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“Yeah, makes sense,” Beau whispered. When Loriun straightened, he almost protested.
“Let me show you the rest of the home before I leave you to unpack.”
The main bedroom was just off the pool in the living room. It held a bed larger than Beau had ever seen and a bathroom with a tub big enough to raise an elephant seal to adulthood. The kitchen merged into the living room, and boasted shining granite countertops and color coordinated appliances.
“What’s upstairs?” Beau asked, craning his neck to peer up the staircase.
“Ah. There are… Well, you can explore the second floor for yourself.” Loriun’s expression held an odd combination of discomfort and longing. The Alpha smiled, seeming to push any other emotions below the surface. “Well. I’m very pleased to have finally met you Beau. I hope you will be comfortable here.”
Beau looked up at his red-haired Mer. “I think I will be.” He was surprised to find he was telling the truth. The beauty of the home, and the gentle way Loriun handled him… It gave him hope.
“Goodnight, then,” Loriun murmured. His turquoise eyes drifted toward Beau’s lips.
Conflict pinned Beau in place. On one hand, he was absolutely not ready for things to get physical. On the other, he wanted nothing more than to feel Loriun’s mouth on his.
Before he could decide what it was he wanted, the Mer was gone. Beau blew out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Now that the Alpha’s scent and pheromones werefading from the air, anxiety began to worm its way back into the pit of Beau’s stomach.
What was upstairs that Loriun hadn’t wanted to show him?
Beau placed a foot on the bottom step, peering up into the darkness. His hand searched the wall for a light switch. When light flooded the space, he could only see what looked like an ordinary set of stairs and a landing. The solid wood didn’t unleash a single creak as Beau made his way up.
He half expected to see a BDSM dungeon or a human-sized cage, but instead, he found himself looking at four doors. Each was slightly ajar, and moonlight crept through the cracks.
The first room seemed to be a guest bedroom, with little more than a neatly made bed and dresser. The second was, oddly enough, also a bedroom. Did the Mer often host visitors overnight?
Beau pushed the third door open and paused. It was a playroom. Colorful pictures of animals papered the walls, and a set of pastel shelves held a small library of books. There was a little kitchen set, and a large box filled to the brim with toys.
The sight put him on edge. It looked as though they were expecting him to start pumping out kids the moment he arrived. The feeling was only exacerbated when the fourth door revealed a pale yellow nursery. A rocking chair sat in one corner, while another was occupied by a pristine, white crib. Bees and flowers dangled from the little mobile hanging over it.
Beau shut the door with a snap.
Maybe all of this was just an act—letting him stay the night alone, and claiming to take things slowly. This house wasn’t set up for a new couple; it was ready for a family. Perhaps, when he’d been lulled into a false sense of security, he would become the walking womb he’d feared from the beginning.
Beau retreated downstairs and yanked his suitcase open. He fished out his medication bottle and tossed back the new dose of heat suppressant.
Chapter 8
Loriun
Loriun barely made it through his penthouse door before his cock burst free of his slit. He grunted as he fumbled with his stupid human clothes and freed himself from the confines of his pants. The Omega’s scent… That mouthwatering scent filled his bloodstream, redirecting it between his legs.
No Omega had ever affected him like this before. Sure, he’d paired up with casual partners and had his fun, but never had an Omega’s mere scent aroused him beyond rational thought. Beau hadn’t even touched him, yet his body ached for the Omega’s skin on his scales.
Loriun stumbled to the edge of the pool that dominated the majority of his apartment and dove in. His tail thrashed, twisting his body until he floated, face up in the water. His tapered length lay along his stomach, twitching in the warm air.
His mind was entirely filled with shifting images of Beau’s lips, his wide eyes, his silky, golden skin, his round, sumptuous ass… Loriun wrapped a hand around the thick base of his cock with a groan. If there was any part of him that protested against jerking off to a man he just met, it was not nearly loud enough for him to hear it.
Loriun slid his hand along his shaft, seawater sluicing across the sensitive skin. When he reached the pointed tip, he let out a quiet gasp. The bundle of nerves there sent a sharp wave of pleasure through his body. His fist formed a tight circle, and he couldn’t stop himself from imagining what Beau’s hole would feel like on his throbbing shaft.
Loriun threw back his head, sending little ripples through the pool. His hips jerked in tiny, desperate motions as he fucked his fist with nothing but the hypersensitive tip. Heat radiated from where he gripped himself, traveling down into the significantly wider base.
His motions grew stronger as he pounded deeper into his hand, until it made contact with his bucking hips. Loriun worked his base with his right hand, then reached up with the left. A moan fell from his lips. With each squeeze of his cockhead, a jolt of pleasure shot through him, amplified by the hand below.
Beau’s face swam to the forefront of his mind, but not the face Loriun had seen that evening. This Beau’s expression was slack with pleasure, perfect lips forming a small “o” as he took his Alpha’s cock. His tanned skin glistened with sweat, and his long legs were draped over Loriun’s shoulders. One of Beau’s elegant hands stroked his own length in time with each of his Alpha’s thrusts.
With that, Loriun strained against his grip and erupted across his body. Thick, hot foam bubbled along his stomach and chest before sliding off and into the water.
Loriun let his arms drop and he lay on the surface of the water, panting and surrounded by seafoam. Within seconds, his rational mind came flooding back, and he dove down to the bottom of the pool. A scale brush rested on a shelf along the side wall. Loriun seized it and began scrubbing away his crimes.
