Page 71 of Overeager
Eli’s hand landed over his, gripping Noah’s fingers tightly as the rest of his body relaxed fully, limp and sated in Noah’s arms. He made a soft sound of contentment, his cheeks and forehead flushed and sweaty. He looked so beautiful like this, his handsome face softening into sleep.
The break wouldn’t last long, not at the peak like this. He’d wake again as soon as Noah softened, no doubt needing him again immediately. Earlier in the heat, Noah had been able tosoothe him with his fingers and tongue in between bouts of knotting, but that wouldn’t work now.
It would be a long and arduous night as Noah’s body worked to respond to Eli’s demanding needs.
Noah tucked his head into Eli’s neck, letting his own eyes fall closed as he breathed in that perfect, citrus scent, rich and thick and sweet with heat. He let out his own sigh of exhausted contentment.
He’d rest now, sleep while he could. Until his omega needed him again.
20
Eli
Eli woke slowly, his skin wonderfully cool for the first time in forever. Cool and … sticky. Crusty? Not clean; that was for sure. By the feel of it, he was definitely covered in multiple layers of dried sweat and who knew what else.
He opened his eyes—his bedroom was dark and dim, but there was a little daylight coming in from under the door to the hallway. The air was thick with the rich, heady mix of sex, slick, and alpha cum.
Noah’s arm was wrapped firmly around him, his broad body spooning Eli’s back. They no doubt had been knotted together when they’d fallen asleep, but they were separated now.
Eli was empty for the first time in ages.
He twisted in small, careful movements until he was facing Noah. The alpha was deeply asleep, his wide mouth half-open, his blond hair the wildest nest of curls Eli had ever seen it. He had dark circles under his eyes, and Eli had to resist the urge to trace them with his finger.
Poor Noah. Eli must have really worn him out.
He flushed, biting at his lip. He remembered, of course. His heat hadn’t been a total blackout, just … fuzzy around the edges. But Eli remembered begging. Lots of begging. Begging for Noah’s touch, his kiss, his knot. Over and over and over again. He also remembered refusing food and water, only barely coaxed by Noah’s mouth or fingers or cock into taking care of himself even the slightest.
Well, Elihadwarned him.
Noah stirred, as if sensing the weight of Eli’s searching gaze, his thickly lashed eyes blinking open blearily. He immediately sat up, hovering over Eli. “Baby?” he asked, voice thick with sleep. “What’s— You ready for more?”
Eli wanted to tease him—Noah barely looked like he was capable of standing, let alone dicking Eli down one last time—but Noah seemed so sincerely worried that Eli smiled gently instead. “My heat broke,” he told him. “It’s over.”
“Oh.” Noah blinked some more, running a hand through his hair, only for it to get stuck halfway. He jerked his fingers out of the tangles with a wince, relaxing slowly back onto the blankets. “Oh, thank God.”
Eli’s lips twitched. “Was it that bad?”
Noah threw his bicep over his eyes with a tired laugh. “Are you kidding? It was amazing. Transcendent. Fuckingspiritual. I’m just drained, baby.” He lifted his arm to give Eli a sly look. “You took all my cum. Sucked it out of me like an incubus, every last bit. Past, present, and future.”
“Yourfuturecum, even?” Eli tried to look appropriately alarmed, but it was difficult to manage with the smile that wanted to escape.
Noah nodded somberly. “Mm-hmm. I’ll be shooting blanks for the next decade. If I even shoot anything at all.”
“Oh my.”
Noah uncovered his eyes with a much more robust laugh, the sound trailing off as he looked at Eli with fresh concern, his large hand reaching over to cup Eli’s hip tenderly. “How are you feeling? You must be hungry. Thirsty.” He sat back up with a groan. “I’ll go and—”
“Hey.Hey.” Eli ran a soothing hand over Noah’s arm, grateful when even that gentle touch was enough to stop him from getting out of the nest. Noah was clearly still in caretaker mode, and Eli needed to get him out of that headspace. He met his alpha’s eyes with a small smile. “You did such a good job taking care of me, sweetheart.”
Noah’s gaze softened immediately. “I did? You—you remember?”
“I do.” Eli swept his hand up Noah’s arm and over his shoulder, finally cupping his cheek. “And you were amazing. But you can relax now.”
Noah shook his head. “You’re still weak though. And—”
“You’re equally worn out,” Eli argued. At Noah’s stubborn look, he laughed. “Okay, how about this? We’ll take care of each other. Regain our strength together.”
Noah held out for a long moment, but he finally sighed, leaning his head into Eli’s touch. “Okay. Together, then.”
