Page 16 of Broken Ice
“Move,” Beau ordered.
Emilio moved.
He didn’t have to go hard and fast—the sheer width of his dick was making Beau’s eyes roll in his head. He patted the mattress blindly until he found one of Emilio’s hands and then yanked it towards his face, sticking two of his fingers into his mouth and sucking.
“Jesus Christ.” Emilio’s hips snapped forwards, getting him deep, and Beau lost his mind.
Even with the fingers pressing against his tongue, Beau was babbling, some incomprehensible litany of ‘yeahs’ that tangledtogether into one noise. He pushed on Emilio’s hand so that he was gagging, as full as he could possibly get.
He grabbed his thighs and stretched them back, hooking his knees over Emilio’s shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” Emilio rumbled. “I’m gonna—my knot—”
Beau let out and elongated “Mmmm,” sound.
“Like this,” Emilio said, slipping out only long enough to get them on their sides, Emilio spooning him from behind and sinking in.
Beau used both his hands to keep Emilio’s fingers in his mouth, sucking dazedly as he got fucked senseless. It only took a few more thrusts for Emilio’s knot to begin swelling, so fucking big, it was as if Emilio were filling a space Beau hadn’t even known he had.
They came at the same time. Beau had never had that happen during sex before, although he’d heard it happened to mated pairs.
Not that he and Emilio were mated. Obviously.
He trembled with the rush of pleasure, letting it take over as Emilio got larger and larger, finally locking in place just as Beau worried he couldn’t take any more.
Beau didn’t stop clenching, wanting to feel it. Emilio shuddered and moaned every time, wrapping Beau up in his arms and squeezing.
Exhaustion hit him eventually, though, and they settled in place, tied and sated.
“I’mma go to sleep now,” Beau slurred.
“Okay. Good idea.”
“Stay?”
“Yeah. I’ll be here.”
With that, Beau closed his eyes and fell unconscious.
CHAPTER THREE
Opening his eyes to find himself covered in slick and come while spread-eagled over his ex-nemesis was not the most dignified way Beau had ever woken up.
“Guh?” His mouth tasted stale as fuck, body almost crunchy with dried fluids.
“Hey,” the body underneath him said.
Beau squinted. Only the lights by the bed were on, the sky dark outside. “What time is it?”
Emilio reached for something on the bedside table. “Eleven. At night.”
“Jesus. How long did I sleep?”
“Like four hours.”
“Holy fuck.” That had been the longest he’d slept during a heat since this whole fiasco had started.
“You feeling okay?”
