Page 14 of Broken Ice
“You hated me an hour ago.”
“I didn’thateyou, don’t be so dramatic. And anyway, I don’t need to like someone to get dicked down by them.” Beau was filled with nothing but wisdom. Sometimes he amazed even himself.
Torres closed his eyes. He might have been praying. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“I mean, it’s cool if you don’t want to. It was just a suggestion.” Beau settled back on the bed.
Being rejected in the middle of his heat was so much fun. Truly, he should do this every time.
Torres settled too. They lay there, stiff and still.
Despite everything, Beau was definitely slicking up.
God, he thought.Why do you hate me? Me, one of your funniest and most entertaining creations?
Maybe if Beau ignored it, it would go away.
Nope, now he was getting hard. Maybe the debilitating cramps weren’t that bad. Sure, it felt like dying, but this made him want to jump off a building, so which one was more deadly, really?
And maybe it wouldn’t even be that good. Maybe Torres was shit in bed. He was probably one of those Alphas that just stuck it in during a heat. He wouldn’t put Beau on his belly and spread his cheeks, wouldn’t eat him out, slow and ruthless, until Beau wasbeggingfor his knot, so wet and ready that—
“Beau.”
“Huh?” He startled, checking himself—he hadn’t been licking or humping Torres, so at least there was that.
“Do you actually want me to fuck you?”
“I feel like I’ve reached my limit for embarrassing moments tonight. I’ve already asked. I don’t think I need to repeat myself, especially if you’ve already turned me down. Which is fine, but, like…you don’t need to rub it in.”
Torres shifted away enough to look him in the eye. “Normally, you get consentbeforea heat begins.”
“Because if this situation is one thing, it’s normal.”
“I just don’t want to inadvertently force you into anything.”
Beau closed his eyes, trying to siphon patience from the atmosphere. “Do you think you can get to where you see how condescending that is on your own, or do I seriously need to walk you there?”
“I’m not—okay. If we spend your heat together, you’re not going to regret it later?”
“I mean, it depends on how bad you are in bed. Maybe you can’t even make me come,” Beau pointed out.
Torres narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”
Torres crowded over him in one swift move, pressing Beau’s back against the mattress. “You want to find out?”
“Hit me with it, big guy.”
Beau didn’t know why he was surprised that the first thing Torres did was kiss him. It wasn’t even brutal. It was soft, careful, heating up in degrees.
Beau thought about complaining about it, but his mind wandered as Torres’s big hands parted Beau’s thighs so he could slot between them.
The world went a little hazy at the edges. He’d completely forgotten howgoodheats could feel, despite the fact that the only other one he’d shared hadn’t been that great.
The ones he’d spent alone prior to the suppressants? Hot as fuck. Beau was an expert in making himself come, and applied that skill masterfully.
“Torres,” Beau gasped as the Alpha pulled away.
