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.