by Shea Balik
Cillian didn’t move. He couldn’t. No. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just didn’t want to.
He wanted to have sex with Soren. He didn’t know why as he barely knew him. Maybe it was the heat. Then again, he’d been attracted to the man the first time he’d laid eyes on him.
It might be a mistake, but Cillian wasn’t about to waste this opportunity. Leaning in, he placed his lips against Soren’s. Damn, they were just as good as he’d thought they’d be.
Large hands wrapped around his upper arms, pulling him even closer to that rock-hard body as Soren took control. Teeth nipped his bottom lip before Soren soothed the sting with his tongue. Cillian opened his mouth to let the man in when suddenly he was shoved back as Soren held him at arm’s length.
“Tell me you’re not going to regret this later,” Soren demanded.
Cillian wasn’t sure if he could promise that, yet he found himself saying, “I won’t. I want you.” He wasn’t sure where that had come from but the moment the words left his mouth, he knew they were true.
Instead of pulling him back into his arms, Soren pushed Cillian up against his truck, just as Cillian had imagined earlier. When he was close enough that their lips just brushed against each other, he said, “This is your last chance to say no.”
Then Soren’s mouth was on his. Teeth nibbled along his bottom lip, before he ran his tongue over it. Cillian moaned and Soren took complete advantage of the opening to dip his tongue inside.
Damn, but the man could fucking kiss. It gave Cillian shivers to think about what it would be like when Soren’s cock was deep inside of him. Needing to know, Cillian started to unbutton Soren’s shirt.
He wanted to feel skin under his fingertips. To touch the chiseled body that was pressed against him. His hands shook, making the task harder that it should have been, but Cillian finally managed to get the shirt open.
Another moan left his lips as Soren started to kiss a path along his jaw. When his fingers touched all that hard, warm skin, Cillian was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. Maybe the stalker hadn’t just sent a card. It was possible he’d been shot and killed, for nothing on earth should feel this damn good.
Then Soren’s large hands were on his ass, encouraging Cillian to wrap his legs around his waist. After Cillian did, Soren started walking into the house without stopping the kisses that had now reached his ear.
“As much as I want you in my bed, I’m not going to make it that far,” Soren growled in his ear.
Cillian shivered both at the deep husky voice that was filled with desire, as well as the thought that he’d been the one to affect this strong Alpha as well. It was thrilling to think that someone would want him that much.
“That’s okay,” Cillian said with a smirk. “We have plenty of time to try out your bed since my heat usually lasts two or three days.”
Just as he’d hoped, Soren groaned before taking Cillian’s mouth and devouring him. It was as if Soren couldn’t get enough, which was fine with Cillian because he felt the same way.
Soren lowered them both onto a couch. He broke off the kiss long enough to pull Cillian’s top off over his head. Smiling when Soren let out another moan of desire, Cillian reached for his scrub bottoms and started pushing them down.
Standing up, Soren quickly took off both of their shoes. By the time Cillian kicked aside his pants, Soren had his down around his ankles and was stepping out of them.
Perfection.
It was the only way to describe Soren’s body. The man didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. A broad chest tapered down to a slim waist. Cillian’s gaze focused in on the man’s cock, causing his mouth to water, and the fluid all Omegas produced when in heat to prepare themselves to be taken by an Alpha leaked from his ass.
He was really going to enjoy every moment of this.
CHAPTER 6
Seeing Cillian naked was every fantasy Soren had ever had about a lover rolled into one perfect form. Long lean legs wrapped around him as if he’d been made to be in Soren’s arms. Slightly flared hips that were made to carry their baby.
Wait. What?
Not sure how he went from just meeting Cillian to the need to protect him as if he were the most precious person in the world to having a baby with him. It was insane, yet everything inside Soren screamed that was exactly what was supposed to happen.
He had no idea how or why. Then again, his brain wasn’t exactly the part of his body in control right now, making thinking a challenge.
The sight of Cillian naked on his couch was something Soren would never tire of gazing at. Not that his cock was about to allow that, since it wanted to be inside Cillian, instead of staring at all that lightly tanned skin covered in varied places with tattoos.
Suddenly, Soren wanted to trace every line of those markings with his tongue. Lowering himself, Soren covered Cillian’s body with his own, loving the way the man felt beneath him.
Capturing his lips again, Soren moaned into the kiss, savoring the softness of his mouth and the full-bodied taste of the finest of wines. It was the aroma of sweet grapes with a hint of earthiness that he’d scented in the garage. He could easily see himself drowning in Cillian’s fragrance and taste.
Hell, he already was as he slid his tongue along Cillian’s, entwining them as their bodies wrapped around each other.
But it went far beyond that. The hard body that he felt beneath him, with skin much softer than he’d have imagined under his fingertips as he explored every inch he could reach, was intoxicating.
Sweet sounds of need poured from those lush lips as Soren trailed a path of kisses to Cillian’s neck and the first tattoo. His tongue traced one line after another, until he reached a tantalizing chest with two nipples already puckered, as if begging for attention.
That was something Soren would gladly give. Sucking one into his mouth, he licked and kissed his way to the other. This time he bit down with his teeth, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from Cillian. Smiling, Soren filed that bit of information away for later.
As much as he’d love to torment his lover with nipple play, Cillian’s scent was driving him mad. It didn’t help that he was tasting that delicious skin. Soren needed to make Cillian his.
A warning bell went off that he was becoming too invested in a man he’d only just met, but Soren shoved that thought away. All he knew in that moment was Cillian. His trim, yet strong body writhing beneath him.
He continued down Cillian’s body using his teeth, tongue, and lips to drive the man out of his mind with pleasure. They may both have the driving need to fuck, but Soren still wasn’t about to waste this opportunity to map out as much of Cillian’s lean body as he could.
Making his way over Cillian’s flat abdomen, he came upon the man’s hard, slim prick. The head was flushed red with fluid leaking from the tip. Swiping at it with his tongue, Soren’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet, slightly salty essence of his lover.
Soren wanted to spend hours worshipping Cillian’s cock, but the heady aroma of grapes mixed with the earth called to him. Soren loved his wines. The earthier the better to his palate and Cillian’s scent was better than any wine he’d ever come across.
Kissing the tip of Cillian’s dick, Soren lifted Cillian’s legs and was entranced by the sight before him. There for his eyes only was Cillian’s hole, opening for penetration and leaking fluid just for Soren. His cock throbbed as he thought about what it would feel like to sink into that warm, wet hole. But first, Soren wanted a taste.
Leaning closer, he put his nose right up to the center of that heavenly aroma. It only took inhaling once and already Soren was intoxicated. Tilting his head slightly, Soren licked along that needy hole, lapping up the part of Cillian that made him an Omega.
Piercing his tongue inside Cillian’s channel, Soren couldn’t help but moan in desire. He had barely begun all the things he wanted to do with this man, yet Soren was already addicted. He wasn’t sure three days woul
d be enough to get his fill, but Soren planned on making the most of it.
The rich melody of noises Cillian was making as Soren explored his body only added to the experience. Unable to wait any longer, Soren surged up Cillian’s body and took his mouth with his own.
He lined up with Cillian’s hole and broke off the kiss to stare into those gorgeous brown eyes, nearly black as his pupils were dilated wide. It took all his will not to claim that Cillian was his as he thrust forward, driving in deep.
The connection between them went beyond the physical. Soren could see the moment Cillian realized that because his eyes showed all his emotions. Whether he was ready to hear it or not, Cillian belonged to Soren. If it took a hundred years, Soren would find a way to woo this man to stay with him.
Pouring all those emotions into another kiss, Soren started to thrust in and out of Cillian’s tight channel that wrapped around him like a glove. There was a part of Soren’s brain that was still warning him it was too soon to make the decision to stay with Cillian, but he knew, deep in his soul, there was no other man for him. He just needed to convince Cillian of that.
Thoughts of the future faded. All Soren knew was that moment, as Cillian’s body wrapped around his, gave him the greatest pleasure Soren had ever known. Seconds later, Cillian fell apart in Soren’s arms.
Enraptured by the sight, Soren ignored his own needs to take in the beauty before him. Cillian’s head was thrown back, his mouth opened on a cry of bliss. His eyes were glassy as if he were in a different world altogether. Soren had done that. Him.
But the needs of his body finally won out as Cillian’s channel clamped down on him like a vise. His orgasm was practically yanked from his body. The sensation so intense, Soren wasn’t sure he’d survive the pleasure that coursed through his veins.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, as Soren didn’t have control over his body any longer, he collapsed on top of Cillian. If they had been in bed, he might have had the presence of mind to roll to the side, but the couch didn’t allow him that luxury. But Cillian didn’t seem to mind as his arms went around Soren, holding him even tighter.
When their breathing started to become more even and Soren was fairly certain he had the strength, he arranged them so he was behind Cillian, with his arms wrapped tightly around the man. Those brown eyes fluttered as if Cillian was having a difficult time staying awake.
It was no wonder after working the night shift with all that chaos, then dealing with the fact there was a stalker after him, that his lover would be exhausted. “Sleep, my love. I’ll keep you safe.”
But Cillian wouldn’t let him get away with those words. “I told you I don’t need you to protect me.”
“Sleep anyway, brat,” he crooned softly to lull Cillian to sleep. “No one will get to you here.”
He loved the way Cillian fought to stand up for himself and be independent. Soren hoped he never lost that aspect of himself. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to call him on the fact that he felt the need to always argue.
Pulling Cillian just a little bit closer, Soren let his own eyes close as he drifted off to sleep.
***
An hour later, Soren had woken up and knew, as much as he would prefer to remain home and hold Cillian as he slept, that wasn’t possible. He was supposed to be at work. He wasn’t going to stay at the station, but he had to at least check in.
Then he would need to go to the hospital and pick up whatever Shale and Jamal packed for Cillian as well as get something for them to eat. His stomach growled at the thought of food. Soren couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten.
He’d planned to have some of the food he’d brought in for the hospital workers but then he’d seen Cillian fearfully staring at a bouquet of flowers. Food had been the last thing on his mind since then, but apparently his stomach was ready to complain.
Since he didn’t spend much time at home, Soren didn’t keep much food in the house. He loved to cook, but work kept him away from that pleasure. Unsure what Cillian liked to eat Soren figured he would just pick up several different dishes at a few restaurants so Cillian could have whatever he wanted.
He was hoping as tired as Cillian was, he would sleep until Soren could get back. He hated leaving his Omega when he was in heat, but they both would need food and he was fairly certain Cillian would appreciate having his clothes once his heat was gone.
Gently, he moved from behind Cillian and stood up. Smiling as he stared down at the man he was already falling for, Soren desperately wanted to see Cillian in his bed. It was that thought that had him carefully lifting Cillian into his arms and carrying him up the stairs to his bedroom.
That might have been a mistake, for the moment Soren placed him there, he wanted nothing more than to climb into the bed and hold him close. But that just couldn’t happen. Tucking Cillian in, Soren went to the bathroom to clean up. The sooner he left, the sooner he could get back there to hold this man who somehow was becoming the center of his world.
CHAPTER 7
Stretching, Cillian smiled as he felt all those wonderful little aches that reminded him of just how good sex with Soren had been. Opening his eyes, Cillian blinked and looked around.
He wasn’t on the couch. He was on a bed, an enormous bed that probably wouldn’t even fit in his apartment bedroom. But in this room, it appeared… well, small. The dark blues of the room with accents of what looked like high-end wood furniture gave it a masculine feel, but never in a million years had Cillian ever thought a simple bedroom could be that large.
Not only was there a bed with two bedside tables, but a couch with a table in front of it, a chair to each side of the table and a loveseat that sat across from the couch. There was even a small round table with two chairs for eating near one of the many windows the room had.
Despite all the furniture, Cillian was sure he could easily fit everything he owned in the remaining space. He had no idea how anyone lived with so much room.
Disappointed that the spot next to him on the bed clearly hadn’t been used, Cillian tossed the covers aside and went to look for the bathroom, and hopefully some clothes. Relieved to find his clothes carefully laid out across a couch in the bathroom, because that was something everyone had in their bathroom, Cillian longingly looked at the deep jetted tub.
He would really love to soak in there to ease some of the muscles that were aching a little more than the others. But he figured a shower would have to do. He wasn’t sure how much time had gone by, but he was too hungry to take the time for a bath.
While he waited for the shower to heat up, he peed and washed his hands. He smiled when he noticed a new toothbrush with a tube of toothpaste next to the sink. After brushing his teeth, he was already starting to feel a little more like himself and stepped into the steaming hot shower.
Letting the water beat down on his sore muscles, Cillian felt the knots ease up. Good thing, because he hoped to have a lot more sex with Soren while he was going through his…
Cillian slapped his hand to the wall of the shower, hoping it would keep him from collapsing onto the floor. His legs trembled and his jaw dropped as the realization of what had happened washed over him.
His heat was over.
That should have been impossible. It always lasted three days. It had only been a few hours. That meant…
Pressing his free hand to his abdomen, Cillian heard himself say it out loud. “I’m pregnant.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Cillian wasn’t sure what the hell he was going to do. “This can’t be happening.”
“What can’t be happening?” A naked Soren said as he stepped into the shower and put his arms around Cillian’s waist.
But Cillian was too shaken to think twice about whirling around, jabbing his finger against Soren’s chest, while he glared up at the man. “You didn’t wear a condom, did you?”
Soren frowned at him. “No, but what does that…” The frown morphed into the biggest grin as those grey eyes practical
ly danced with joy.
Like Cillian’s abdomen was some sort of magnet, Soren’s hand instantly was there, almost cradling it. Unnerved, Cillian started to pull away, but Soren scooped him up in his arms and kissed him senseless. Literally, since all thought fled his mind, as if he weren’t scared shitless at learning he was most likely pregnant.
It was as if Soren sucked all his brain cells out of his head. Or maybe it was that he was so damn attracted to Soren that his dick took over at the feel of that hard, naked body against him, especially as their cocks slid together and Soren’s hands lowered so they could reach around to massage his ass cheeks.
If he had any thoughts other than to get Soren inside of him again, Cillian would have been mortified to find himself wiggling to encourage one of Soren’s fingers into his crack. When it did, Cillian let out a whimper of pure need that morphed into a moan of pleasure as Soren pressed that finger into his hole.
Now that he was no longer in heat, his body wasn’t already lubed, but that didn’t stop Soren. He reached up to a small ledge and grabbed the lube he had there. Just imagining Soren stroking himself off in the shower had Cillian thrusting his dick against the man’s hip for friction.
“I got you, brat,” Soren whispered in his ear before sinking his teeth into the fleshy lobe.
Cillian wasn’t sure he was thrilled with the nickname Soren had for him, but he wasn’t about to argue when he was going to get exactly what he wanted.
A sigh of relief, followed by another moan, slipped from his lips when two slick fingers entered him. Cillian hadn’t slept with many men, but even his limited experience paled in comparison to what Soren did to his body.
Every nerve was lit up as shocks of pleasure zipped along them in a cascade of sensual need that went straight to his cock. Each touch was like a caress to his dick. No. It was far more than just a caress, for his prick pulsed with yearning for this man. His hole quivered with hunger to have Soren’s thick cock filling him up.
“Please,” Cillian begged as he held on to those broad shoulders.