Текст книги "Heat for sale"

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Adrien turned. His entire body jittered with the rising heat, and he gave in to the strange eroticism of this man commanding him in such an intimate way.

“Please,” Adrien whispered. “Hurry. I want, I need, please.”

Heath stepped back from Adrien, provoking a cry, and gave him another long once-over before undoing his own jeans and shoving them down to bring out his enormous cock. Adrien’s breath stuttered as he took in the vast

width and length, and his asshole ran with slick, preparing itself for the mammoth intrusion. He’d always known that alpha cocks were larger than omegas’ or betas’; they’d covered that even in omega sex education classes in school. He’d seen plenty of porn in his life, too, but he’d never imagined a cock could be the size of Heath’s.

Nor did he know it would smell so good. His mouth watered and he wanted to taste the wet tip of the enormous thing.

“Get on your knees,” Heath said, stroking his hand over his tool, milking a bead of pre-cum from the slit.

Adrien hesitated for a moment, but then a massive rush of slick flooded his thighs and a slam of heat rolled over his body. Lust had him in its grip, and he fell to his knees, crying out with want. The full expression of heat was on him and rational thought evaporated into sensation and desire. His cock bobbed against his stomach, the line of fur between his belly button and pubic mound teasing and scratching maddeningly.

“Very good,” Heath said, but there was no smile in his eyes. No glimmer of amusement or affection. Only authority and lust. Perhaps a touch of concern, though Adrien’s heat-addled mind couldn’t be sure.

His asshole ached and burned, an itch that washed over his entire body and then exploded against his skin. He threw his head back and shouted, his anus convulsing desperately. The breeze over him was a maddening caress, and the emptiness of his body was so consuming that he no longer felt human.

He was raw, needful, aching flesh from head to toe—craving only cock, and cum, and orgasm, and needing only an alpha’s knot. He whimpered, dazed and lost. He thrust his ass in the air, hands on the ground, knees in the dirt.

“That’s right,” Heath said with a crooked smirk. “This is heat. How do you like it so far?”

Adrien moaned and shifted from knee to knee, his cock a tempting rod of flesh that he wanted to grip and jerk. But some part of him knew better than to touch himself without permission in front of an alpha. So he groveled there, prickling with need, and gazed up at Heath with desperation sliding all over his face.

“Beautiful,” Heath muttered. “So much like…”

But he didn’t finish that sentence. Instead, his eyes, which had softened

when presented with Adrien’s display of needy vulnerability, hardened again.

“Crawl to me. Mouth open, tongue out.”

Adrien crawled, his aching hard cock swinging as he did, and his slick asshole screaming for cock. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and opened his mouth wide as he finally reached the space at Heath’s bare feet.

He glimpsed tufts of dark hair on the joint of each of Heath’s toes, and then gasped. He needed to bend and kiss them. Wanted to.

He did just that.

Heath chuckled above him. “All the right instincts,” he said, and then tugged Adrien up by the hair. “Lick my balls.” He brought Adrien’s face between his legs, shoving his nose against his groin.

As Adrien obeyed, his tongue bathing Heath’s soft, hairy sac and mouthing his big, round, alpha-sized testicles, Heath gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place. With his other hand, he stroked Adrien’s neck and shoulders soothingly, his breath coming in harsh shudders. A soft groan escaped as Adrien became more dedicated to his job.

Leaning over Adrien’s back, while Adrien continued to work, Heath slipped his fingers down Adrien’s back. Releasing Heath’s sac from his mouth, Adrien buried his nose in Heath’s scratchy pubes, breathing in the rough, musky scent of an aroused alpha. He couldn’t get enough of it, sucking in breath after breath.

“Stand up.” Heath hauled Adrien to his feet, cradling him close so that his mouth rested against the thrumming pulse of Heath’s neck. He put out his tongue and tasted it. Clenching Adrien to him with one arm, Heath slid his hand down to touch Adrien’s gaping, wet hole. He plunged three fingers in roughly. Adrien let loose a begging sound against Heath’s throat. The pressure on his heat-enlarged prostate made him feel like he was going to burst out of his skin with desire. He groaned and grunted, fucking back against Heath’s hand, the small rocks in the dirt of the clearing digging into his feet. He clutched Heath’s strong back and whimpered madly, finally mouthing his neck and sucking in sheer desperation.

“What a sweet little slut you’re turning out to be,” Heath murmured, still fucking three thick fingers into Adrien’s slick, wet hole.

Adrien shook and convulsed, his asshole tightening around Heath’s fingers. Every filthy word of praise from Heath was aural bliss to Adrien, and he shivered with pleasure at every syllable.

“That’s it,” Heath said, shoving Adrien down to his knees again. Guiding his thick dickhead into Adrien’s panting, open mouth, he ordered, “Suck me.”

Adrien greedily complied, the taste of Heath’s musky jizz enflaming him even more. He wanted to throw himself onto the dirt, lift his ass up again, and beg to be mounted. But with his mouth stuffed full of cock, he was pinned in place. His hands gripped Heath’s jean-clad thighs as he fought to breathe around the thickness. He burned and yearned, nerves screaming more, and please, and knot me. His lungs screamed for oxygen.

Heath sounded like he was smiling when he said, “Yes, Adrien. Yes. You were made to squeeze my knot. A perfect fuckhole.”

Adrien whimpered and groaned his agreement as he sucked harder on the head of Heath’s fat cock. It was all he could fit in his mouth, and even so, the stretched edges of his lips burned as he attempted more.

“Ready and eager. Just like I knew you would be. Such a good omega slut.”

The crass words combined with more praise set Adrien off. He released Heath’s cock, holding it in his hand instead, as he cried out. Then he tossed his head back, gritting his teeth together, and rode the wave of burning lust that nearly turned him inside out.

“Come for me,” Heath commanded, gripping Adrien’s hair and shoving Adrien’s face against his flexing thigh. “Get your cock in your hand and make yourself come.”

Adrien hastened to obey. His entire body was strung so tight he felt on the verge of dying—his pulse banging, his chest tight, the tension of his body as he rode the intense lust was too much. He couldn’t survive this. Not unless he got a knot in his ass to satisfy his craving. His cock was an iron-hot rod in his hand, and he worked it fast.

“Take your pleasure. It’s what your body’s for.”

Heath tugged his hair brutally with one hand and gently stroked his back with the other. Adrien scrambled at the jeans covering Heath’s thighs, holding on as the keen feeling crested, and then he screamed, coming hard.

With each powerful burst, he left thick ropes of musky jizz on the ground.

Heath slipped his fingers free from Adrien’s hair, setting off a shockwave of need that left him dizzy. He gripped Heath harder to make sure he didn’t fall over. His cum coated several of Heath’s toes and soaked into the brown dirt under Heath’s feet. He stared at it, the heat and lust that had driven him

barely easing.

“Lick it up,” Heath said calmly. “From my feet. Clean my toes.”

Sweaty and tired, but still driven to want more, Adrien bent and licked his cum from Heath’s toes, his balls tingling with renewing arousal. How? He’d just come. Didn’t he get any kind of break from this?

Heath smoothed a hand through Adrien’s hair calmingly. “Good boy.”

Adrien warmed all over at the praise and whimpered, mouthing at Heath’s crotch. His cock hardened again, and he moaned.

“Yes. You’re an unexpectedly good boy. Let’s get you inside.”

Chapter Five

HEATH WAS ALREADY pleased with his decision to participate in the auction.

Aside from Adrien’s connection to Nathan, the boy himself was delicious and fresh, so very new to sensation that it was a delight watching him succumb to the heat.

Shaking all over and bleary-eyed with unquenchable lust, despite his recent orgasm, Adrien had to be nearly carried up the stairs and into the cabin. Heath laughed under his breath as Adrien fell to his knees again the moment they were over the threshold in his hurry to get Heath’s cock and balls back into his mouth.

Hungrily, he jerked Heath’s pants down his hips so he could rub his face all over Heath’s crotch.

Heath had planned to take the boy to the cabin’s one bedroom and fuck him properly there on the bed for the first time, but his own control was slipping fast. He was ready for the wet, slick heat of Adrien’s body, and even if he ended up regretting knotting the boy for the first time on the entryway floor, he didn’t care right now.

“Get into position,” Heath growled, shoving Adrien away from his balls.

Adrien fell to the floor, ass up, legs spread. He shook all over, his naked body trembling and his pale skin marked red from the roughness of Heath’s hands as he’d carried him in. “Please, please,” he whispered, completely out of his mind now. Just the way Heath liked it best with omegas he didn’t know. Though he preferred the hint of recognition he’d always seen behind the all-consuming lust in Nathan’s brilliant eyes.

Heath shoved his jeans down and off, and ripped his T-shirt over his head and tossed it across the room before kneeling naked behind Adrien. He massaged Adrien’s glistening asshole with his thumbs and then pressed the head of his cock against the opening. Adrien’s body broke out into sweat, and the scent pummeled Heath’s self-control. It was hard to hold back when the boy—who looked so much like Nathan, and even moved like him, too—was writhing in needful desire on the floor, hitching his ass back trying to get

Heath inside. It was easy to almost let himself feel something. To let his emotions slip back in time.

But no…

“You’re a hungry little fucksleeve,” Heath said, slapping Adrien’s backside and grinning when he jumped. But then he relented, whispering,

“Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Because he wasn’t a monster. This was Adrien’s first time—ever—and he deserved an alpha who’d see to his pleasure and his needs. All omegas deserved that, even if they couldn’t, in the scheme of life, be trusted to be gentle with an alpha’s heart.

Heath pushed his cock against Adrien’s hole harder and bit his own lip to stifle a moan as the slick ring opened around him. Adrien shouted, his body going rigid and his rim stretching thin around the girth of Heath’s cockhead.

“Breathe,” Heath murmured. “Bear down. That’s a good boy.”

Adrien quivered and followed instructions, his back muscles jumping as he struggled to accept the invasion of Heath’s cock. Heath made a soothing noise, and gave more words of praise when Adrien’s asshole opened with a sudden release of tension, sucking Heath halfway in.

Adrien vibrated on Heath’s cock, his head tossed back, his muscles straining and tense, and his hole gripping the wide shaft of Heath’s dick firmly. Belatedly, Heath wished he’d done this with Adrien lying down faceup, so he could better see the boy’s face and gauge his pain level from his eyes, but the deed was done. He rubbed Adrien’s lower back gently, shushing him and quieting the panic from his body.

“You feel wonderful,” he whispered.

“Thank you, sir,” Adrien replied.

A softness started in his heart, like a bruise. He tried to harden against it, but Adrien’s ass was so hot inside, so silky and tight. It left him lightheaded and hopeful. He squeezed his eyes shut to fight the powerful connection between an alpha and omega before it engaged his emotions against his will.

Grunting, he gripped Adrien’s hips, determined to master himself. He decided he was glad Adrien was facedown to obscure his resemblance to Nathan lest his too tender heart betray his mind. “Open up, little one. It only gets better from here.”

Little one? Damn his tongue. Damn his tenderness. Most of all, damn the cursed softness in him that had led him to fall for Nathan to begin with, the

same unwanted kindness that also led him to continually dig his asshole nephew out of too many messes. This was the main reason he’d stopped taking on omegas’ heats years ago, because he couldn’t help but surrender to a certain tenderness for them. His heart was always overripe, like fruit bruised by a rough grip. It was their fault, wasn’t it? He couldn’t help but respond to an alluring omega submitting to his cock.

Even when they didn’t yield their heart or mind at all.

No, Nathan had always had all the emotional control.

Heath struggled to harden himself again.

Adrien bowed his head and convulsed twice before ceding to Heath’s command. His muscles relaxed, and his body slipped down to the floor.

Heath hissed gently, and that damned tenderness returned so that his chest ached with unearned affection. He closed his eyes and told himself that these feelings were only the start of a heat crush.

Many considered heat crushes healthy. Good. More likely to result in a pregnancy. Not to mention pleasurable. The swoop and rush of an infatuation always was enjoyable, after all. Heath shoved his cock deeper and made up his mind to appreciate his experience with Nathan’s son. It was okay to feel this sympathy for his young, confused omega, because no doubt the feeling would pass along with the boy’s lust when the week was done. A heat crush was fine. He wouldn’t fall in love.

Gripping Adrien’s hips, Heath slid all the way in, throwing his head back and groaning when his balls pressed against Adrien’s flesh and the boy’s channel spasmed around him. Slick rushed out around his cock, coating his balls and making his thighs damp.

Adrien flushed hard, his entire back, the back of his neck, and the tips of his ears going pink, and Heath smiled. The unforgiving lust of his first season was on the boy fully now.

He slid out slightly, pushed back in, and groaned as Adrien’s heat-swollen prostate massaged the underside of his cock. Adrien shuddered all over, and when Heath thrust again, nailing that gland hard, the boy lost control. His cock spurted all over the floor, his body flailed desperately as he hit an unexpected height of pleasure, and he cried out in shock. Heath gripped his hips even more firmly and fucked him hard and fast, greedily watching for every moment of pleasure.

Heath’s inner alpha loved seeing Adrien reduced to a slick-gushing,

asshole-gaping, mouth-drooling, cum-greedy omega in heat, all other trace of his humanity and personality stripped away in his desperate need for Heath’s knot. But the sympathetic man in him wanted Adrien to enjoy it, too. To love being fucked and filled. To open himself to the sexual delights on offer to him as an omega, the pleasures he could enjoy for the rest of his life.

Heath dug his fingers in harder, holding onto Adrien’s hips as the boy came yet again. The scent of his jizz rose to Heath’s sensitive nose. He thrust firmly as Adrien’s cries rose and fell, crescendos of pleasure again and again.

Adrien suddenly went still, taking Heath’s thrusts with a tension that Heath recognized as the ultimate heat orgasm rising. The climactic gratification that would rip Adrien’s soul open and leave him in a state of shock while Heath knotted him.

Sure enough, Adrien screamed—the terror of pleasure sounding every bit as scary as any other overwhelming thing—and then his whole body seized.

His asshole spasmed around Heath in rhythm with his cries and convulsions, his body erupted in goosebumps, and his heartbeat thrummed visibly in his temples and throat.

Heath shoved in deep and held on tight as his own orgasm throttled him.

He rode it out, spurting into Adrien’s womb and biting his lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. He held still as the intense initial phase of his orgasm passed. Then the second phase began. He groaned, shifting as his cock expanded, the base ballooning with blood, knotting him into Adrien’s asshole, holding them together, and trapping them in place.

Adrien crumpled to the hard floor in a glassy-eyed daze, his cock spurting small amounts of cum with each twitch of his body. Heath collapsed onto his back, his cock similarly sending out brief jets of semen in response to Adrien’s hole convulsively gripping his substantial and still-growing knot.

“Oh my God,” Adrien finally whispered, when Heath was fully enlarged inside him. The tight-fitting channel around his knot pulsed with Adrien’s heartbeat. Heath wrapped his arms around Adrien’s smaller body and clung to him like a raft as the knotting phase persisted.

The pleasure came in waves, a fast tide of orgasms that left his legs numb and his balls aching. Heath chuckled into Adrien’s sweat-damp hair. It was only the first knot of the heat; what pleasure was still ahead for them. Adrien lay beneath him, still and quiet, his legs twitching from time to time and his cock sending out a small gush occasionally. His breath came in shallow,

panicked gasps, and his body felt tight as a spring in Heath’s arms.

Dragging himself out of his knotting-stupor, Heath said, “Just breathe.

This lasts a long time. Enjoy it.”

“How?” Adrien whispered.

“Isn’t my knot pressing your prostate?”

“Yes, sir,” Adrien agreed.

“Doesn’t it feel good?”

“It does…but, I’m scared, sir.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“I’m…”Adrien cleared his throat and then gasped as a bolt of pleasure seemed to distract him for a moment. “I feel trapped,” he finally said. “It scares me that I’m stuck here.”

Heath kissed the back of the boy’s neck, cuddling him to try to calm him down. “This is just the start, little one. When it’s all said and done, I’ll knot you like this upward of fifteen times. Trust me. You’re safe. Relax and enjoy this connection with the father of your child.”

Adrien shivered against him. “You’re so sure I’ll fall pregnant?”

“I demand it.” The floor dug into his knees and hips, and he noticed that Adrien’s face was a bit smashed against the floorboards in their current position. He carefully slipped his arms under Adrien again and rolled them so that Adrien’s head rested on Heath’s forearm and not the hard floor.

The movement pushed his knot into Adrien’s prostate, though, and the boy cried out as he came again. His ass milking Heath’s knot made him groan and bite down on the tendon between Adrien’s shoulder and neck as he shot more cum into the boy’s womb.

When the new shock had passed, Adrien relaxed in his arms. His body was warm and fit against Heath’s perfectly. He fought the urge to cuddle him closer, to kiss the nape of his neck, and to pretend he was Nathan.

Adrien asked, uncertainly, “Sir? Are we allowed to be friends? Or do we just…fuck?”

Heath bit down a chuckle. There went the idea of pretending he was Nathan. He sounded far too innocent and confused for that. Nathan would never have called him ‘sir’ in all seriousness. What a darling omega he had hold of, so young and sweet. Though not quite trusting. He nuzzled the back of Adrien’s neck. He sighed when he realized what he’d done. Just a heat crush. Make it a transaction. “As the heat comes on harder, you’ll find there

are fewer lulls between the intense periods of need—”

“You mean it gets more intense than this?” Adrien gasped.

Good God, who had failed to teach this boy the basics? Heath blinked back his surprise, but then ran a calming hand over Adrien’s flanks and said as matter-of-factly as possible, “It does. Eventually it’s all this—for a day or so. And you don’t know up from down, or if you’re hungry or thirsty. All you are is sensation and pleasure and orgasm.”

“Fuck,” Adrien hissed. “I don’t know if I’ll survive it. Uh, sir.”

“I’ve never known an omega to die from it yet,” Heath said, kissing the back of Adrien’s neck again. “Not if their alpha makes sure they stay hydrated.”

Adrien licked his lips. “I am a little thirsty. Sir. Sorry, I meant to say sir.”

“Once my knot goes down, I’ll get you food and water, and see you safely to the bed. You don’t have to call me sir.”

“I don’t?”

“No.” Heath didn’t find it nearly as appealing without the sneer and smirk Nathan had given it. It just made him feel sad, like Adrien wasn’t connecting to him the way he should—especially for his first season.

“What should I call you then?”

“You can call me Heath.”

“Heath…” Adrien sighed and said it again. “I like that.”

Heath said nothing, unwilling to admit even to himself that Adrien’s words pleased him.

“Is it common to end up on the floor like this?” Adrien asked after a few long minutes.

Heath shrugged. “Alphas have different ways of doing things.”

The shrug set off another spasm in Adrien. He hunched back on Heath’s cock, clenching and whimpering. “This is so embarrassing,” he said once he finally stopped coming again.

“Is it?” Heath pondered the thought. He supposed it must be odd to be so vulnerable and raw, pinned like a bug on a stranger’s cock.

“I can’t stop coming. And I don’t…I don’t even know you.”

He’d been right then. That’s what it was all about. “You know that I’m an alpha and you’re an omega. We come together like this and create life.

There’s little else to it.”

Adrien shivered and said nothing. He relaxed in Heath’s arms after a bit,

and they lay on the hard floor together waiting. Adrien drowsed and Heath took the time to really study his profile. His long, straight nose was handsome, and so like Nathan’s. His blond lashes lay on his cheek, a brighter gold than Nathan’s had been. That was one of the few differences. Adrien’s build was so like his omega father’s had been that, if Heath closed his eyes, he could almost fool his heart into believing he held Nathan in his arms.

Except for the scent. Which was entirely different but not at all repellent.

Adrien’s scent was…delicious even. In its own way. A fruity sort of musk combined with his own spunk and the sweetness of Adrien’s slick.

Eventually, his knot began to recede, and when it was completely gone, he tugged out of Adrien’s body, waking the boy with the odd sensation of a giant cock leaving his gaping ass.

Adrien hissed and doubled over.

“Cramps,” Heath explained. “I stretched your insides with the knot. It’s hard for your body to adjust. Just breathe through it.”

Then he rose and went into the bedroom, leaving Adrien on the floor, breath hitching with the cramping pain. He returned and knelt by Adrien’s side and slid a thick rubber plug into him.

Adrien groaned and twitched. “What’s…?”

“To hold you open so my entry is easier next time, and to keep my semen inside you to increase the chances of pregnancy. Also to reduce cramping.”

Adrien trembled on the floor for a few seconds, but when Heath stood and reached down to help Adrien up, his hand gripped Heath’s solidly.

On his feet again, Adrien looked healthy enough, but a little thin. His skin was taut over his muscles, showing off every tendon and bulge. Heath had heard the boy’s aesthetic called ‘stringy,’ but he ideally preferred a man with a little more flesh under his skin. Still, something about Adrien’s body and form called to Heath on a primal level—he ached to keep the boy safe, to feed him delicious foods and plump him up, and to fill him with his cock.

And most of all to see him birth Heath’s children.

What had started as a desire to join his genes with Nathan’s was morphing, even after only this first fuck, to include a desire to see what Adrien himself might offer as a man, omega, and father. Heath squeezed his eyes shut. Ridiculous heat crush! He’d fight against it, but there was only so much he could do. Biology was a strict commander until the rush of heat was over.

Heath shook his head softly to dislodge unwarranted, heat-induced romantic thoughts before leading Adrien through to the bedroom. He flipped on the lamp by the bed, keeping the room dim, so that Adrien wouldn’t be distracted from the otherworldly heat-dream that often overtook omegas and helped them relax when the lust gripped them hard.

“Climb in,” he said, holding up the covers and gesturing toward the fresh sheets on the mattress. He’d put them on himself in preparation for their time together. According to the stories of old, it was the little things between alphas and omegas, like clean sheets and preparing food and water, which promoted an emotional attachment and thus improved the receptivity of an omega’s womb. Scientifically, he knew that an omega could still be impregnated, emotional attachment or not, and originally he’d been determined to resist any such connection. But he also knew culture and biology both worked together to the benefit of a conceived child, and that included engaging the caring, protective, even possessive instinct of the alpha.

Yes, he was aware of all of this intellectually, but he was still surprised to find himself following instinct in such a blind way.

Adrien blinked toward the dim shadows and then obeyed Heath, sliding between the covers with a whimpering sigh. The scent of their sweat and cum transferred from Adrien’s body to the bed, and it rose from the sheets as Heath fluffed them. His cock twitched, interest reignited, and he hoped Adrien’s next wave of lust hit soon.

In the meantime, though, food and water were a must.

Leaving Adrien stunned and exhausted in bed, he went to the small kitchen, donned an apron, and checked the soup on the stove. It was a hearty meat stew with chunky vegetables that his grandfather had always prepared for his omegas during breeding, and Heath had twelve uncles, so it must provide sufficient nourishment. His own father had stuck to only one omega, married him, endured years of unhappy marriage, and had only two sons, but that had been their choice.

After filling a bowl, he brought it in to Adrien, along with a giant tumbler of water. Climbing carefully onto the bed next to his wide-eyed young purchase, he ordered him to sit up and eat.

Adrien’s hands shook enough that the stew slopped a bit, and so, frowning, Heath took over. He fed him spoonful after spoonful, staring at his

lips glistening with the greasy stew and listening for his soft sounds of satisfaction.

“This is good, Heath,” Adrien murmured.

Heath said nothing in reply. He grew harder, his apron tenting, as he watched Adrien’s throat bob with each swallow, and he imagined the heat of the boy’s plump lips against his skin and the spasm of his throat around his cock.

When he was through and the bowl put away, Adrien sipped water greedily, a sheen of nervous, yearning energy glimmering over him. Heath sat beside him, staring at him, marking all the ways he was like Nathan and all the ways he was different. Same mouth, same forehead and chin, but the color of his hair was more golden than wheat, and the color of his eyes were brown rather than the pure, crystal blue of Nathan’s.

The similarities were comforting, like coming home to a warm blanket and comfortable bed after traveling far into the harsh world. But the differences were arousing. A newness that tingled in his balls and made him want to fuck Adrien again and knot him for hours. He hadn’t expected that.

“Am I allowed to talk?” Adrien whispered, glancing anxiously toward Heath. “Or is this just a thing where we fuck and you knock me up, and once I give birth we go about our lives like we never met?”

“You can talk,” Heath said, curious what this son of Nathan’s would say next. Already, his first few sentences were surprisingly Nathan-like: bright, curious, and a little challenging. He’d been so passive until now that Heath had started to wonder if any of Nathan’s damnable fire had passed down to him.

“I know nothing about you…” Adrien trailed off, the directness Heath had just admired disappearing behind a blush and embarrassed eyes that couldn’t meet Heath’s own. “I don’t know anything at all.”

“And yet you just experienced the most raw and vulnerable hours of your life with me,” Heath offered. He reached between Adrien’s legs and touched the plug there.

Adrien shuddered.

“And my cum is in your womb as we speak.”

“Yes.”

“And you will likely carry my child.”

“All of that, yes.” Adrien’s throat clicked as he swallowed anxiously. “I’d

feel better about all of this if I knew more about who you are. I didn’t plan…” He wiped a trembling hand over his mouth and started again. “I didn’t plan to auction my heat to the highest bidder. All my life I’d imagined that when the time came, I’d be in a relationship with a man who could take care of it for me, out of love and caring.”

Heath said nothing. He didn’t know why Adrien didn’t have a man like that if that was what he truly wanted. Alphas were eager to commit to an omega because it took the pressure off them for child care. It was in their nature, their instincts, to fall for the men who submitted to them so joyfully.

It was always omegas who wanted their freedom.

His Nathan had never wanted a full commitment—he’d always loved his independence and reveled in the fact that selling his heats could fund that kind of life for him—free from responsibilities of children or running a house. It hadn’t occurred to Heath that Adrien’s motivations might be different.

“I didn’t want to think about it…about this,” Adrien went on, gesturing between them. “It was easier to put my schooling and work first and ignore that eventually I’d have to make a choice.”

Heath remained silently surprised. Nathan would never have ignored an opportunity to make money, or to use his status as an omega near heat to gain entrance to society he might otherwise have been denied. Heath tried to imagine an omega with other feelings, other perspectives.

“You were afraid?” Heath asked.

Adrien nodded. “I don’t know much about heat, or, well, the rest of it. My father…” He trailed off. “I never knew my omega parent.”

Heath nodded. He brushed the hair back from Adrien’s sweaty forehead and trailed a finger down his cheek. Adrien didn’t flinch or move away from him, which softened Heath even more, and the heat crush intensified with Adrien’s every unexpected word. Surprise was Heath’s weakness—Nathan had always kept him guessing, shocking him at every turn. And now his son was doing the same thing—though in a completely contradictory manner.