Page 84 of Broken Ice
Beau laughed. He was going to have to get Pavel’s side of the story. Hopefully there were pictures.
“And then last year you just…stopped smelling like anything. It fucked with me so bad Pavel had to ask around until he got the info that Johnson was putting you on suppressants, and I…”
Beau cupped Emilio’s cheek, pulling him away so he could look him in the eye. “You were worried?”
“Yeah, Beau. I was fucking worried. My sister’s an Omega, you know, and I might have…mentioned you or whatever, and she said that there weren’t many medications that blocked scent glands if you get on them so many years after presenting, and the ones that were out there were supposed to be used in emergencies. And I couldn’t fucking do anything because you hated me, so.”
“I didn’thateyou. And I’m not convinced you likedme, either. You just liked my scent,” Beau pointed out.
“No—I didn’t like how out of control you made me feel. But everything else…” He snorted. “You were such a fucking brat, such a fucking pest, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Beau snorted in disbelief. “We have had wildly different experiences of the same events. When I was traded here, I honestly thought you’d chase me out the first chance you got.”
“Beau, I wanted to drag you home, put you on my couch with Bingo on top of you, feed you until you couldn’t move, and never let you go. So.” Emilio’s cheeks were dusted pink, but his eyes were unapologetic.
“Idodeserve more Bingo cuddles,” Beau mused.
Emilio huffed in amusement. “I think we might have scarred him from last time.”
“He didn’t see that! Your dumb pheromones scared him away. He’s an innocent, don’t you dare imply otherwise.”
“Oh, my pheromones are dumb now?”
“Sodumb. So…mmh…” Beau trailed off as Emilio sucked on his scent gland. “I think you should fuck me now.”
Emilio laughed into his skin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Get the fuck inside me, come on.”
Emilio pulled away, grabbing Beau’s thighs and splitting him open. Even after all they’d done, the rough way Emilio hitched him up and stared at his hole had him flushing.
Beau could feel slick dripping onto the bed, but Emilio leaned in and spit right between his legs.
Beau jolted, a gasp ripped out of him. “Oh, my God.”
“You’re gonna be fucking covered in me after I’m done with you,” Emilio promised, voice low and sure.
Beau shuddered, toes curling from the force of it, dick dribbling onto his abdomen.
Emilio palmed his own dick and then slid the head across Beau’s hole like he had all the time in the world. Beau tried to complain, but the words died in his throat as Emilio pushed in slightly.
“How about I fuck you just like this, just the tip, and knot all over you? Everyone will be able to smell it on you for the next fucking week.”
Beau made an incomprehensible, garbled noise.
“But you need it inside you too bad, huh?”
Emilio rocked in and out of him shallowly, teasing him with the first two inches of his dick but never going further.
Beau smacked the bed, writhing to get more of Emilio inside him, but stilled when a hand wrapped around his throat.
It wasn’t menacing, wasn’t tight. Instead, Emilio pressed his thumb into Beau’s scent gland, rubbing it in teasing circles.
Beau arched with a broken little, “Ah.” The two sensations tangled together, splitting his attention even as it still wasn’t enough.
“Emilio,” Beau pleaded.
Emilio didn’t respond, giving Beau just enough to tease but not nearly enough to feel full. He tried to be good, to take it, but it just wasn’t in his nature to sit patiently and wait.
