Eric huffed. Then he pressed his hand to Olivier’s belly, right over their child, and the tight iron band around Ollie’s heart cracked open a little. “I’m gonna stay no matter what,” Eric said. “You should know that by now.”
“But Zan, he—”
“Fuck him,” Eric growled, dragging his nose against Ollie’s cheek.
Olivier closed his eyes, his face burning. “I’m used goods, Eric. I’m no good—”
Eric kissed him again. This time, the kiss was hot, hard, Eric’s tongue slipping possessively into Ollie’s mouth. Olivier’s body reacted viscerally to him, heat surging through his insides, getting him ready for his alpha.
“I’ll tell you if you’re no good,” Eric said into his mouth. “Don’t let him decide that for you.”
But there was still a chance that Eric thought... “Am—am I no good?”
“You’re the best.”
Eric broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together, his eyes a blur of brown. He cradled Ollie’s cheek, his palm gentle, his body a solid, protective wall.
Ollie wanted to cry. Eric loved him. Eric really loved him, and he’d spent... years, decades, waiting for this moment. For Eric to love him back.
“Come home with me,” Eric murmured. “I don’t want to claim you right here.”
Olivier bit his lip. He wanted to tell Eric all of what Zan had done. So Eric could be sure he really loved Ollie. But they were in public, Jenn calmed down in Eric’s other arm. And Olivier still felt too raw, too broken to show Eric all of himself.
“What’s wrong?” Eric murmured, stroking Olivier’s back.
Ollie gulped. “It’s too good to be true. It’s just... It’s so hard to believe, Eric. I’ve... You’ve seen Zan. It’s been going on for a while. Nothing in my life goes right.”
Anger flashed in Eric’s gaze. He closed his eyes, breathing out. “I should’ve been there from the start. I’m sorry.”
Olivier shrugged. “It’s not your fault.”
Eric brushed his thumb across Olivier’s lips, his eyes dark, his touch so very gentle.
Ollie trembled. His heart felt close to bursting, and he probably looked like a mess right now. He reached up to swipe his tears away. Didn’t know how to tell Eric how thankful he was.
Eric caught his wrists, his eyes narrowing at Ollie’s abraded palms. “You’re bleeding. Let’s get you home and cleaned up.”
“I’m okay,” Ollie protested.
“Mine,” Eric growled. “That means I want your wounds clean so they can heal. All of them. Even the ones here.”
He rubbed his knuckles over Olivier’s heart, and Olivier bit his lip, fresh tears welling in his eyes. “You’re too good to me, Eric.”
Eric leaned in, his warmth soaking into Olivier’s skin. “You deserve everything good, Ollie. This is just the start of it.”
Olivier trembled, unsure about Eric’s words. After all the failures in his life... here was Eric, Eric offering him a safe place.
So Ollie breathed in his alpha’s scent, allowing Eric to hug him. Jenn patted his hair, a bright smile on her face.
“Awwr,” she said.
“Ol-lie,” Eric told her. “Uncle Ollie. Or... if you wanna be her dad...”
Olivier froze, staring wide-eyed at Eric. “H-Her dad? That’s... that’s too much, Eric. You don’t even know if I’ll be any good.”
But Eric nuzzled Ollie’s temple, kissing him there. “I’ve seen you with her, Ollie. I’ve heard you telling her your secrets. Hell, she got to know before I did!”
Eric growled, pressing his hand against Olivier’s belly, where their baby was. Olivier’s face burned. Eric knew. And Eric wasn’t mad at him for it.
“Sorry,” Olivier mumbled, looking away. “I should’ve told you sooner.”
Eric kissed his jaw. “It’s fine. I wanted to pull my hair out, but... maybe you can do the hair-pulling.”
Ollie choked on his laughter, blushing hard. “We should get home,” he mumbled, eyeing the cars weaving around Eric’s parked sedan. “We’re blocking the traffic.”
Eric smirked, hauling Olivier off the ground. Then he patted the dirt off Ollie’s ass, his palm warm and solid. Olivier’s face burned.
“We’re in public!”
“I’m just dusting you off,” Eric murmured. “And you’re my omega, so fuck what everyone else thinks.”
Just to be contrary, Eric squeezed Ollie’s ass, holding him there longer than was appropriate.
Olivier flushed. Eric’s smile widened. He slipped his fingers between Olivier’s legs, tapping lightly there. Each tap reverberated through Ollie’s body; Ollie’s blood swooped south.
“About time I marked you again,” Eric growled, nudging Ollie’s balls through his pants. “And... you probably need some punishment for lying to me.”
“Punishment?” Olivier held his breath.
Eric’s eyes darkened. He slapped Ollie lightly on the ass. “A good spanking or two,” he growled. “Before I spread you open and claim you for myself.”
Olivier’s throat went dry. He did deserve a spanking. But after, when Eric opened him up and slid inside... Ollie looked forward to that pleasure, to submitting to Eric, and giving himself to his alpha.
Eric loved him, and Ollie... Ollie couldn’t wait.
21
Olivier
It took forever for them to reach home.
“It was just fifteen minutes,” Eric growled, pressing Ollie up against the bathroom sink. His chest was solid against Ollie’s back, his voice rumbling into Ollie’s ears. “Half an hour if you count putting Jenn to bed.”
“Still too long.”
Olivier gulped when Eric reached around him. Eric turned on the faucet, waited until the water warmed, then held Ollie’s hands under the running water.
His scrapes stung. The blood had dried on the way home, and Ollie had washed his hands once.
“I want you taking better care of yourself,” Eric murmured, his breath hot on Ollie’s ear. “Soap and water on these.”
“I rinsed them with water,” Ollie protested.
“Not good enough. You can do that for Jen. So you can do it for yourself, too.” Eric kissed down Ollie’s neck, his lips soft. Then he lathered his hands, washing Ollie’s fingers and the raw, tender skin of his palms. Olivier’s heart pattered.
Looking at himself and Eric in the mirror... They kind of fitted together. Ollie was small, pale, and Eric was tall and broad-shouldered behind him, a sturdy alpha that Olivier still couldn’t believe was his. Eric loves me.
Eric nipped at his ear, his teeth sharp points on Ollie’s skin. “What’re you looking at?”
“You.”
Eric huffed. Then he rolled his hips, his cock a solid line in his pants. Olivier bit down a groan, grinding back against his alpha.
“Don’t tease,” he mumbled, his pants growing tight.
“Gonna have to,” Eric answered. “I want this cleaned up first.”
His arms warm around Ollie, Eric rinsed Ollie’s hands, then patted them dry with a fresh towel. He dabbed antiseptic lotion on Ollie’s raw skin, carefully cut up pieces of gauze, and taped them over Ollie’s palms.
“There,” Eric murmured, closing the first aid kit with a snap. “Gonna check your knees, too.”
He slipped his thumbs down Ollie’s waistband, popping open the jeans button. Then he tugged the fly down, and the pressure at Ollie’s hips eased.
Olivier trembled. An examination wasn’t supposed to be this arousing.
Past the denim, Ollie’s cock strained behind lace, bits of flushed skin showing through the fabric.
Eric sucked in a slow breath. “Damn, Ollie. You put this on when we got home?”
The panties were Ollie’s favorite pair. Lilies had been stitched onto delicate white mesh, with white ribbons looped through steel eyelets and crisscrossed down the front.
Olivier blushed and shrugged, embarrassed. “I wore them this morning. I just... wanted to feel pret
ty.”
“You are pretty,” Eric growled. “More’n that, though. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful omega I know.”
Olivier’s chest squeezed. After Zan, he didn’t know how he could be beautiful, when Zan had treated him like a rag doll, yanked his hair and spat in his face.
Eric brushed his fingertips over the lace, his calluses scraping against Ollie’s skin. Then he nudged the jeans open further, exposing where Ollie’s cock had leaked, precome glistening on the sheer mesh. Eric rumbled in appreciation, squeezing Ollie’s tip so more precome leaked out.
“Are you sure...?” Ollie caught Eric’s wrists.
Eric met his eyes through the mirror. “Sure of...?”
“Looking at me.” Ollie squirmed. “You heard Zan.”
“He has no right to be here,” Eric growled, pressing his palm over Ollie’s heart. “When I fuck you, I want you to think only about me.”
Olivier flushed, his heart thumping. He could do that. “Okay.”
Eric peeled Ollie’s T-shirt off his chest. Olivier tried not to look at himself. He was thin, his ribs showing when he sucked in a deep breath. He wasn’t much to look at.
Then Eric knelt behind Olivier, and Olivier turned, self-conscious.
Instead of revulsion, Eric’s gaze raked over him with admiration, warm and hungry. Olivier squirmed. “You keep looking at me.”
“Well, yeah.”
Eric pulled off Ollie’s socks, then felt Ollie’s his shins for hurts, his touch careful. The jeans had taken most of the damage, aside from the bruises starting to form beneath Olivier’s skin.
“Been thinking ‘bout pounding you into the bed. You don’t know how awkward it is, rocking Jenn to sleep and thinking about burying my cock inside you. Wanna hear you scream my name.”
Olivier’s throat went dry. He knew the feeling of Eric’s thick cock driving up against his prostate. Eric shoving his legs open, his thrusts sending sparks of pleasure down Ollie’s spine.
It had been a mistake to think he could go without Eric for long. Last night, when Ollie tried to leave... he’d ended up missing his alpha. “I’m just—just glad you want me.”
“‘Course I do.” Eric dropped kisses along Ollie’s jaw, then caught his lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
Olivier’s heart missed a beat. “You’re insane, you know.”
Eric chuckled. “If I’m insane, then so are you.”
He reached between them, covering Ollie’s cock with his hot palm. Then he squeezed Ollie through the denim, and Ollie moaned loud into Eric’s mouth.
The kiss turned ferocious. Eric cupped Ollie’s head and nudged his mouth open wider, licking deep inside like how he’d done with Ollie’s ass. Ollie arched, his body aching with need. He’d needed Eric all morning, but this, with Eric’s hands hungry on him, Eric’s cock hard, ready to plunge inside his body... Olivier wanted all of it now.
Eric ground their cocks together, sending sparks of bliss through his nerves. Olivier shuddered.
“So sensitive,” Eric growled, dragging his teeth along Ollie’s lower lip. “Every time I touch you, you’re just so damn hungry.”
Eric’s touch was always welcome, delicious. He’d never hurt Olivier, not truly.
Eric pressed damp kisses down Ollie’s jaw, then his neck. He closed his hot mouth around Ollie’s scent gland. Then, he sucked. Pleasure twisted through Ollie’s nerves; he jerked, his nails biting into Eric’s arms.
“Mine,” Eric growled.
“Yours,” Ollie panted, his hole squeezing.
Eric kissed down Ollie’s chest, biting lightly on his nipples. Then he kissed down Ollie’s midriff to his belly, shoving Ollie’s pants down his legs. Ollie’s cock pushed hungrily behind the lace.
Ollie covered his cock with his hands. No matter how many times they’d fucked, it was still lewd, having it strain hungrily toward Eric.
But Eric caught Ollie’s wrists, pulling his hands away to expose his cock. “For someone who’s slept with eighty people, you sure are shy.”
Olivier squirmed, his skin prickling under Eric’s gaze. “It’s... it’s different with you. I don’t want to disappoint you, Eric. I’m not the best—”
Eric pressed a kiss to Olivier’s belly; Ollie’s words died on his lips. “You’re carrying my child,” Eric murmured. “What part of ‘I love you’ don’t you understand?”
Olivier’s heart missed a beat. “The part where I’m supposed to believe you.”
Eric snorted, kissing along the hem of Ollie’s panties. Then he squeezed the back of Ollie’s thighs, nipping lightly on Ollie’s hip. “How many times have you seen me lie?”
Olivier couldn’t remember. Especially not when Eric slipped his finger into his panties, pulling it down so Ollie’s cock jutted up, glistening with precome, his tip pushing out past his foreskin. Eric’s smirk widened. He caught Ollie’s skin and dragged it down, revealing his sensitive tip.
“Always so fucking hot when you’re hard for me.”
Olivier groaned, fighting the urge to cover up.
Eric blew on his tip. Then he leaned in and dragged the point of his tongue up over Ollie’s piss-slit, a soft, warm touch. Olivier groaned, rocking up to chase that hint of pleasure.
But Eric rocked back on his heels, rolling Ollie’s precome across his tongue. “Gonna be tasting you a lot tonight.”
Olivier trembled, his body taut with anticipation. Eric kissed the base of Ollie’s length. Then he pulled Ollie’s panties back up over his cock, trapping it.
“Looks good,” Eric growled, pressing the fabric down on either side of Ollie’s cock, so the lace wrapped around him like a gift. “Gonna have it squirt a few times. You ready for that?”
Olivier groaned, his cock jerking with interest. “You’re just teasing!”
“That’s cuz you haven’t had your punishment yet.”
Ollie gulped. He’d never had Eric punish him before.
Eric patted Ollie’s thigh. “Face the mirror. Bend over and spread your legs.”
Olivier’s body tingled all over. He turned and leaned forward, parting his legs slightly.
Eric pushed his large hand between Ollie’s thighs. “More. I can’t reach your balls from here.”
Olivier flushed, spreading his legs until they were no longer squeezing around Eric’s hand. This left him exposed, with just a scrap of cloth between Eric and himself.
“Very nice,” Eric growled, cupping Ollie’s sac. The heat of his palm soaked through the fabric. Eric squeezed Ollie’s balls, sending a jolt up his spine.
It felt like delicious torment, instead of the punishment Eric was so intent on dealing out.
“Eric,” Ollie groaned, pushing into his hand.
His alpha stood, towering over him. Ollie couldn’t help the wetness that trickled from his hole. He loved being at Eric’s mercy. Loved giving all of himself to his alpha. “Eric, please.”
Pain cracked into his asscheek, the sound rebounding off the bathroom walls.
Olivier cried out, shocked into silence.
“I told you this was punishment,” Eric murmured, squeezing Ollie’s stinging bottom. “No more lying.”
Olivier whined, his cock aching harder.
Zan had beaten him, and Ollie had hated it. But this, bent over in front of his alpha, his intimate parts exposed? Ollie had never felt safer in the world.
“No more lying,” Olivier mumbled.
“I don’t believe you, Ollie.” Eric peeled the lace off Ollie’s ass, pulling it down by a few inches. Then he left it there, and slapped Ollie’s ass again.
Ollie yelped, pain and pleasure twisting down his nerves.
“Louder,” Eric said.
“No more lying,” Ollie answered.
But Eric spanked him again, this time on his other cheek. Without the lace, his blows were sharper, more intense. And they made Ollie’s cock harder, his hole wetter yet. All his nerves had come alive, and his hole... he needed Eric inside, now more than ever.
> Olivier hid his face, embarrassed by how much this was turning him on. It was punishment. And yet... precome leaked from his tip, clear and glistening. When Eric raised his hand again, Ollie pushed his ass up, waiting for the next strike. I’m insane.
Eric reached between Ollie’s legs, feeling up Ollie’s cock. “Seems like you aren’t learning a single thing, Ollie.”
He squeezed Olivier, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through his body. Ollie panted, rutting into Eric’s palm, trying to seek his climax. Except Eric released him, leaving Ollie’s cock desperate for touch.
The next slap came on his other cheek, sharp and heavy. Ollie bit down his cries, his cock so full it hurt. “More.”
Eric growled, reaching down to adjust his own cock in his pants. “You’re seriously enjoying this.”
Olivier couldn’t meet his eyes. But Eric stepped up, pressing his covered cock against Ollie’s ass just to let him feel its size. Olivier panted, his hole squeezing. Eric wanted him. If he shouldered the spanking, his prize was right there, his for the taking.
“Fuck me,” Olivier begged, pushing his ass at his brother.
Eric ground his cock between Ollie’s cheeks. The fabric snagged against Olivier’s hole, rough and dry. Ollie’s slick soaked into the material; Eric pulled away. He cracked his palm on Ollie’s ass, so Olivier jerked.
Eric swallowed hard. “Not good enough, Ollie. There’s a lesson here. You aren’t convincing me.”
“I won’t lie,” Ollie hissed. Just so he could feel Eric’s hands on him again.
Eric stepped back, pushing his covered cock against Ollie’s ass. Then he slapped Ollie on the thigh, and Ollie jolted against him, his hole clenching.
“Fuck, Ollie,” Eric rasped, his breath rushing out of him. “This was supposed to be—to be punishment.”
He grasped Ollie’s cheeks with both his hands, spreading them open. Olivier bowed his head, his face burning. He knew what Eric saw—Ollie’s tight hole, pink and puckered, glistening with slick.
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