Page 28 of Where the Current Takes Him
“What are your symptoms?” Loriun’s voice was strained. He stayed in the doorway, one hand clutching at the doorframe.
“Fever, chills, and…” Beau couldn’t make himself say the main problem at hand.
“I do not believe you are ill, Beau.” Wood splintered as Loriun’s claws penetrated the doorframe. “You are in heat. Should I take you to Dr. Enas?”
Beau shook his head.
“What do you need?” The Alpha looked as though he was in physical pain. “I can… bring some emergency medication.”
“I need…” Beau said hoarsely. He knew what he needed, but could he say it? “I… Fuck, I need you, Loriun.”
A low, animalistic sound left Loriun’s throat. “Beau, I cannot come near you right now.”
“Please,” Beau moaned. He writhed beneath the sheets, searching out any stimulation that might ease the aching. “I just… I can’t think about anything else. I need your cock.”
Loriun’s crystalline eyes met Beau’s. “You’re… not in your right mind. I shouldn’t—”
Beau pushed himself to his hands and knees, crawling for the edge of the bed. “I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me, Loriun. I’m begging you.”
If there was any shame left in Beau’s body, it was burned away by the hungry look in his Alpha’s eyes. One tiny push, and he would snap. Beau could think of nothing better.
“I want you,” he whispered.
Loriun’s face shifted from tense to completely feral. With a growl, he launched himself into the room and flipped Beau onto his back.
He leaned back, eyes searing a path down Beau’s naked form. “You’re beautiful, Beau. Look at you.”
“Your clothes,” Beau started, but Loriun was already in motion. His webbed fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, and he hurled it into the corner.
“The rest, too.” Beau’s gaze slashed down the Mer’s body.
Loriun grinned down at him, revealing a fragment of what lay beyond his calm, collected exterior. “You’re quite demanding, aren’t you?”
Beau yelped as Loriun’s fingers dug into his thighs, yanking his whole body lower on the bed. The bulge in the Mer’s slacks pressed against Beau’s hole. He moaned, trying fruitlessly to bear down on it. Loriun leaned over him, scarlet fins flared and pupils blown.
“I have been waiting to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you at the Sea Glass.” Loriun’s cool lips trailed along Beau’s chest, pausing to flick his nipples with his tongue.
Beau arched his back into the touch, craving more.
Loriun continued his way down, kissing, tasting, and nipping the overheated skin of Beau’s stomach. He paused when he reached the swollen head that rested below Beau’s navel.
Beau moaned, pushing his hips up.
The Alpha flashed a wicked smile before sliding his lips over Beau’s tip.
“Fuck.”
Red hair flowed over Beau’s hips as Loriun’s head bobbed up and down. Beau met his lips in a steady rhythm, panting and whimpering as he neared the edge. Just as he was about to spill over, Loriun’s lips slipped off and pressed a kiss to each hip bone.
“God, Loriun—”
“Patience,luae.”
A gentle, searching finger stroked Beau’s hole. His eyes rolled back in his head at the touch.
“Gaish ausye,”Loriun swore softly. “You’re so wet.”
Beau brought his own arm to his mouth and bit down as Loriun pushed inside. It wasn’t enough—not nearly enough.
