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He forced himself to turn and retreat to his car, wincing as his tip nudged its way free. Was it normal for unmated human Omegas to be this potent? If so, he wasn’t sure how he’d survive taking things slow with Beau.
Loriun drove with the windows rolled down, hoping the powerful winds might ease the physical reaction he was suffering. It worked, until he came to a stop in his parking space. Beau’s delicious scent clung to the passenger seat, tormenting Loriun’s senses. Unable to stop himself, Loriun leaned across the center console and inhaled. A shudder of want coursed through him.
His fingers twitched. He’d have to give himself some relief if he wanted to face Beau again at dinner.
Chapter 12
Beau
The moment Loriun left, Beau collapsed into the nearest chair, gulping down oxygen as if he’d been drowning. The energy thrummed through his entire nervous system, and the pheromones that still lingered in the air channeled all his blood to his cock.
Beau groaned and tried to focus on how the Miami humidity left sweat clinging to his skin. How overheated and disgusting he felt. But even after a few minutes of effort, the tent his pants had pitched remained steadfast.
He hauled himself to his feet, beelining for the bathroom attached to the main bedroom. A cold shower, then. As tepid water rushed out onto the ceramic tiles, Beau peeled his clothes from his body.
Why was he sohot?
He cranked the cold water handle, sighing in relief as the icy stream hit. He imagined his skin sizzling and vaporizing each rivulet rolling down his body. If he wasn’t on heat suppressants, Beau would have thought this was the onset of a heat. But that was impossible. Some kind of island fever? Swamp fever? Nowthat he thought about it, were the Mer immune to mosquitos? Malaria didn’t exist in Florida, right?
Beau’s body was operating on an entirely different wavelength from his brain. His cock continued to throb insistently, disregarding the hostile temperatures of the shower. It felt so wildly inappropriate to rub one out to the scent of a man he literally just met yesterday.
Yet, after several more minutes of feeling himself grow harder and harder, Beau was left with no choice. His lips thinned, humiliation tinging his thoughts as he wrapped a hand around his length. Even that small bit of pressure coaxed a moan from his lips.
Any concerns that had been camping out in his mind were instantly eradicated. All he could think about was chasing the release his body desperately demanded, and the scent of tarpine musk.
Beau braced himself against the shower with his free hand, the other working his aching cock. As the waves of tension built, another sensation began to grow. He felt empty, unfilled. He cursed his past self for leaving his collection of toys behind. The thought of showing up to a new home, with a new partner, packing a suitcase full of dildos just felt like it would make the wrong impression.
Now, of course, he realized his error.
Beau gritted his teeth, hoping his hand alone could take the edge off, but it was as though he’d hit a wall. Hissing in frustration, Beau cut the water to the shower and stalked into the bedroom, dripping water across the beige tiles.
This house was fully furnished and stocked for an Alpha and Omega couple, so maybe…
Beau took a moment to flick the ceiling fan on, letting the breeze cool his flushed skin. He then turned his attention to thebeechwood dresser that stood opposite his bed. He ripped open drawer after drawer until—
Yes!
His cock gave a victorious pulse as Beau seized a Mer-shaped dildo from the drawer. It was bigger than anything he’d had in his personal collection—tapered at the tip and wide at the base. His throat emitted a little whine against his will. It was only then that Beau noticed he was not only dripping from his shower—slick trickled down his thighs and puddled on the floor.
Beau scrambled to the bed, whacking pillows away from the headboard. As he suspected, the headboard’s surface was perfectly suited to the suction cup at the base of the toy.
He positioned himself on hands and knees, then gripped himself with a groan. His fist began to pump once again as he sank back onto the thick Mer cock. His breaths turned to needy panting as he fucked himself on the dildo, hand moving in sync. It took less than a minute for his climax to take hold. He cried out as cum shot across his hand and over the bedding below.
Beau’s legs gave out and he collapsed to the mattress, gasping for air.
What the fuck was that?
Whatever sex-crazed demon had just possessed him, it was stronger than any arousal he’d ever felt before. Was this just what happened to Omegas when they were exposed to Alpha pheromones for a prolonged period of time?
As he lay there, much to his horror, Beau felt his dick twitch.
No. No way.
Slowly, he began to stiffen once again. His blood felt hot as the feverish need to be filled crept back in. This time, he was wholly unable to fight it off.
Chapter 13
Loriun
