Page 38 of Broken Ice
“Please,” Beau sobbed. “Please, please, please.”
It was so much—the fullness, the head of Emilio’s cock slamming into him—but he needed more.
Emilio let out a loud, guttural shout, and Beau felt his knot growing, catching on his rim a few times before it got too big.
Beau screamed from deep within his throat, muffling the sound against the mattress. It felt too fucking good, prostate pressed into more and more and more.
Beau came like a dam breaking. The pleasure poured through his body with a force that was almost violent, toes cramping from how hard they were curled, breath locked in his lungs.
Even in the midst of it, he felt Emilio tumble over the peak, the Alpha doubling over him, hand sliding against skin to feel Beau’s swelling abdomen as come filled him up.
It was so hot Beau could barely take it. He wasclaimed. If he weren’t on birth control, it would take, stuffing him with Emilio’s pups, tying them together forever.
They collapsed on their sides, both their bodies still shivering with the aftereffects, Emilio groaning every once in a while as another orgasm hit him, cock still pumping into Beau.
Beau had never felt so sated. There was a happiness that only existed on the ice—when he was most himself, most in tune with his body.
This, though—this was the best he’d ever felt on dry land.
Floating in Emilio’s scent, anchored by Emilio’s arms, he felt at peace.
CHAPTER SIX
Beau surfaced from his doze with a questioning hum as Emilio shifted behind him.
“Gonna clean you up, okay?” Emilio murmured.
Beau blinked at him sleepily. “Mm’kay.”
“And gonna bring you some food.”
“I have some water and granola bars under the bed in the green bag.”
Emilio didn’t reply, hopping over the nest’s edge rather funnily, dick swinging between his legs.
Beau snickered, burrowing into the Emilio-smelling material that surrounded him.Sucha nice scent.
Emilio returned with supplies. Beau huffed as Emilio tried to do the cleaning up, though, batting his hand away.
“Sleepy,” Beau protested.
“Babe, you’re gonna feel uncomfortable later,” Emilio said.
Beau opened one eye, peering at Emilio’s genuinely stressed expression.
“Okay.” Beau rolled belly-up, letting himself be wiped down with slow movements. Emilio’s hands were achingly gentle as he moved Beau, as though he were handling something fragile.
Something precious.
Emilio climbed onto the bed when he was done, manoeuvring them so that his back was resting on the headboard, Beau leaning on him sideways.
Beau accepted the bottle of water—cold from the fridge—drinking from it as he peered curiously at the Tupperware box Emilio was holding.
Emilio peeled the lid open and set it aside. “I washed my hands,” he assured as he picked up what turned out to be a piece of fruit. Strawberry, to be precise.
“Oh, yum,” Beau said. He hadn’t even known it, but nothing sounded better than some fresh fruit.
He opened his mouth obediently, humming in delight as he chewed, tart sweetness filling his mouth.
