Page 17 of Broken Ice
“Yeah. Normally by this point, I’m contemplating jumping out of a window to put myself out of my misery.”
Emilio didn’t seem to find that particularly funny. “That’s fucked up.”
“Well.” Beau shrugged as if to say,What’chu gonna do?“I think my heat is over,” he realised, stunned.
“Yeah. Smells like.”
“Wow. The doctor was actually right about having an Alpha around.”
Emilio didn’t reply to that.
“Uh…areyouokay?” Beau asked, peering at him. Emilio was still naked, broad-chested and olive skinned, his cock at half-mast. Beau licked his lips. “You want a blowjob?”
Emilio choked on nothing. “What?”
“Do. You. Want. Me. To. Suck. Your. Dick?”
“You just went through the most horrifying heat I’ve ever seen.”
“I just went through the best heat I’ve had in the last four months. Seeing as they happen twice a month, that’s a lot of fucking awful heats.”
Emilio’s eyebrows scrunched up, the corners of his mouth turning down.
“Anyway—blowjob. Yes or no?”
Despite the concern on Emilio’s face, his dick was perking up.
Beau wiggled south, slotting himself between Emilio’s legs. “Yeah?”
“Jesus, I mean, sure, if you—oh, fuck.”
Beau let himself get lost in it. Took it slow, savouring it, how wide he had to open his jaw to fit it all in. He let it get sloppy, making the slide easier.
Emilio appeared to be losing his mind by the end of it, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other one a second away from ripping the bedsheet. He came with a low, elongated groan, spilling deep in Beau’s throat.
Beau lingered for a while, feeling Emilio go soft and sensitive before pulling away.
“Mmm, yeah. That’s the stuff.” Beau was hard again. He climbed onto Emilio, straddling his stomach. “Get your fingers in me. Three, come on.”
Emilio startled into action, thrusting in, his other hand on Beau’s hip.
“Yeah, stay there,” Beau said, grinding as he jerked himself off. He tilted his head back, knowing he had to look insanely obscene with his scent glands on display like that but not giving a fuck.
His body clenched as he came, spilling over his hand, hole squeezing Emilio’s fingers. He slumped forwards as the sparks of his orgasm faded away, tilting to the side, Emilio slipping out.
He closed his eyes. He was hungry and sticky and thirsty, but sleep was pulling at him, yanking him under.
“Hey,” Emilio said.
Beau blinked into awareness. “What?”
“You need to eat something. And drink something.”
“Mmhm. Okay.” Beau closed his eyes again.
He drifted, surfacing only when the front door snapped shut. He blinked around the empty room.
Had Emilio just…left?
