Page 72 of Fresh Ice
Levy shuddered. “Fuck, don’t say my name like that, or we’ll never move out of here.”
Alonso made a pleased sound. That was the opposite of a deterrent. “Levy.” He sighed again.
Levy fit his teeth to Alonso’s shoulder for an instant and then untangled himself, leaving Alonso reeling.
“Unfair,” Alonso complained. He could feel himself pouting but was unable to stop.
Levy shot him a grin. “Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”
Alonso huffed and burrowed himself in their nest. The heat wasclose.
Alonso thought about protesting when Levy returned to drag him to the bathroom, but a bath reallydidsound good. He got up on wobbly knees, accepting Levy’s help.
Alonso’s eyebrows shot up as he took in the bathroom. There werecandles. And the water wasturquoise.
Levy jumped in before Alonso could react. “So, the lady at the shop told me that low lights are better, and the bath bomb has some sort of salt or something. I just thought it’d be nice…” he trailed off uncertainly.
Alonso turned to him slowly. A deep, warm feeling reared up in him, filling his lungs, his throat. “It looks nice,” was all that came out.
Levy seemed relieved. “Cool.”
There was something innately embarrassing about being undressed for anything other than sex, but Alonso let Levy help him, blushing as his underwear came off wet with slick.
He always overproduced during heat, another symptom of his wacky hormones.
Alonso didn’t have much time to be embarrassed about it, finding himself in the water a moment later, leaning back-to-chest against Levy.
“Oh,” Alonso groaned. “Thatdoesfeel good.”
“Yeah?” Levy said, sounding pleased.
“Best Alpha,” Alonso mumbled, smiling as Levy jerked, arms tightening around him.
“Olive…”
Alonso made an innocent, inquiring noise, but Levy didn’t say anything else, placing a kiss at the curve of Alonso’s ear.
It was easy to drift in that space. Hot water and salts did their job to lessen his body’s aches as Levy held him, peppering him with kisses.
As pleasant as it was, though, there was a need stirring deep in his gut, rousing him from his trance. “Levy…”
“Yeah? Shit, I can smell it.” For a second, Levy’s teeth dug into Alonso’s skin. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“No,” Alonso whined. It was crashing over him, as vicious and sudden as it always did.
He reached past his hard dick and to his hole, sinking two fingers in at once and revelling in the relief of it, even if it barely lasted.
“Levy, please,” Alonso begged.
“Baby, I promise I’ll do whatever you want, we just have to—oh, shit.” Levy cut himself off as Alonso grabbed his hand and plunged three of Levy’s fingers inside himself.
“Yeah,” Alonso babbled, using Levy’s hand to fuck himself. He didn’t know why, but it was just better when it was Levy.
He was so close. He just—he didn’t know what he needed. Not even pumping his dick did the trick.
“Levy,” he moaned, pained this time.
“I’m here. Baby, I’m here. What do you need?”
