Page 94 of Broken Ice
“You’re safe,” Emilio grunted. “You’re safe. You’re here.”
Beau purred in reply. He lay on his back, eyes closed and hands stroking Emilio’s hair as the Alpha scented him thoroughly, every nook and cranny of Beau’s body covered in a thick coat ofrut.
Emilio’s pupils were blown by the time he was finished, pressing his lips to Beau’s jaw. “Mine,” he growled, gripping Beau’s hips.
Beau was already hard—it was difficult not to be, with Emilio smelling the way he did—but it’d been distant, a simmering pleasure.
That word, though, huffed into his ear like that, with Emilio’s big body over him, made the heat in Beau’s gut spike suddenly.
“Yeah,” Beau murmured, mind going hazy with the pheromones in the air, with the want coursing through him. “You’ve got me. Safe in your territory, huh? Such a good Alpha.”
A deep and sudden rumble burst from Emilio, trembling over Beau’s body.
They had agreed that they’d mate during Emilio’s rut. And, sure, they’d thought that would be a month from now, but it didn’t make a difference.
They belonged to each other. Their bodies knew it—Emilio’s had knocked him into a rut for letting his Omega leave his sight unclaimed. Beau himself was salivating to get his teeth in Emilio’s neck—to mark him once and for all.
“You gonna seal the deal, Emilio?” Beau goaded. He was dripping wet, body aching to be filled.
Emilio pulled away, searing Beau with his black gaze, teeth glinting in the morning light. He was an animal scenting blood, but he wasn’t feral—there was power and control coiled in his muscles, in the expression on his face.
His big hands dug into Beau’s bare thighs. “Yeah?” Emilio checked in, voice rough.
“Yeah.” The bonding wouldn’t happen right then—that was something reserved for the end of the rut, but the notion hung in a bright fog over them.
They were days away from being mates.
Emilio softened with the knowledge. The strain around his eyes disappeared, his fingers loosening slightly.
“Yeah,” he repeated. “Yeah. Yeah.”
Emilio buried his fingers in Beau’s hair, tilting his face for a kiss. Beau opened up right away, bones melting into the mattress, overtaken by the gentle ferocity in Emilio’s scent, the way it was eager to claim him. He could feel the want in the air like a living, pulsing thing.
“Alpha.” Beau sighed.My Alpha, he meant, and Emilio must have understood him because the press of his mouth got more insistent, tongues sweeping together, what was tender turning dirty and deep.
Emilio trailed his mouth south, nipping at Beau’s jaw, panting hot and humid over his neck. “Here,” he growled, setting his teeth on Beau’s mating glad.
Beau shuddered hard, so wet the sheets were soaked beneath him.
Emilio moved on, digging into his chest, lapping at his nipples, his ribs. He left marks everywhere—Beau couldn’t see them, head tilted back and mouth open, but he could feel them bloom like they were leaving traces of blood in the air.
Beau twitched as Emilio grabbed the underside of his thighs roughly, splitting him open, latching onto the thin skin there.
“Oh.” Beau had to grab his Alpha’s shoulders as Emilio left bites there, sucking on each spot, leaving mark after mark after mark.
Beau lost track of time. He was throbbing at his core, empty.
“I can smell it on you,” Emilio growled.
He didn’t give Beau a chance to reply, finally putting his lips on Beau’s hole.
Beau cried out loudly, body arching. He was sensitive from the wait, nerves sparking. Emilio let out a muffled groan as he licked up the slick, sucking it into his mouth—Beau could feel everything, hole fluttering, feet scrabbling on the sheets.
“Please,” Beau begged, not knowing what for, but Emilio read his mind, his body. He plunged two thick, long fingers in.
Beau’s eyes rolled in his head. He yanked at Emilio’s hair without meaning to, shoving against Emilio’s mouth, his hand.
Emilio let out a low, encouraging growl, clawing at his ass, his hips.
