5. Milo
5
MILO
D espite my nerves and the fact that I’d woken up feeling…
weird, almost like I did the few days before my heat, my meeting with Matteo Marsh had been a success.
He’d agreed to do a show at my gallery, and we’d spent the better part of the morning hammering out all the details.
The second I left Matteo and Charlie’s little blue bungalow, I called Noah.
“I’m so proud of you, Milo. I knew you could do it.” Like it always did, his subtle praise made me light up inside.
There was something about Noah that settled me and made me feel whole in the best possible way.
Which was a problem.
While the meeting with Matteo had been a professional success, it had been a personal punch in the gut.
Seeing Matteo with his son, Morgan, had made me ache for a baby of my own, for a family of my own.
With Noah.
Since I’d left Matteo’s, I couldn’t get the idea of Noah as my alpha out of my head, and with every fantasy that flitted through my head, my skin felt tighter, and my hole felt more empty, craving Noah’s cock in a way that made me ache for him down to my bones.
Noah had insisted on taking me out to celebrate, and by the time I got to the cute little restaurant on the water that he’d chosen, I was leaking slick and my cock was half-hard.
It really felt like I was days away from going into heat even though my heat wasn’t due for another few months.
I was antsy and kept squirming in my seat, trying to get comfortable when all I really wanted was to go home and ride the biggest dildo I had until I came screaming Noah’s name.
Noah had also insisted on ordering a bottle of champagne, a glass of which he now held up in a toast.
“To your first show!” He clinked his glass against mine, and we both took a sip, the bubbles immediately going to my head.
“I know it’s going to be amazing because you’re amazing.”
His praise filled me up and patched the holes in my self-confidence.
It also made me crazy horny, and there was no way Noah couldn’t smell my arousal, but because Noah was a gentleman and an amazing friend, he hadn’t said anything.
At some point during dinner, I’d made peace with the inevitable.
My heat was coming early, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The stress of the move and the pressure of getting the gallery ready to go, plus the meeting with Matteo must have thrown my body off somehow, and now, I was probably only a day or two away.
It was a mistake to be having dinner with Noah.
I should have told him what was going on and taken a rain check on the celebration until after my heat was over.
Sitting here, breathing in his alpha pheromones when I was already pretty damn sure I was already in love with him—when I was pretty damn sure he was meant to be mine—was a lesson in torture.
I pushed the food around on my plate, taking just enough bites to keep Noah from noticing that I wasn’t really eating, but I had a feeling I was doing a shitty job of playing it cool.
He kept studying me over his plate, his eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure out the best way to call me on my bullshit.
When the server cleared away our dishes, mine still mostly full, Noah smiled at me.
“The key lime pie here is the best. You’ve gotta try it. Do you want to split a piece?”
I nodded because I didn’t trust myself to open my mouth without begging him to lay me out on the table and fuck me until I couldn’t stand.
Conversation between us faded to nothing, and when the server brought out a huge slice of pie covered in a mountain of toasted meringue, I was sweating and starting to tremble with need.
I had miscalculated.
My heat was starting.
Now.
Noah dug his fork into the slice of pie we were supposed to be sharing and brought the bite to his mouth.
He slid the fork inside, and I felt a moan reverberate in my chest as he closed his eyes and pulled the fork from between his plush, kissable lips.
His tongue darted out to lick the last of the meringue from the tines, and a gush of slick pulsed from my hole.
Noah’s eyes snapped open, noticing my white-knuckled grip on the tablecloth.
“Milo? Are you okay?”
I stood quickly, feeling slick slide down my inner thighs.
“I have to go. Right now. I’m sorry.”
“Milo—“ Noah called after me, but I was almost running as I bolted from the restaurant, need cresting within me.
I needed to feel full.
I needed an alpha’s cock, his knot.
It was Noah’s cock, his knot, that I craved.
But how could I ask him for what I needed without ruining everything?
Tears slid down my cheeks as my feet pounded the pavement, carrying me toward my house as fast as I could go with my cock hard and aching between my legs and my hole dripping and begging to be stretched around a fat alpha knot.
“Milo, wait!” Footsteps sounded on the sidewalk behind me, but I didn’t slow down.
“Milo!” Noah’s hand wrapped around my bicep, pulling me to a halt, and I couldn’t resist.
His fingers on my skin felt too good.
I wanted to feel them everywhere—on me, inside me, stroking my dick.
“Noah.” His name came out on a plaintive whine, and I threw myself into his arms.
He caught me and buried his nose in my neck, a primal growl vibrating through his chest.
“I’ve got you, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“You, Noah. I need you. I need your cock. Please.”
Noah’s eyes went wide, but there was fire in their depths as he held me against him, his fingers already slipping under the waistband of my pants, his fingers skimming the top of my crease.
“Milo, I want you so goddamn bad and not just because you’re in heat. I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you on the dock. You’re mine. I know you are, but I need you to understand that if we do this, there is no going back for me. If you let me come inside you, I won’t ever be able to let you go.”
My cock jumped at his words, precum leaking from the tip and wetting the front of my pants.
God, I wanted him.
A wanton moan slid from my lips.
“Oh, baby. That’s not enough. I need you to tell me you understand that if we do this it’s forever. If that’s not what you want, I’ll help you get home, but I’ll leave. I’ll bring over food later, but I won’t stay. I’ll give you space.”
“No! I want you, Noah. I need you. It’s been the same for me. I’ve known you were mine since the moment we met and I breathed in your scent. I’ve been hurt before, and I was afraid to hope, but I want this to be forever.”
And then his lips were on mine and he’d hoisted me into his strong arms.
I had no idea where we were going, but I didn’t care.
It felt too good to be held like I was something precious.
The early evening sun disappeared, and with my lips still on Noah’s, I opened my eyes.
He had taken us down a small alley between two buildings.
“What are you doing?” My words were a groan that brushed across his lips.
“I’m going to take the edge off for you, then we’re going to your house, and I’m going to lay you out and lick up all the slick dripping from your pretty little hole. Will you let me do that, Milo? Will you be good for me?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please. I’ll be so good.”
He backed me up against the wall of one of the buildings and set me on my feet just enough to open my pants.
He freed his own cock, and when I got my first look at it I gasped.
“Oh my god.”
Noah smirked, the expression possessive and a little feral.
“First time seeing a stingray shifter cock?”
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry.
The base of Noah’s cock was thick, but halfway up the shaft his cock spilt in two, both sides heavily veined with a slit at the end.
There was no discernible separation between the head and the rest of the shaft, and my mouth watered wondering what it would be like to take him between my lips.
Would it be like sucking two cocks at once?
Oh fuck, that was hot.
“I promise you’re going to love it. And when I knot you, it’s going to feel so good.”
“Yes. I need it, Noah.”
“I know, baby.”
Instead of bending me over and taking my ass right there in the small alley, he moved in close, his cock brushing against mine.
The sensation made my eyes roll back in my head and my hole leak slick, but it wasn’t enough.
I was about to open my mouth to beg for more when Noah’s hand slid down the back of my pants, his fingers circling my hole.
Before I could rock back on his hand and fuck myself on his fingers, he was gone.
A second later, a wet palm wrapped around both our cocks, and I cried out in relief.
Noah stroked us quickly, the feel of his split cock wrapped around mine driving me to the edge at breakneck speed.
In minutes, my cock erupted painting Noah’s fingers and our dicks with my release.
“That’s it, baby. Mm, you’re so good for me. Look at how pretty your cum looks on my cock.”
I glanced down between us to watch Noah spread the pearly white of my release over both our cocks, making them glisten in the fading evening light.
Despite my orgasm, my cock was still rock hard, and Noah continued to jack us together.
His breathing went ragged and he buried his face against my neck, his teeth grazing along the tendon between my shoulder and neck, and I exploded again, slick gushing from my hole at the same time Noah’s cock swelled and he came.
I let my head fall back against the wall, momentarily sated, the scent of Noah’s cum in my nose and the feel of his teeth on my skin.
He gave me a second to come down from the high, gently stroking us together until I relaxed and opened my eyes.
He held my gaze as he brought his hand, sticky with our combined cum and my slick to my mouth.
“I want you to taste us, baby. Lick my hand clean.”
My knees, which were already weak, threatened to give out, but Noah’s strong body held me up as I laved his palm and fingers with my tongue, cleaning every bit of our flavor away.
And god, we tasted good together.
Noah groaned as I hummed around his fingers.
“You’re mine, Milo. All mine. Let’s get you home.”