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The orgasm ripped through his body, clenching his hole around Loriun’s shaft. Cum filled the water between their bodies. As Beau rode the waves of indescribable pleasure, Loriun’s motions became faster, more urgent. He rutted into the Omega hard and fast until finally, he exploded.
Beau threw his head back at the sensation of hot seafoam being pumped into him. Loriun’s knot began to swell, offering Beau the kind of stretch no human could provide. He whimpered as his body fought to accommodate the knot.
“You’re so tight,” Loriun rasped, giving their bond an experimental tug. Beau cried out as a smaller climax shuddered through his body.
“Don’t—Every time you move I—” He paused as Loriun shifted them to the bench and another orgasm seized him. “—come,” he finished.
Loriun took the seat this time, his tail fanning out to the side. His lap formed a spot for Beau’s spent body to rest for as long as they remained knotted. For a moment, they sat in silence, trying to catch their breath without jostling the connection between them.
Loriun’s shoulder was cool and damp with seawater under Beau’s forehead. Finned arms held him tight to the Alpha’s body. The moment felt endless—a drop of peace disrupting the turmoil that was Beau’s life.
With each breath, he took in that beautiful scent of pine and relished the feeling of Loriun’s fins caressing his bare skin. One of his hands emerged from the water and skated up Beau’s arm, coming to rest on a strangely painful spot on his left shoulder. The Mer’s thumb brushed against it.
“Beau.” There was a tremor in his voice. “We’re mates.”
Chapter 15
Beau
Beau pushed himself away from the embrace, his palms flat against Loriun’s broad chest.
“What do you mean,mates?”
The crimson ring around Loriun’s pupils burned against the teal of his irises as his eyes dropped to Beau’s left shoulder. “Your shoulder.”
Beau reached up and brushed his fingertips along the aching spot where his shoulder met his neck. They came away bloody.
“What—” Then he saw it. Deep, wine-hued blood pooling and spilling down Loriun’s own shoulder, so dark it was almost black. “Oh my god… I bit you… and you…”
Loriun’s face twisted. “I’m so sorry Beau, I lost control and—”
“No,” Beau interrupted, pressing a hand over the wound on his shoulder. “It’s just as much my fault as it is yours. We were both…”
They were quiet for a while.
Mates. There was no undoing a mating mark. Beau had tied himself to a Mer—a literal alien—for the rest of his life.The pounding in his chest picked up speed, panic spiking his adrenaline. He scooped up a handful of salt water and splashed the mark on his shoulder. It stung, but the water cleansed his body of scarlet rivulets.
Loriun also appeared to be in a state of distress. Locked together as they were, there was little either of them could do but process what they’d done. Beau’s thoughts were a snarled mess, compounded by the hormones that still raged through his system. He tried to direct his focus on the physical sensations—the pleasure, the fullness, the insatiable desire for more… He’d deal with the repercussions of everything else later. For now, he locked the mating mark away in the back of his mind, and took the Mer’s sharp, angular face in his hands. He lifted Loriun’s eyes to meet his own.
“Let’s not think about it now,” he whispered.
Loriun’s eyes wavered. He slumped against the wall at his back. “How can I not think about it?”
Beau felt himself hardening against the Mer’s taut abdominal muscles. “I know of one way.”
∞∞∞
By the time the sun had risen and filled the home with light, Beau and Loriun were little more than puddles. They’d managed to sleep a few hours between rounds of vigorous sex and several fruitless showers. Beau had never been so full of cum in his life.
“Clinic should be opening now,” Loriun mumbled. He was lying on his face, still in full Mer form with that long, blade-like tail draped across the mattress. “I should call them. Your heat suppressants are clearly defective.” Then he sat boltupright. “Beau, if your suppressants aren’t working, it is possible that the birth control component is also not functioning.”
Mustering the last of his strength, Beau waved his concerns away. “Doubt it. It’s a separate chemical. And one bad pill isn’t going to get me knocked up.”
The last thing he needed was another life-altering mistake.
As Loriun collapsed back against the bed, Beau reached for the packet of papers he’d received yesterday. One of the brochures on Omega health might have some explanation, and if he could avoid the doctor, he’d be a happy man. Despite Dr. Enas’s kindness, Beau still experienced full body shudders whenever he heard the word “clinic.”
He squinted at the spread of booklets and flyers, scanning the titles with one eye.
