Page 70 of Overeager
He wasn’t snappish or demanding about it. He’d whine or keen sometimes when Noah wasn’t quick enough, but when Noah gave him what he needed … then Eli wouldmelt. It was gorgeous to see him like that, really. So sweet and trusting and grateful.
The classes and books hadn’t lied about the intensity of a heat either. It was the most grueling workout of Noah’s life, keeping Eli satisfied these past three days, his body barely fueled by the meager energy bars and spare fruit he was managing to get in.
And yet it was maybe the happiest Noah had ever been. To be needed like this, toprovidelike this … it was heady, the responsibility and the care it involved.
Noah had been needed before, obviously. As a helper to his parents, as the dependable older brother to all his younger siblings. But not like this. Not by someone who was his and his alone. Noah couldn’t even articulate why it was different—it just was. And it lifted something in him.
Home, his heart was telling him. This was home. This person, this nest, this bond.
Eli.
It was a well-known cliché, falling in love with someone during a heat or a rut. But that wasn’t what was happening here—Noah hadbeenfalling in love with Eli, almost from the first moment he’d met him. It was the reason he’d acted like such a dick when Eli had freaked out about Ash. It had been Noah’s gut reaction to the bone-deep fear that the person he loved was going to leave him.
He knew it had stressed Eli out to have his heat come early, but Noah was almost grateful. It had given them both a reason to get their heads out of their asses quickly. It had allowed Noah to be here now, with his partner, his boyfriend, his future mate.
The exhaustion may have been out of this world, but so was the satisfaction. They were safe and content in a cocoon that consisted of only them, no outside world or responsibilities involved.
Although, that would come, wouldn’t it? And soon.
Noah flexed his hand, the faint burn still running along his knuckles. They had things that needed to be dealt with when Eli was coherent again. That asshole Richard …
Noah wouldn’t think about it now though. If he did, the rage would seep into his pheromones, and then Eli would scent his distress. Noah needed to keep things calm and peaceful now. He needed to protect his mate while he was vulnerable.
When Eli’s heat receded and he finally came to fully, then Noah would wash them both, make Eli the biggest meal of his life, and make sure they sat down and talked it all over. They would plan for whatever came next, and they would do it together.
Part of Noah couldn’t wait, despite the complications they needed to manage. He was eager to get through this, eager to head toward the future where Eli was allowed to be his. The future where Eli could meet the other people in Noah’s life properly—his roommates, Ash, even his parents. The futurewhere Noah could walk through the world with Eli on his arm, proudly displaying this brilliant and kind mate he’d found. His bright and beautiful omega.
Eli shifted against him with a quiet exhale, the soft skin of his ass sliding along Noah’s pelvis. Noah had thought he’d already fallen asleep, but then Eli shifted again, the push of his hips clearly purposeful.
“You need more, baby?” Noah asked, keeping his voice soft.
He didn’t wait for an answer, just started rocking his hips again, rubbing his knot against Eli’s inner walls. Eli moaned, his eyes still shut tight. Noah trailed his hand down Eli’s belly to find his omega’s cock hard and standing at attention.
“Poor baby,” he soothed, rubbing his thumb along the swollen head. “You’re aching again, aren’t you?”
Eli’s reply was another moan, this one slightly plaintive, as if agreeing with Noah’s “poor baby” assessment.
Noah hiked up Eli’s thigh to get at a better angle, fucking him as best he could. He couldn’t thrust with any sort of leverage when they were locked together like this, but he could get a little movement, enough to get Eli where he needed to be. Noah started rutting against him, his hand stroking Eli’s cock as lightly as possible, aware that Eli’s skin was oversensitive right now.
And then Noah was the one moaning, a husky groan he couldn’t contain. The way Eli clenched around his knot …
Jesus, there was nothing like it in the world.
Eli tossed his head back against Noah’s shoulder, his dark hair damp with sweat, his neck arching like the world’s sweetest temptation. That rich lime scent filled the air, and Noah’s gums itched with the urge to bite down—to claim.
He wouldn’t do that though. He would never break this trust between them in such a stupid way. One day they’dbothagree to a bite—Noah was fucking sure of it—but it wasn’t today.
So he kissed Eli’s neck instead, laving at the salty skin there with his tongue afterward. “So sweet for me,” he crooned. “My beautiful omega. You feel so fucking good.”
Eli threw his hand back, his fingers digging into the meat of Noah’s ass, and Noah sped up his rocking. “That’s it, baby,” he urged as Eli panted and gasped. “Let go. Let it all go.”
Eli shuddered as he came, a weak spurt of ejaculate coating Noah’s fingers. His poor omega was drained and empty at this point. Noah should have been, too—without the heat pheromones saturating the air, he would have been—but as Eli’s inner muscles spasmed and clenched around him, Noah emptied another thick burst of cum, fucking it deep inside Eli.
Filling him with pups, if they were back in the old days, before heat-effective birth control.
Oh fuck.Noah groaned at the thought, moving his hand to cup Eli’s belly, swollen with Noah’s knot and cum. Noah didn’t want that in this life, but just for a moment, it was something to imagine, this belly of Eli’s swollen with Noah’s pups instead. Something about that thought pleased the primal, vicious part of Noah that lit up in delight every time Eli begged for his knot. His inner asshole alpha.
Noah wasn’t ruled by those urges—he could separate the reality from the fantasy—but he could admit they were a little bit fascinating, here in the hazy cloud of heat pheromones.
