Page 88 of Broken Ice
“Yeah?” He walked over to Emilio, winding his arms around his middle, cheek resting between his shoulder blades. “You know I’m a big boy, right? If something bothers me, I’ll take care of it.”
Emilio sighed and turned in Beau’s arms. “I just…those motherfuckers…”
Beau laughed. “I know. But fuck ’em.” He pushed Emilio against a counter suddenly, gratified at the surprise there. “I’m just as fucking strong as you, Em. As much as I love watching you pummel some idiot, I’ll take care of that myself.”
He cut off Emilio’s response, leaning in and biting his lip. Emilio responded at once, big hands on Beau’s hips, but Beau didn’t let him shift their position. He pressed in, taking Emilio’s mouth in a rough kiss, letting out all the pent-up frustration from the game.
Beau couldn’t help but moan as their tongues swiped at each other, way messier than he normally went for.
There was something feral in it. Competitive, a hunting spirit to fell, to bite, to take. Beau shuddered as Emilio got his calloused hands under his clothes. The warmth of his skin seared. He struggled to breathe through his nose, thoughts spinning as Emilio turned and caged Beau by the fridge.
Beau slotted his thigh between Emilio’s, yanking him closer.
“Fuck,” Emilio cursed. The roughness of his voice made Beau’s knees shake.
Emilio shoved in, hard cock obvious through his pants. The feel of it had Beau desperate, hands pulling at Emilio’s clothes.
They stumbled to the bed through the kitchen, the living room, adrenaline pumping as they got to the bedroom. Beau’s blood was singing the same way it had the day Emilio had chased him through the apartment, the instinct to prove himself a worthy mate rising, feral and hungry, within him.
They made it to the bed, Beau landing first, letting out a burst of air as his body was crushed by Emilio’s.
“Fucking…take your clothes off,” Beau ordered.
Emilio disregarded the instruction, pulling at Beau’s instead and getting him naked.
“I saidyourclothes,” Beau protested even as he stretched on the mattress, luxuriating in the feel of Emilio’s eyes on him.
He jerked off slowly, smug as Emilio’s dark eyes caught on the movement. Emilio lurched forwards, but Beau lifted his knee, hitting his chest and stopping him.
Emilio paused, mouth gaping. “Really?”
“What?” Beau drawled. He tilted his head, baring his neck, making sure to twist his palm so it rubbed against the head of his cock. Made a show of it. “Do you want something?”
Emilio sat back. His eyes took Beau in as though he were eating him up. “This my punishment or something? ’Cause that fucker deserved it. I’m gonna try and keep my cool, but—”
“How about this is my reward for putting up with you today, huh?” Beau teased. “I smell like your come, Em. People are gonna notice. They’re gonna comment. And you know what? I don’t even care.”
Beau let his hand slip down, plunging a finger inside himself, parting his knees obscenely so Emilio could watch.
“God,” Beau muttered, getting caught up in his own game.
“You’re seriously not gonna let me—” Emilio cut himself off with a desperate sound.
Beau pushed another finger in, letting himself make noise about it. Emilio twitched as though he’d been hit, attention riveted. Beau felt the power of it in his blood.
This was his Alpha staring at him. Wanting him. Beau didn’t have to guess about whether he’d get to keep this.
Emilio looked as if he’d never wanted anything more.
Beau took his time in a way he normally didn’t. This wouldn’t even be fun if he were alone—the movement hurt his wrist quickly, and the angle was useless.
In front of Emilio, though? He was so turned-on he could barely stand it. He couldfeelthe tension building, at the brink of turning kinetic.
He was at three fingers in, barely able to touch his dick, when his resolve began to crumble. Sweat coated his neck, hipsmoving with a deep, blue tide, little sounds leaving his lungs every time he breathed.
“Beau—” Emilio said, sounding so wrecked it undid him.
“Yeah, please—take your fucking clothes off. Take your fucking clothes off.” He was babbling, thighs shaking, he tried turning onto his belly but Emilio grabbed him harshly.
