Page 67 of Overeager
Eli’s doorbell rang.
“Ignore it,” Eli pleaded. He raised his hips invitingly. “Need you, Alpha.”
Noah cursed, stepping toward Eli.
But the doorbell rang again. And again.
“What the fuck? Can’t they scent the heat pheromones?” Noah grabbed the spare robe from the back of Eli’s bedroom door, throwing it on with jagged movements. “I’m so sorry, baby.I’ll get rid of them so fast. I’ll be right fucking back. Don’t—” He waved his hands. “Just stay right like that.”
Eli whimpered in protest, but he wasn’t so far gone that he didn’t know this had to be dealt with; otherwise, it would be a distraction he wouldn’t be able to tolerate. Things were supposed to be calm and peaceful and quiet in his nest. He even had a “Do not disturb” sign for these occasions, but he’d forgotten to put it up.
As Noah left the room, Eli rested his head on his forearms with a whimper, his ass in the air and slick coating his thighs, waiting for his alpha to return.
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Eli was left waiting longer than he should have been for Noah to come back.
Long enough that Eli’s head grew a little fuzzy again, trying to remember why his alpha wasn’t there. Why Eli was waiting in his nest alone.
Had he not made the nest inviting enough? Was it not good enough for his alpha?
Eli straightened onto his knees and peered around his nest. It smelled good—smelledright—but there could be improvements. He rearranged a few errant items while Noah did whatever he was doing, weaving their scents back together in a way that no alpha should be able to resist.
Eli was vaguely aware of the sound of raised voices, and then Noah yelling fiercely—which made Eli’s belly cramp in a not nice way—and then the front door slamming. Maybe Eli should be concerned? But it was hard to grasp onto, the feeling flickering out of his grasp in the next moment. That was alloutsidethe neststuff. All Eli could focus on was Noah coming backinsidethe nest. Eli needed him here. Right here. Needed Noah inside him.
He pressed a hand to his lower belly, and it twisted painfully, as if in confirmation.
And then Noah did come back into the room, looking flustered and smelling faintly of cigarettes on top of his own distressed pheromones. “I’m sorry. That was—”
Eli whined, wrinkling his nose and holding out a hand to keep Noah from entering the nest. Eli needed him here, definitely, but he needed him smelling … not like that.
“Right,” Noah muttered. “Later. We’ll deal with all of it later.” He took a few deep breaths, and his scent slowly lost its harsh edge, blooming back into the salty, rich deliciousness Eli was craving. It grew thick enough that it covered the gross tobacco scent as well. No more cigarettes.
Maybe Eli had imagined it all?
Noah’s eyes softened as he stared at Eli. “You look so beautiful, baby. Your nest looks amazing.”
Words. Too many words. Eli didn’t have it in him to perch prettily and look coy anymore. He knelt back on his elbows and spread his legs instead, his urgency growing with every passing second. “I need—”
Noah’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his pupils blown wide. He shrugged off the robe he’d thrown on before. “I know. I’m sorry I’ve made you wait. Do you want to—would you like to present for me again?” He asked the question in a tone that made it sound like it might be whathewould like, his hands clenching at his sides. His knuckles were bruised. Strange.
But Eli didn’t need to be asked twice. He whirled around, chest down, ass up. He heard Noah lower onto his knees in the nest, shuffling in behind him. He whined as Noah’s warm hand landed on his hips, stroking the skin there.
“Look at you,” Noah whispered, hushed and reverent. There was the squelching sound of him stroking himself, and Eli bit back another whine at the thought. “So ready for me.”
“Yes,” Eli moaned, his belly cramping again. “So ready.”
Noah’s hand trailed down Eli’s inner thigh, swirling in the mess of slick coating Eli’s skin. “God, I want to eat you out so bad. Lick up all this slick.”
Eli growled in protest.No. No tongues. No fingers. Only Noah’s cock. His knot.
“I know, baby,” Noah soothed, spreading Eli’s cheek with his thumb, baring Eli’s hole to the cool air of the room. “I know. Another time. Let’s fill you up, huh? Stop you hurting.”
He didn’t tease after that, the stroking sounds petering out as he lined up right where Eli wanted him.
Eli keened as the fat, blunt head of Noah’s cock finally slipped into his soaking hole. Yes.Yes.This was it. He was finally going to get filled the way he was supposed to. The way he needed. He canted his hips higher, pushing back, forcing more of Noah’s cock inside. The cramping in his belly eased with each hard-earned inch.
