Chapter 7 Aaron
AARON
“I have to go.” I push to my feet.
“No, please. Please don’t go. Please.” His breath comes quicker, eyelids fluttering. “Pumpkin.”
The word snaps something open in me. The rest of the world narrows to this bathroom, the two of us, the way he looks at me with raw hunger and need.
“Baby, I can’t. Not right now.” I smoothe hair from his face, loving the way he presses against my palm.
“But—”
“We’re Fated. That means I can get you pregnant even though you’re human. If you really want my knot, I need to go buy some condoms. Unless you’re ready for kids.”
His breath continues to quicken.
“Darlin’, breathe with me. Slow. Slow.” I keep my eyes on him, watching as he calms despite the spike of his Heat coursing through him.
Sweat beads on his brow. “I can suck you off, then you can go during the next lull.” He grimaces and reaches for a toy as he yanks away the towel covering his lower half. “I need you. Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin.” He chants the word. His cock is so hard, my mouth waters.
The thick scent of his slick and pheromones chokes the air. I breathe it in deeply, wanting it to fill my lungs. “Okay.” I drop my robe as I stand. “How do you want me? And no riding my cock until we get condoms. Not that I’m against kids. I want at least one—”
“Get in here. Straddle my chest. Choke me with your cock.”
I let out a strangled sound and assess the size of the tub. We should just fit. I slide into the tub, knee to knee, thigh to thigh. But instead of pulling me into position, his hands roam my body.
His lips find my throat, desperate. His hands skim my chest, nails scoring over my pecs. “Touch me,” he begs.
“Whatever you need, darlin’. Whatever you want.” My hand cups his balls and he cries out. Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him.
I slide an arm behind his head, cradle him, and he shudders. The nest is a riot of textures: terry towel, cotton, the warmth of his skin, the scratch of his stubble. His hands are everywhere—on my chest, hips. He bucks against my abs, damn near coming instantly when he does. He’s gorgeous.
His scent is blinding and fogs all thoughts from my brain, other than wanting to take him.
But I hold back, not wanting to knot him until we have condoms. I don’t want him having regrets taking my knot bare in the heat of the moment.
No consequences when he hadn’t planned on having an Alpha help him through his Heat.
“Fuck me, please. Please. Pumpkin. Pumpkin.”
My hand jerks our cocks together until he blows. He grips my biceps so hard I’m sure there will be bruises, but I don’t care. I’m close to my own orgasm and angle to come over his face. He grabs my thighs and pulls me closer until his tongue darts out to lick at my tip.
It takes everything in me not to press in, make him choke on my cock. But he does it to himself. He takes more and more until I warn him. And he greedily sucks down every drop I give him.
My legs wobble and I drop to the side of the tub, hoping not to crush him under my weight.
I lose track of how many times he comes—in my hand, against my thigh, across my abs, how many times he sobs out my name and begs for my knot. But I can’t give him the one thing he needs.
Not yet. The world narrows to his body moving against mine, to slick and heat and the need to anchor him through each wave of pleasure and pain. Hours pass and I can’t bring myself to leave him to bring him more sustenance.
Finally, the wave crests and passes. He falls into me, heavy and panting, damp hair stuck to his brow. “Sorry,” he slurs as tears run down his cheeks. “Sorry.”
I pull him close and breathe into his hair. “Do not be sorry.” It’s me that’s sorry for holding back.
He presses his face to my chest and sighs. “I hate how needy I am.”
“I personally think it’s hot as fuck,” I say, and I mean it. I smoothe a hand down his back. “I love it when my partners are loud. Makes me feel accomplished.”
He snorts and meets my gaze. He really is so beautiful like this.
“You really don’t mind?” The words are so soft I strain to hear him.
“I really, really love vocal partners.” I cup his cheek and want to lean in for a kiss, but refrain.
His expression shifts, a mix of surprise and something deeper flickering in his gaze. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely. Every sound you make tells me how good you’re feeling. It’s not just about me. It’s about us. I want to know what gets you there.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “You’re beautiful in your vulnerability, Pax. It’s part of what draws me to you.”
He swallows hard, the tension in his body easing just a fraction. “I’ve never felt comfortable being vulnerable like this, especially around an Alpha.” His eyes dart to the side, a hint of embarrassment creeping back in.
“Hey.” I lift his chin with my fingers, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You’re safe here. I promise. You can be however you need to be with me. That’s what being Fated is about, right?”
The heat in the air thickens as he searches my eyes, and I can see the battle within him—between his desires and the fear of surrendering to them.
I want to guide him through this, to show him that it’s okay to embrace every part of himself, especially the parts that society might deem “too needy” or “too much.”
“Okay,” he finally breathes, a tremor of relief mingling with hunger in his voice. “But you have to promise to be patient with me.”
“Always, baby.” I lean in, brushing my lips against his forehead, then his cheek, teasing him with the promise of more. “Now, let’s see how loud I can make you.”
With that, I move my hand again, teasing him, building him up as I watch his body respond. His breath hitches, and I can feel him getting closer, the tension coiling like a spring within him.
“C’mon, Pax. Let me hear you,” I say softly, my voice almost a growl as I stroke him, feeling every pulsing inch of him in my palm.
He gasps lost in the waves of pleasure. “I can’t… I can’t hold back…”
“Don’t,” I urge. “Let it all go.”
His body shudders as the wave crashes over him, a beautiful symphony of moans and gasps escaping his lips as he releases. I keep my pace steady, squeezing him just right, coaxing out every last drop as he rides the high.
“Gods, Aaron!” he cries, and the way my name sounds on his lips sends a thrill down my spine. I want to hear more.
I’ve never felt so alive, so connected to someone, and the heat pooling in my belly ignites further.
When he finally collapses against me, panting and spent, I cradle him close, feeling his heartbeat slow to a calmer rhythm against my chest.
“See? Not so bad being needy,” I tease, my fingers gently stroking through his hair.
“I guess not,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with emotion. “But there’s more. I want… I need more from you, Alpha.”
His eyes glint with a mix of mischief and determination, and I can feel the tide of my own desire rising again. “And you’ll get it. Just let me take care of you.”
He nods, his smile softening my heart, and as we share this moment of intimacy, I know we’re just getting started.
“Now, about those condoms…” I murmur, forcing us both back to reality, even as my body hums with anticipation.
Pax chuckles. “Yeah, I think we really need those.”