Xan’s lashes fluttered and he groaned. “I’m going to come in my pants if you say things like that.”
“You smell so good,” Urho whispered, leaning close and nuzzling the sweaty place behind Xan’s ear, overcome with the urge to cover Xan and protect him. To make him smell like Urho’s own come and saliva and skin. To mark him as his own for all to scent and know. “I want to suck you and taste your juices again.”
Xan turned to Urho, kissing him quickly.
The night dissolved once more into lust and madness. Any attempts at holding a reasonable conversation were lost in a lush raft of scents, skin, and desire. Urho sucked Xan’s cock, and allowed Xan to drain his dick again too. His balls ached like when he was a newly imprinted youngster and he’d fucked Riki for days upon days. He stroked Xan’s hair as the boy swallowed his come again, gazing up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, begging for Urho’s approval.
“Good boy,” he whispered, his voice slurring with satisfied lust and exhaustion. “Such a good boy.”
Xan buried his head in Urho’s lap and kissed his softening cock. “Are we lovers, Urho?” he asked tremulously.
“We’re lovers,” Urho agreed, the weight of the words shaking him to the core. “My beautiful one. My alpha-shaped omega. My lover.”
Xan quivered and a sob burst free. Urho hushed him and fed him cock again, petting his head as Xan suckled him gently and cried.
Somehow it felt holy.
CHAPTER NINE
The sun roseon Urho wrapped around Xan in a soft bed covered by a canopy and warm, wooden furniture. He blinked into the sunlight, lazy satisfaction shifting into confusion and then dismay that he’d somehow spent the night in Xan’s home, lost in pleasure and flesh, feeding on Xan’s small noises and salty tears. The lingering scent of their combined pleasure smothered him, and he threw back the covers, eyes sharp and throat dry, searching for the bathroom.
Xan groaned and slept on, his dark lashes pressed against his sleep-pale cheeks, and his red mouth open and wet with drool. The formerly livid bruises on his face, back, and ribs were now shaded green and yellow. Urho remembered how heedless he’d been of them last night, and the way Xan hadn’t complained in the least. Either the boy enjoyed pain or was willing to endure it in exchange for pleasure. Urho cleared his throat, but Xan only whimpered in his sleep and drowsed on.
After pissing in the attached bathroom, Urho pulled on his clothes from the day before, buttoning up his shirt slowly, staring at the young man in the bed, trying to make his life fit back into shapes he understood. Unable to make that happen, he finally stepped up to the bed, smoothed Xan’s hair off his forehead and kissed him there.
A warmth he’d almost forgotten, a kind of joy and peace combined, creeped through him. He might not know the future, but this moment of staring at this beautiful man was his forever. He didn’t regret it.
Leaving the room and shutting the door carefully behind him, he set out toward the front of the house, uncertain if he was on his way out or simply looking for some kind of breakfast. He only knew he was too restless, rushing with anticipation and dosed with a liberal amount of shock, to sit still.
The stairs led to the front hall and two beta servants stood whispering by the door. When the saw him, their faces shuttered neutrally and the one called Ren stepped forward asking, politely, “Sir, would you like your coat and hat? Or are you going to be joining Mr. Riggs for breakfast?”
Urho opened his mouth to ask for his things, but then his stomach rumbled. The last food he’d eaten had been the soup Jason had forced into him, and he’d been pretty physically active since then. Besides, he supposed that facing Caleb bravely and alone, rather than running off like he was ashamed, was the least he could do after the generosity Caleb had shown last night in discovering him naked with Xan.
His neck felt hot as he said, “Perhaps some breakfast.”
“This way, sir.” Ren motioned him toward a room beside the kitchen Urho remembered from parties. It wasn’t the large dining room or the ballroom used for dancing, but a small morning room with a table that, during parties, was laden with appetizers and sweets.
Now it held only Caleb, sitting in a white robe with messy blond hair and a hint of what looked like silver glitter on his eyelashes. Urho hadn’t noticed it the night before, but it sparkled in the morning sun when Caleb lifted his eyes and broke into a pleasant, if somewhat reserved, smile. He put aside the newspaper he’d been reading and gestured at the table.
“I apologize if—”
“Of course not,” Caleb interrupted, as he was wont to do. “Please join me. Have a seat. Xan sleeps late typically, something that will have to change in Virona.” He picked up a piece of toast and slathered it with marmalade, closing his eyes as he took a bite and hummed. “The perfect flavor. Do you like marmalade?” He motioned toward the half-empty jar on the white tablecloth.
“Occasionally.”
“It’s my favorite,” Caleb said, smiling as he chewed. He nodded at the beta servants, and a steaming plate of bacon, eggs, and potatoes was placed in front of Urho.
“Usually Xan just has some hair of the dog if he’s been drinking the night before, or a bowl of oatmeal, but I thought you might want something that would stick to your strong bones.” Caleb pushed a strand of chin-length blond hair away from his mouth and took another bite of his marmalade toast.
Urho smiled at the beta servant who disappeared shortly after verifying that Urho had everything he needed. “You have a lot of servants here,” he commented, more accustomed to the three servants at his home and none at Vale and Jason’s. Yosef and Rosen, both betas, didn’t hire servants, either.
Caleb nodded. “I admit I like being spoiled. When I was quite young, my family had a fairly decent fortune, but you may have heard from rumors past that my father lost it all.”
“Cocaine. And the resulting poor choices.”
Caleb raised a brow at Urho’s boldness in saying the words out loud, but said only, “Exactly,” before stuffing his mouth with more toast.
“I have a few servants, but my Riki was a private type and he liked to take care of me himself.”
