Текст книги "Heat for sale"

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Heath tilted his head and examined the photos of Adrien, wondering what the boy looked like when he smiled. The resemblance was too great and the timing much too uncanny. Quick calculations told Heath that Nathan would have been just barely twenty-one when this omega, Adrien, was born.

He clicked through to the private, bidders-only pedigree page, with details of parentage kept secret even from the omegas themselves, to look into Adrien’s ancestry. His pulse thundered wildly. This boy who stared at him from the screen with fear and trepidation, and with such beautiful tears glistening in his eyes, was Nathan’s son. His entire legal name was given as birth omega with absolute certainty, and if there had been any doubt, Heath recognized Nathan’s signature on all of the contracts and forms. Not to mention the birth certificate was stamped as PRIVATE SEALED FOR ALPHA USE

ONLY, as Nathan had assured him whenever Heath had asked about the likelihood of his child ever finding him.

“Darling, he’s never going to find me, even if he looks. The files are sealed from the world until his heat begins, assuming he’s even an omega.

And then only his potential alphas will have the right to the information. If they choose to tell him, well…” Nathan had shrugged. “It’s not as though I’ll be under any obligation to meet him. I did my duty.”

Heath stared at Adrien’s picture again. He was beautiful.

A living, breathing piece of Nathan…

Just how similar was he exactly? Would he sound like Nathan? Would he cry out the same way, or beg, or glance over his shoulder while being fucked with the same smug gaze? Would he tease and withhold and torment Heath as Nathan always had?

Or would he let Heath breed him like Nathan never allowed? Could Heath fill him with a child? A thrill shuddered through him. That child would be a genetic piece of Nathan to hold onto, to cherish. He could breed this Adrien omega and have everything he ever wanted. Or almost.

Heath licked his lips and adjusted his cock.

The offer for breeding wasn’t on the table yet. But given the write-up about Nathan’s son—intelligent, ambitious, with the goal to be an art history professor—the breeding would be offered up soon. Heath knew how much it cost to pay the government fee for an omega to be named a professor. He’d paid it himself once upon a time, though he’d only paid the lower cost of an alpha certification. Omegas were charged much more.

That had been a long time ago, and the price had only gone up. After giving up his professorial title to take his inherited place in the peerage, Heath had retired to his house in the city to read books, entertain other peers, manage his familial estates, handle his useless brother and nephew, fuck Nathan, and drink. After Nathan’s death, he’d added more of the other five to make up for his loss.

Heath cleared his throat and glanced down at the highest bid still held by his friend Felix. The number was so small for such a beautiful man it made him see red. Heath felt Nathan himself was slighted by his son’s low bids, and that played a role, no doubt, in his sudden decision to type in a number of his own—a big number, the kind of number to give other bidders pause—and then hit enter.

Certainty surged through him. He could do this, handle the heat of Nathan’s son and, with any luck, walk out of it with a child that was at least partially made up of the man he’d adored against all reason. Oh, Nathan…

Brilliant, charming, sadistic Nathan. How he’d loved the demon and the man, both.

He wouldn’t make that same mistake with Adrien, though. He’d keep it clean. Unemotional. A transaction and nothing more. He’d promised himself after everything he’d endured that no omega would hold sway over him again. Not the way Nathan had. Losing him had hurt too much, wounded Heath too deeply.

Besides, no omega could ever hold a candle to Nathan, his beauty or his intellect, and definitely never his skill in the bedroom. There would be no risk to his heart.

Heath squeezed his cock and gazed again at the photo of the boy’s asshole. It was a lovely swirl nestled between two sweet cheeks. Colored a gentle pinkish-brown, a bit darker than Nathan’s had been, it was hairless and clearly untouched.

He stood, unbuckled his pants, and scrolled the page so he could see all four pictures of the boy at once. He tugged his thick cock free and groaned as he palmed it, squeezing as he massaged the length. Narrowing his eyes to slits, he stared at the screen and remembered Nathan in ecstasy. He jerked himself off fast and hard, hips pumping, as he gazed at his dead lover’s son and imagined him as Nathan—on his knees, ass up, begging to be filled with babies and Heath’s knot.

Grunting, he came, pulse after pulse of pleasure spurting out across the screen over the images of Adrien’s face, body, ass, and hole. Shaken by the sharpness of his lust, Heath collapsed in his desk chair and glared at the screen as his bid was downgraded and the total number ticked up.

Wiping the screen clean, he leaned forward, cock still hard and sticking out from his open pants. Typing in a new set of numbers, he leaned back in satisfaction. Let someone try to take this boy from him. Just let them.

Taking hold of his cock again, he refreshed the page, making sure his bid stayed the highest. He’d have Nathan’s grown son beneath him, and he’d breed the last remaining piece of the lover he’d lost, if it took ransoming his entire estate to do it.

ADRIEN GAPED AT the latest number associated with his auction. He couldn’t believe the astronomical amounts that were still ever-so-slowly creeping higher. He’d be able to fund the rest of his studies easily, and even have more than enough to pay for the fee to be named a professor. There’d been a big jump on the third day of the auction for no reason he could discern, but once he’d allowed Ron to add breeding to his listing, the bids had gone gangbusters. He’d never imagined that breeding would be so valuable.

He just wished the idea of it didn’t scare him so much.

Adrien knew very little about pregnancy outside of the elementary information he’d gleaned during his only human biology class at the beginning of his university career. It had been a class for omegas only.

Segregated human biology classes were the norm for all but the most liberal of universities—curriculum divided between alphas, omegas, and betas, with extra information for alphas or betas on the medical school track.

It was considered a well-worn truth that omegas were better off knowing

as little as possible about the experiences they would face, or else they might resist their heats. Alphas were to assume responsibility for guiding omegas through the trials and tribulations of their biology, and their classes were rumored to be more thorough. Most omegas learned about the joys and terrors of their biology from older omegas in their lives, but Adrien knew few of those, and none he was close enough with to ask questions regarding heat, pregnancy, and birth. It struck him as absurd that omegas were kept so in the dark and that the omega’s physical, emotional, and spiritual state during the various stages of heat, pregnancy, and birth were more thoroughly covered in the classes for alphas.

He’d had so many questions during that human biology course. But he was new on campus, and lonely. He hadn’t wanted to rock the boat or let anyone know how out of place he felt being at university after all the years of his father’s religious teachings, so he’d kept most of his questions to himself.

Besides, at the time, his first season had seemed forever and a day away.

He’d filled the time since that long ago class with deep studies into artistic techniques, fabric skills, and the science of materials, allowing himself to almost forget how little he knew about the ins and outs of human reproduction. But now the reality of his ignorance had all come down upon him at once.

What Adrien wouldn’t do now to sit in on just one of those alpha reproduction classes to better understand what he should expect to endure?

A knock came at his dorm room door. After quickly closing the auction tab, Adrien slid out of his chair and peered through the peephole to see who was waiting outside. He groaned when he recognized Lance’s dark skin and fuzzy black hair. Dammit, he supposed there was no avoiding it any longer.

He opened the door and forced a smile. “Hey, Lance. How can I help you?”

Lance lifted a brow and pushed his way past Adrien into his dorm room.

“Why have you been hiding in here for the last week? You passed your contribution to Professor Urgil’s new article off to me, and you didn’t even come sit in on the interview of the Hontu artist he brought in. You’ve been waiting to hear what that guy had to say all year!”

Adrien sat down on his mattress and motioned for Lance to take a seat in the chair by his desk. He’d completely forgotten about the interview with the Hontu artist. He’d been planning his questions for weeks: What does the blue

dye made from Hontutua berries mean to your tribe? Is there a symbolism in its use? And other curiosities he’d hoped to satisfy in person since the Hontu were notoriously superstitious about written communications. Adrien cursed softly under his breath. How had he let that get past him? Shame. That’s how.

Lance dropped into the chair and went on, “I thought you might be sick, but clearly you’re not.” He crossed his arms over his chest and tipped back so that the front legs of the chair came up off the floor recklessly. “Is this about the auction?”

Adrien’s throat went dry. Of course it was about the auction! Whenever he even left his room to creep down the hall to use the communal showers and bathrooms, he felt the eyes of the other students all over him. They knew what he looked like naked now. The size of his dick, the way his asshole crinkled, and the horrible vulnerability of his expression in his headshot.

Everyone knew.

“Wow, look at you blush. It’s like a full body thing. I bet even your thighs are red right now.”

Adrien’s glasses slipped down his nose as sweat popped up on his skin.

Lance huffed. “You’re embarrassed? Dude, you should be proud. I don’t know the last time an auction went this high. That’s the only reason I even know about it.” He clucked his tongue. “Some alpha in class was talking about how guys like him never stand a chance when the wealthy elite can outbid them by astronomical amounts. So I had to grab a look this uber-desirable omega, and hell, friend, it was you!”

“Yeah. Well.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Me.”

“Why are you so miserable?”

“It’s all really…” Sordid? Frightening? “Strange. I don’t know who’s going to win me, and it’s a little creepy, you know?”

“No. I don’t know. What do you mean ‘creepy’? It’s just the way it is.

How it’s always been.”

Adrien squirmed but held back his questions about why, and who invented the system, and who really benefited in the end.

Lance took pity on him and didn’t push about his feelings, instead directing his questions to the auction itself. “So you really have no idea who the guy driving the price up is? H. Battershell is all it says. I bet it’s a screen name. Some of these guys are private about their love for handling heats.

Like it’s something to be ashamed of.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.

Anyway, who is this guy?”

“No idea.” Adrien waved off the question.

Lance’s eyebrows drew low. “What’s that mean? You don’t care who he is?”

“I thought it wasn’t supposed to matter. That it’s ‘the way it is’ so…”

“So you’re basically dying of curiosity, then.”

“Of course I am! But they don’t give you any information about the alpha until the bidding is over, and then it’s only what he wants to share!”

Lance stared at him, cocked his head, and asked gently, “C’mon, Adrien.

What’s the real problem here? You should be happy. Excited. Eager.”

Adrien flopped back on his bed, exhaustion weighing him down like a pallet of bricks on his chest. “Sometimes I am, but other times I’m just plain scared. Don’t tell me I shouldn’t be.”

“Okay, I won’t.” Lance sounded sympathetic. “I forget you didn’t have an omega parent. Right? Just your alpha dad raised you, and he never took on another omega after you were born?”

Adrien shook his head.

“No close omega cousins or uncles?”

“No.” Adrien sighed. “No one. We lived way out in the country, and the only time I saw other folks was when we went to church. There were other omegas there, obviously. But I’ve never even seen a pregnant one.”

“Wow. I guess this would all be really overwhelming to you then.

Especially since your father isn’t here to help guide you through it all.”

Adrien made a face at the thought of his father guiding him through this situation. Their church saw heats as the punishment omegas endured for daring to be like God and create something from nothing—to make life in their wombs. Adrien’s father hadn’t been as conservative as some, but he’d kept his lips tightly closed when it came to any discussion of sex. “Yeah.

Overwhelming is a good word for it. And when I leave my dorm room, I feel like everyone’s staring at me.”

Lance cracked a smile and dropped the chair’s front legs down to the floor. “Because your hot little bod is racking up the dough!”

“Yeah, but they all know what my asshole looks like.”

“Dude, it’s an asshole.” Lance laughed. “We all have one. Mine is darker than yours, like the rest of me, but it’s not exactly different. Take heart.”

Adrien refrained from pointing out that a dozen alphas were competing at

astronomical prices for access to his asshole, so it must be pretty special, even if neither of them could see a reason why.

“I’m nervous,” Adrien said. “I don’t know who this guy is, or what he looks like, or how old he is, or if he’s rough or sweet or kind?”

“There are protections in place. A vetting process,” Lance explained.

“The alphas bidding for access to you aren’t all gorgeous, but none of them are going to hurt you, either.” Lance smirked. “Not unless you’re selling that, too. Some omegas do.”

“No!” Adrien’s eyes bugged.

“I know, I know.” Lance laughed again and put out a calming hand. “I saw your listing.”

“Alphas won’t try to convince me to do that during my heat, will they?”

Adrien asked, remembering how Ron had said that alphas would sometimes try to convince omegas in the throes of heat to add on breeding at a reduced rate.

“No. There are rules about that. Breeding can be added if an omega consents”—Lance shifted uncomfortably as if even he doubted consent mid-heat—“but pain and all of that has to be negotiated up front.” He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “I admit I was surprised to see breeding since I know you’re in so deep with the Hontu project. You’ve been so dedicated to seeing it through. But it was a good choice financially, obviously.”

“How do you know so much about how it all works?”

“My father’s omegas and I talk. They knew I wouldn’t get the information I needed in that stupid class they make us take. Traditionally, it falls to the omega parent to pass this information on, or, if you don’t have an omega parent, to the omega friends of the family or your father’s new omegas”

“Yeah, I don’t…” Adrien lifted his hands helplessly.

“I know. But…damn, friend. How is it that you’re so alone in the world?”

Lance asked, a hint of pity flavoring his words. “Even in that little community, I’d have thought the omegas would take you under their wing.”

“Just bad luck, I guess,” Adrien said, and sighed.

“Tell me more. What was your father like?”

“He was deeply religious.”

“Oh? That’s unusual in this day and age. A throwback?”

“Yeah. It was a very small community. There weren’t a lot of omegas for alphas to choose from, though, so my father had to buy a heat to have me. He saved a long time to afford a good one.”

“Wasn’t that looked down on?”

“Necessity breeds generosity. They understood his predicament.”

“What do you think of all that? Religion and church?”

Adrien sighed and rubbed his hands through his hair. “I guess some of his ideas stuck with me and some didn’t.”

“I suppose that explains why you’re so shy about your body,” Lance teased. “Always wearing that ridiculous robe into the dorm showers, like someone’s gonna ogle your chest if you just wrap a towel around your ass.”

“My father taught me modesty was important.”

“Your father had ideas that aren’t going to serve you well,” Lance said, gently. “Being an omega? It involves a lot of nakedness, and, frankly, giving in to your inner slut.”

“What if I don’t have an inner slut?”

“Oh, you do.” Lance laughed again.

Adrien let his head fall back, and he examined his dorm room ceiling for a few quiet moments, grateful for Lance’s friendship and feeling stupid for avoiding him now. “Will you choose breeding?” Adrien asked.

“Definitely. It’s a done deal. My contract is signed and sealed, you know.

A year and a half from now, I’ll go meet up with my father’s friend John and get stuffed with his dick, and his kid, if all goes to plan.” Somehow, Lance managed to make it sound like he thought that was dreamy.

“Sexy.”

“You know it.” Lance grinned. “C’mon, loosen up. Once you’re in heat, you won’t care what the guy looks like, or how old he is, so long as he knots you and makes you cum. That’s the way it works. My father’s omegas promised me that much.”

Adrien shivered. “I guess I want more than that.”

Lance chuckled. “Go on. Say it.”

“I want someone to love me.”

“Of course you do,” he said, kindly. “We all want that. And with you being without any family at all, you must want that even more. But here’s the thing, Adrien, you can have that someday, but probably not now.

Unfortunately, it’s time for your first season, and you’ve been so introverted

–”

“Dedicated to my studies!”

“Whatever. Fine, dedicated to your studies. What I’m saying is that you’ve never put yourself out there. You’ve never looked for anyone to satisfy that need for you—which makes sense now that I know more about where you came from. In those religious communities, alphas do all the flirting and courting, don’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Right. And so, right now, you’re out in the real world, where omegas are the ones who are supposed to convince alphas they’re worth taking on. So, yeah. At this point, you’re going to have to take whoever wins you for this heat.” He said it as compassionately as possible, but Adrien couldn’t help but hear the echo of his father’s urging throughout his life: Make friends, Adrien, go to church more often, smile at the alphas there! One day you’ll need them to want you, boy, and you’ll want them to love you.

But he’d always been too shy.

Lance kept talking, “But, hey, it’s not the end of the world. See this as an adventure and an opportunity. Besides, you never know, this could actually lead to you finding the one. Mr. H. Battershell could be your dream man.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“I can’t help it. It’s just the way I’m made.” Lance stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Please, Adrien. Come to class tomorrow and get back to our research. You’ve only got a few weeks before the heat auction is over, and then you’ll be absent. I know you’ll want to learn all that you can about that Hontu dye. And, yeah, if people are staring it’s because they’re jealous at what a rich young man you’re about to be.”

Adrien nodded and tried to make his voice sound like Lance’s cheering up had worked. “You’re right.”

Lance winked. “And maybe they’re staring just a little because your asshole is super-duper hot.”

Adrien rolled his eyes. Still, he couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks. I guess.”

“Anytime.”

Chapter Four

ONE WEEK LATER, the auction closed with Adrien’s bids at a near-record high, coming in second only behind a young man twenty-two years prior—the first to ever offer breeding in his auction price.

The winner of Adrien’s heat was, of course, H. Battershell. Adrien had already used the Internet and the university library’s resources to try to find any information about H. Battershell, but there was nothing. Clearly, he was using an alias. Aside from H. Battershell having bid on some young men’s heats over ten years prior, records showed he hadn’t been involved in auctions for quite some time.

When he asked Ron Finch about details on Battershell, he only got a bunch of blather about how the man was wealthy, and private, and that Adrien should be honored that he’d taken an interest in him at all.

“So I don’t even get to know his name in advance?”

“He’s been explicit with his instructions. He will give you all the information you need about him in person.”

Adrien struggled to pull in a breath. It felt like bands had tightened around his torso at Mr. Finch’s words. “Okay,” he managed to say.

Mr. Finch tutted at him, like he was a naughty little boy for asking questions and then he gave Adrien the pills that were supposed to jumpstart his heat. “When the prickling begins, you’ll know it’s working.” He passed on a note with an address and a date stamped on it. “You’ll meet him there in four days. Arrive before noon. He wants the heat to already be kicking in when you get there, so be sure to start the pills immediately.”

“Is that normal?” He’d hoped to have some time with the alpha beforehand.

Mr. Finch shrugged. “Some men like to spend a few days together pre-heat to get to know each other. Others want to leap right into the main event.

He’s a main event kind of guy. You have transportation, don’t you?”

“Yes. I have a car.”

“Excellent. You can drive yourself, unless your heat feels too far gone,

and then we’ll arrange for a driver. That address is up in the mountains. Be sure to map out how to get there in advance. There isn’t a lot of cell service where you’re headed.”

Adrien swallowed hard. He’d be alone in the woods without cell service with a man he knew nothing about, vulnerable, and begging. Everything felt cold and hot at once. “Are there any pictures of him or…?”

“No. He’ll meet you at that address. Remember, the money is held in escrow by the university until the heat and breeding are accomplished. Then, regardless of whether or not a pregnancy takes, they’ll pass it on into your account.”

Adrien nodded. “I see. Thank you.”

“I’m proud of you, kid. Not everyone can bring in numbers like that. I have to admit you surprised me.” Ron smirked and waved Adrien out the door. “Good luck to you.”

Good luck to him? That was all? He was on his own now? Adrien’s gut danced anxiously as he considered the next four days. He shook a pill out of the bottle and tossed it into his mouth as he walked back to his dorm. He knew it was all in his head, but as soon as he swallowed the pill, he started to feel a little warm.

He wiped at his sweaty forehead and hoped he wouldn’t lose his nerve. It wasn’t like he had a choice anyway. There was no chance to back out now.

THE HOUSE WAS a cabin in the woods. Small for a man with so much money to burn, but what did Adrien really know about that? Maybe H. Battershell liked to keep things simple despite his immense wealth. Adrien’s father would have admired that.

The cabin was definitely isolated. If Adrien got spooked and wanted to run, he wouldn’t get very far on foot. Perhaps that was why Battershell had chosen it. He slid his hand over the steering wheel to reassure himself that at least he had his car.

Putting it in park, he turned off the engine and straightened his glasses. In the trunk, he had his luggage. Enough clothes for a week of heat and a few days of recovery time, as well as the usual toiletries one needed on a trip away from home. His insides tangled like a burning, writhing, seething pile

of snakes, making him squirm. He’d sported an erection and endured a slick, wet asshole since before he’d even left the dorm that morning. The evidence that his heat was coming on strong was indisputable, but he wasn’t suffering from the mindless need to rut that he’d heard so much about. He supposed that was still ahead of him.

Adrien opened the car door and stretched. His asshole released another rush of slick, and he trembled. Not knowing how long he had before he lost reason and sanity in the primal irrationality of heat, he hoped he was able to meet Battershell and feel safe before that happened. Right now, everything about his current situation left him weak-kneed and nauseous with nerves.

The door to the cabin opened, and a darkly bearded man came onto the porch, where he stood and stared hungrily at Adrien. His eyes appeared gray beneath thick brows, and he was taller than Adrien by at least four inches.

His body was well-honed, with strong thighs and muscular arms. He stood barefoot and wore dark jeans and a tight black T-shirt that gripped his pecs and biceps. Not exactly the vision of a man of extraordinary means, but Adrien didn’t know what he’d been expecting when he’d input the address into his GPS that morning. A mansion and a suit, perhaps? Servants holding the door of his car open and showing him into a glittering, mammoth home?

Possibly.

Not this small cabin for sure.

“My name’s Heath,” the man said, and his voice was a low rumble that wrapped around Adrien and gripped him by the balls. “But you’ll call me

‘sir’ until I say otherwise.”

Adrien swallowed the sudden lump of fear in his throat. “Yes, okay.”

“Yes, okay, what?”

“Yes, okay, sir?”

“That’s right, Adrien.”

It didn’t go unnoticed that Heath had assumed full permission to use Adrien’s name, but he didn’t think it was wise to bring up the double standard. Not when his anus was starting to burn and his cock was throbbing in his own soft jeans. He moaned as Heath stepped toward him, walking down the short set of stairs between the cabin’s porch and the pine-needle-strewn ground.

Heath stopped in front of him, raised a thick, dark brow and said, “Your profile pictures didn’t show glasses.”

Adrien touched the stems and said, “I can take them off, sir.”

Heath nodded and put out his hand. Adrien removed his glasses, the world around him immediately going fuzzy and less defined. He put the glasses in Heath’s hand, feeling even more vulnerable without being able to make out the crisp lines of Heath’s face.

“Strip,” Heath ordered. “You won’t need your clothes from this point forward.” He motioned toward the luggage in the back seat of Adrien’s car.

“Or any of those other things, either. I paid for your heat and for breeding you. That means these next few days, or however long it takes for your heat to pass, are mine to command.”

Adrien squinted, trying to make out if Heath was joking. He wasn’t sure if that was how it worked, actually. He’d never asked anyone who’d been through a heat what was expected. He wished he’d asked Lance more about it. Even though he’d never had his own first heat, he seemed to know a lot about it. Adrien didn’t move for a long moment, considering Heath’s words.

But Heath stared at him so confidently, with so much intensity, that he could make it out even with his blurred vision, and he eventually found himself unbuttoning his shirt with shaking fingers.

“That’s good,” Heath said as Adrien slipped his shirt from his shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. “Kick off your shoes. Good. The pants now.

Everything.”

Adrien glanced around the clearing in front of the house, uncertain of being naked outside. Due to his religious upbringing and natural shyness, he’d never been one for public displays of his body, even preferring to wear a swim shirt when at the pool. But there was no one in these deep, shadowy, silent woods but him and Heath. He took in the swaying and creaking of the trees around him, the gray depth of the shadows stretching into the dark forest, and felt the cool breeze flowing over his now-exposed skin. His nipples peaked, and he shuddered as he undid his jeans quickly and shoved them down.

Heath crossed his arms over his chest, glasses still clutched in one hand, when Adrien stood up straight after removing his socks. His gaze crawled over Adrien’s body, head to toe, in a slow, assessing way. “Fold the clothes.

Put them and your glasses back in the car for safe keeping.”

Adrien did as he was told, slick sliding down his legs, and his hands trembling madly.

“Turn around,” Heath said, when he was done.

Trembling, Adrien complied. With his back to Heath, he faced the long, twisted driveway through the forest. He peered down it wondering what he’d sold, exactly, when he agreed to do the online auction. His dignity? His soul?

“Bend over. Spread your cheeks. I want to see what I paid for.”

Adrien’s throat clicked as he swallowed, and some part of him thought of protesting. But his cock ached against his stomach, pre-cum welling up and slipping down the sides, and his asshole leaked lubricating slick relentlessly, leaving his thighs a wet mess. His hole clenched and released with restless need. Taking a deep breath, he did as he was ordered.

A breeze fluttered over his hot, wet anus, and he moaned at the touch of nature on his most private place. He squeezed his eyes closed and waited, and then he felt a dam break inside. Lust flooded him. He fought it for a moment, fear and disorientation mounting.

“Shh, steady,” Heath whispered.

Adrien moaned and arched into the brush of Heath’s hand down his back, around his buttocks.

“I’ve got you now.” With no hesitation, Heath’s solid, firm fingers invaded his aching hole. He moaned as two of them slipped in deep, found his heat-swollen prostate, and massaged it while Adrien struggled for balance. He pushed his hands into his thighs and groaned as another obliterating wave of lust swallowed him up.

Just as Adrien’s knees started to give out, lost to uncompromising need and humping back against Heath’s intruding digits, Heath yanked his fingers free. “Stand up,” he ordered. “Turn around to face me.”

Panting like a slut, he was dizzy and begging for—something. He didn’t know what. An end, a start? A climax? He was wild with it now and pleading sounds spilled out of his mouth. Nothing mattered but being touched and reaching satisfaction. It was exactly as Lance had warned him.