’s Caleb’s.”
Urho nodded, catching the eye of a beta servant who bustled past and watched them with curious eyes.
“Ours are the only open bedrooms on this wing for now. There are several others that we hope to have occupants for one day. The room next to Caleb would make a good nursery. It’s plenty big and a carer could stay in with the baby if necessary. Though I think Caleb will want to be the one to do all of that.” Xan swallowed convulsively, ending his babbling stream of words. “Do you want to come in?”
Another beta servant passed with a stack of towels.
“I assume there’s a bathroom on my wing?” Urho asked. They were attracting attention and no wonder! They both looked a mess. Good thing the betas couldn’t smell them, though there’d been enough spunk, maybe they could!
“In your room, actually. There’s one in your room and one in the guest room we’ve given to Vale and Jason. The other rooms on that side would share a bath on the hall.” He took a long breath and darted a glance right and left. “I have a very large bathtub.”
Urho quivered, temptation rooting in him like a strong vine, rising up and ready to choke out his logic. “As wonderful as that sounds, we should probably part ways here.”
“Of course,” Xan agreed softly, though his eyes took on a dark glint of hurt and disappointment.
“I expect you to show me that bathtub later. Tonight, perhaps, when the house is quiet.”
Xan’s eyes brightened again. “Janus’s room is on the first floor. He chose it before we arrived. It’s technically supposed to be the housekeeper’s area, but Ren is content on the detached servant’s wing behind the kitchens.”
Urho smiled. “Why did he choose that, I wonder? If his job is to spy on you.”
“He doesn’t sleep well. He likes to walk the gardens at night and sometimes he heads down to the beach. Or so he says.”
“Ah.” That struck Urho as dangerous. “Will he notice if I…”
Xan shook his head. “I don’t think so. If we’re quiet and you leave before dawn.”
Urho hoped Xan was right, but even if he wasn’t, they’d deal with that when the time came. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” he said.
“Yes,” Xan agreed.
Urho wanted to let Xan open the door to his room and show him what they could do in that large bathtub. But they’d already made a spectacle of themselves. If they didn’t want to attract notice, then they needed to be more conscientious and less impulsive. Getting a handle on their libidos would be imperative.
Xan blinked up at him, his blue eyes so hopeful. Urho wanted to kiss the lids and then his mouth again. Instead, Urho said, “I’ll see you soon.”
“Yes. If you get turned around, one of the servants can show you the way.”
Urho reached out and then let his hand fall as another servant came rushing down the hallway with a litter pan. He wished Caleb and Xan didn’t employ so many. “Thank you for keeping your promise to me.”
Xan’s cheeks went dark red, and his smile went shy. “Always.”
Then he ducked into his room and shut the door behind him. Urho fought the urge to open it and follow his lover inside.
Stalking down the hallway, he barely held back a groan of frustration. Keeping his hands off Xan Heelies was going to be harder than he’d ever imagined.
Xan was still running the bath water when the door opened and Caleb stepped in.
“Vale is in their rooms resting, and Jason is with him, of course. Urho is apparently showering,” Caleb said sniffing delicately before rolling his eyes. “And I scent that it was sorely needed. You couldn’t keep yourselves apart long enough for at least a semblance of propriety?”
Xan slid into the water and moaned as the scent of Urho’s spunk washed away from his skin. He splashed his face, rubbing it with lavender and smoke-scented soap, washing away the remains of Urho there too.
Caleb pulled up the chair from the vanity and sat beside the tub. “Here, let me.” He took the soap and grabbed a cloth and a small wooden cup, and then proceeded to douse Xan’s hair thoroughly, until the curls straightened and stuck to the side of his face.
Xan leaned back as Caleb took the soap to his hair. Caleb’s hands were gentle and confident. Xan sighed. “Mmm, that’s nice.”
“So I take it he was worth the wait?”
“He’s so commanding,” Xan murmured. “He just tells me what to do and I do it.”
Caleb hummed softly and used a washcloth on Xan’s back.
Xan regretted that Urho’s scent was being washed away, but it wasn’t as if he could go down to dinner with Jason, Vale, and likely Janus, by that time, reeking of Urho and their combined sex fluids. It wasn’t even right to subject Caleb to
it, though he’d barged in on Xan’s bath and taken on the task himself, so it wasn’t Xan’s fault exactly.
Caleb rinsed the soap away carefully, making sure to block Xan’s eyes from the run-off. “Your hair is so silky,” Caleb murmured. “I like how it curls around my fingers.”
“You’re so nice to me,” Xan said, excitement and bliss bubbling wildly in his veins, like he was running on champagne and barely banked arousal. He could still smell Urho in the house, and he wanted to seek him out again, though he knew they had to be sensible.
Caleb assured him, “I’m happy to see you so well-satisfied by someone who doesn’t hurt you.” He chuckled. “Or doesn’t hurt you more than you want.”
Xan splashed the bathwater idly, a smile blossoming uncontrolled over his face. “I loved it. He’s amazing. I admit I’ve been nervous. With all this time and distance, I thought maybe the intensity of the first time was a fluke, but no. It was just as good.” He groaned, flopping back in the water and accidentally splashing Caleb’s white shirt and pants. “I want him to fuck me.”
“I have a feeling he plans to do just that,” Caleb teased.
“I want him to fuck me forever,” Xan said vehemently. “I want to be his omega for real and grow slick and hot when he looks at me. I want to open for him like an omega would. I want to go into heat and take his knot, and I want to have his babies grow inside of me.”
Caleb sat back and pushed his blond hair behind his ear, gazing at him sympathetically. “I wish you could have all of that. If I could simply hand over my womb and everything that goes with it to you, I’d do that in a heartbeat, my love.”
The sadness in Caleb’s voice brought Xan out of his passionate revery. He frowned. “I’m sorry. I’m being selfish.”
“You’re being in love, and I don’t want you to feel badly about wanting what you want. I truly only wish I could solve the problem for you. For both of us.” Caleb smiled softly and slipped his fingers down the side of Xan’s cheek.
“What does a knot feel like?” Xan asked, after the moment had passed. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine it. Alpha cocks were already so large, and since his hole wasn’t as robust as an omega’s, and didn’t make slick like an omega’s, penetration could be painful for him. But glorious. The sensation of being stretched so wide, filled so very full, was unlike any other.