Page 12 of Broken Ice
“I just—I just brought you here…and then you were throwing up and in pain and I just…I gave you my shirt.”
Beau looked at the shirt in his hands.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
“Oh, no. No, no, no.” This couldn’t be happening.
And now his cramps were announcing themselves again, a sharp pain through his gut.
“Please just kill me,” Beau implored.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Beau returned to his natural state—curled up in the foetal position on the bed.
“Is the scent not working anymore?” Torres asked.
“You hate my scent,” Beau complained.
A pause. “That’s not true.”
Beau lifted his head. “Don’t lie to me,” he hissed.
Torres approached the bed. “Can I…get in your nest?”
Beau’s stupid Omega brain drowned in shame at the state of said nest. Also, though— “What?”
“I think my scent lessens the symptoms of your condition.”
Beau scoffed, imitating him in a high-pitched voice. “I think my scent lessens the symptoms of your condition. You’re dumb and I hate you.”
“Okay.”
“You’re doing this to humiliate me.”
“No.”
“Oh, look at me, I’m a perfect-smelling Alpha. I guess I’ll lower myself to spend some time with this disgusting-smelling Omega in his disgustingly pathetic nest.”
“Beau—”
“Fine. Get in the stupid nest.”
There was a moment of hesitation in which Torres was probably bracing himself for the scent of him, but the Alpha finally climbed aboard the sinking ship that was Beau’s life.
Oh, man. Oh, boy. That shirt had beennothingcompared to this. Beau forgot what he’d been pissed about, scootching forwards and latching onto Torres.
“Oh, fuck.” Beau sighed, slotting his nose against Torres’s neck.
His head went blank. His body turned into a shiny puddle of goo floating in space. He extended his gooey limbs and wrapped around the shining star he’d encountered.
“Mm. Mmm. Mm.” Beau couldn’t stop making happy little noises.
Torres managed to unstiffen enough to hold Beau close, arms big and strong and warm.
“Mmmm.” He needed more.
