Jason murmured and soothed, tears pricking his own eyes as Vale screamed and shook, convulsing in horrific torment on Jason’s hand. And then, finally, after far too long and way too much anguish, Vale fell back on the mattress in a swoon, releasing his grip around Jason’s arm. Jason slowly, carefully pulled his hand free. A wealth of sweet-smelling slick rushed after it. He sat at the foot of the bed forlornly, watching as Vale’s unconscious and now very pale form sucked in harsh, stuttery breaths—his limbs still twitching in pain.
“I’m sorry,” Jason whispered, though Vale couldn’t hear him. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He grabbed the first of the two condoms. He tore open the packet and gasped. The condom inside was dry and flaky. He pulled it free, and it fell apart in his fingers. “No, no, no.”
He ripped open the second condom, and horror clogged his throat as it also came apart in his hands. The packages indicated that the condoms were six years old, and the material used wasn’t meant to last longer than three. He threw the wrappers across the room, a scream of dread and grief forcing its way from his mouth.
Vale twitched and moaned. Jaw tight, and the hand of fear squeezing his heart, Jason climbed up the bed to lay where Vale could see him when he woke. He stroked Vale’s cheek gently, and whenfinallyVale did open his eyes, Jason almost started crying. He had failed hisÉrosgápe. He’d failed Vale. And it hurt so much to witness the wash of relief in Vale’s eyes as he saw him.
“Thank wolf-god, Jason,” Vale rasped. “I need you. It hurts so much. I can’t take it. Help me. Please.”
“Shh, baby. You don’t have to beg.” Jason felt like a liar saying that, though, because he’d already made Vale beg, and then been forced to watch him suffer. To scream and twist in pain—to convulse with agony instead of pleasure. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t watch another second of it, couldn’t listen to that pain. He was weak. He was too soft for that. “Vale…”
“Jason, please help me.”
“Baby, the condoms—”
“I don’t care,” Vale said. “I don’t care anymore. Just please make it stop.” His eyes filled with tears. “I can’t do it. I’m too old to handle it. I’m scared.”
Jason’s throat closed. No more. No more of that. He climbed between Vale’s legs and positioned his hard, dripping cock. He was too frightened and numb even to feel the pleasure when he first pressed in, though the heat and friction soothed the part of him that needed this, too.
“Ohhhhh, yessssss,” Vale hissed as Jason forced his cock past the swollen slick glands and over his prostate. Vale’s eyes rolled up, and he smiled in relief as he felt the familiar length and breadth of Jason’s cock. His legs trembled around Jason’s waist, and his passage rippled with an orgasm. “Darling, yes, oh, thank you.Thank you.”
Jason buried his head against Vale’s neck, breathing in his scent, tears pricking his eyes. He’d betrayed Vale. He was condomless and on the verge of doing something neither of them had ever wanted, something Vale had almost walked away from their special bond to avoid—he was about to breed his omega.
Jason whimpered, horrified by the smell of Vale’s pain laced with need and lust, and when Vale began to twist with the beginnings of pain again, he began to thrust determinedly. Wolf-god, this wasn’t how he’d ever dreamed of this moment—raw and sweet inside Vale’s heat-open body. But it was the only way. He couldn’t let Vale suffer for a moment more.
The heat of Vale’s body grew intense, and the grip of his passage so strong and perfect. Friction mounted—his cock massaged by swollen slick glands, and the convulsions of Vale’s inner walls as he obtained pleasure after pleasure, orgasms rolling through him with the ease of all omegas in heat. Jason knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, either. He didn’t even want to. He’d made Vale wait far too long already, let him hurt, and he wasn’t going to allow him to ache for a moment more.
“Please! Knot me,” Vale groaned, lifting his ass to capture Jason’s cock with every desperate thrust. “I want it. I want itso much, darling. Please. Oh,please.”
The begging was more than Jason could take, and he held Vale’s lithe body tight as he rutted into him, fast, hard, delirious, and without any care now except to get his knot.
Vale’s wails of pleasure rose around him, and the shudders of his body were all ecstasy and bliss. Jason rode Vale’s convulsions easily before shoving deep inside. He yelled as the head of his cock pushed past the clingy, soft mouth of Vale’s womb, and the violent understanding that he was flesh-to-flesh, cock-to-womb in Vale’s body rocked him to the core. His cockhead massaged by the strong convulsions of Vale’s muscled womb, Jason unloaded wad after wad of thick semen with a shout of pleasure.
Vale cried out, too, reaching down to hold Jason’s ass and drag him in as deeply as possible. His own orgasms ravaged him—womb and anal and penile all at once. Cum burst from his cock to paint his and Jason’s stomachs and chests. All his muscles tensed and released in pulsing rhythm. Vale was wild with pleasure, and he screamed with joy. The delicious burst of Vale’s pheromones responding to Jason’s knotting scents filled Jason’s nose and reassured him that the cries were sheer bliss, not a return of the pain.
Jason’s knot grew quickly, locking them together, and he groaned as it filled up Vale’s muscled passage. Vale’s internal spasms gripped his knot and forced him to release jet after jet of cum right into Vale’s fertile womb.
Jason quaked and quivered, losing himself in the perfection of coming inside hisÉrosgápe—of joining himself with Vale, and the knowledge that he was truly, for the first time, naked inside his womb. When Jason came back from that mind-blowing high, reality hit him like a train. The panic of what might happen next replaced the bliss of joining. Trembling overtook him, and he willed his knot to go down so that he could withdraw and wash the semen from Vale’s body. But to no avail. They were together until his body let them release, and by then…
Vale’s fingers gently stroked his back. Jason stayed buried deep in Vale’s womb, feeling the twitching of it around his cockhead, and the trembling of Vale’s passage on his knot. He became aware of Vale’s stillness beneath him, the realization of what had taken place evident in Vale’s slight tension and silence.
“I’m sorry,” Jason finally whispered, unable to get enough words around the violent lump in his throat to say more, to explain about the condoms, to beg Vale to forgive him.
“I’m not,” Vale murmured. “You feel so beautiful. I never thought I’d feel this—the heat of your cum in my womb, the softness of your flesh in mine.”
Jason collapsed against Vale, his knot swollen, and he bit at Vale’s shoulders, trying to hold back his tears, but they came anyway. Sobs ripped out of him like torn hunks of his flesh, and each jolt of his heartbreak rubbed his knot inside Vale’s sensitive body and sent him into spasms of pleasure.
Beneath him, breathless and shaking, Vale wrapped his arms around Jason, brushing soothing strokes down his back. “Baby alpha, you have to be strong for me. We havedaysof this left.”
Jason nodded against Vale’s shoulder, tears still leaking from his eyes as he lifted up and peered down into Vale’s face. “I have you, Vale. Don’t be scared.”
Vale touched his face, wiping the tears off his cheek. “Yes, you’ve got me. And I’m not scared, I promise.” He smiled sweetly. “I’m with you.”
Jason broke down again, his sobs once again sending Vale into a frenzy of physical pleasure. “Oh, wolf-god, Jason, I can’t stop. I’m sorry. Just…oh, oooohhhh.”
It took long minutes before Jason could get his heart in enough check that Vale could finally calm on his knot again. Eyes glassy with pleasure and exhaustion, Vale gazed up at him when the sobs receded. He reached up and wiped at the tears leaking down Jason’s face. “Don’t cry, darling. What’s done is done. Let’s enjoy this since we can’t stop it.”
