Ulric followed his stare. “Did we even... go upstairs? Did you hit the button for our floor?”
“I thought I did.” Gage tried not to adjust his too-tight pants. “Did we make out for so long that the elevator went back down?”
“We must’ve.” Ulric huffed, his cheeks faintly pink. “Oops?”
Except the desire in his eyes far outweighed his amusement. He stared at Gage, as though he might pounce on Gage the next moment, and tear his pants right off. Here. In the lobby.
“Keep this clean,” Gage murmured, hitting the elevator call button. “At least, until we get to our room.”
“What part of this is clean?” Ulric’s stare dropped to Gage’s hips. “You’re a second from ripping your pants.”
Gage shoved down his bulge. They were both indecent right now, their cocks straining, musk wafting off them like they were in some sort of soft porn movie.
It was forever until the elevator door opened again. This time, Gage kept his hands off Ulric. “I’m not touching you until we get to our room, babe. Or we’ll be riding the elevator all day.”
Ulric laughed and followed Gage in. “Yeah, we’ll be riding each other while riding the elevator.”
“As much as I’d love to ride your ass here, I’m giving it a pass,” Gage muttered. “I want to fill you up properly. Get a full load of come inside you. Give you a baby.”
Ulric swore. Despite his resolve, Gage skimmed his fingertips against the curve of Ulric’s ass, just next to his hole. “Felt it there, didn’t you? Your hole got all tight imagining me.”
Ulric’s eyes flashed; he whirled around on Gage, his entire body tense with need.
The elevator doors opened. Gage grabbed him and shoved him out, barreling him into the wall. “Three seconds, babe. Wait until we get to our room.”
“Don’t know where it is,” Ulric muttered. He grabbed Gage’s bulge and squeezed it.
Gage dropped the key card. He bent over to pick it up. Ulric grabbed his hips and ground his cock between Gage’s cheeks, a good, hard thrust. Just like how he’d push inside. Gage throbbed, his instincts roaring for him to pin Ulric down and claim his hole.
He growled, shoving Ulric off. “Get to the room first.”
“Want to strip you here,” Ulric whispered, his gaze dark. “Let you take my cock.”
Fuck. Gage’s throat went dry. Now that Ulric was comfortable around him, Gage had begun to see much more of Ulric’s other side, the side of him that was feral. The side of him that was alpha.
He shoved Ulric off and found their room somehow, pushing the key into its slot. Ulric slammed him against the door, grinding hard against Gage’s ass. “Mine,” Ulric growled. “Gonna give you a baby, Gage.”
Gage’s hole squeezed. The door unlocked; he pushed it open, and Ulric shoved him into the room, tearing at Gage’s pants, cramming his fingers between Gage’s bare cheeks.
Then he worked his finger up against Gage’s hole, pushing inside.
Gage clenched around him, hissing. There was a little less burn now, a little more wetness. “Still need some lube.” He shoved some packets of lube into Ulric’s hand. “Get this in there.”
Ulric’s only answer was a hungry growl. He tore open a packet; Gage yanked at Ulric’s belt, undoing it. Then he yanked down Ulric’s pants and grabbed his cock, and Ulric snarled, thrusting thick and heavy against Gage’s palm. It was beyond ready to impale Gage.
So Gage grabbed Ulric’s shirt. He tugged it off his alpha’s head, leaving him mostly bare—all broad shoulders and pink nipples, some muscle beneath the curves on his chest. And a silvery scar down his middle.
Instead of shying away, Ulric let him look. Gage leaned in and bit his nipple; Ulric hissed. But these days, he didn’t mind Gage admiring him. “Beautiful,” Gage murmured, sucking on that pink disc.
And he brushed his palm down along Ulric’s cock, under his tight balls, all the way to the lush cheeks hiding his hole. Gage eased his fingers between them, stroking Ulric’s entrance. It was very slightly damp. Far less than an omega’s slick, but still appreciated nonetheless.
Ulric knocked his hand away, his gaze flashing. “Me first.”
Gage’s mouth tugged into a savage smile. “That’s how we’re playing it?”
He grabbed Ulric by the hips and shoved him hard against the wall, stepping down on his pants to get it completely off his legs. And now Ulric was bare, not a stitch on his body—just the way Gage loved him.
Ulric snarled and barreled Gage backward; Gage’s shoulders hit the opposite wall. And Ulric yanked open Gage’s pants, he hauled Gage around to face the wall, shoving his waistband down just enough to expose his ass.
Before Gage could push him off, Ulric shoved his blunt tip between Gage’s cheeks, grinding it hard against his hole. No lube. Precome smeared over his entrance. Gage’s cock throbbed.
“Fuck, babe,” Gage hissed, shouldering his alpha off. “Not so easy.”
Ulric grabbed Gage’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons popping, bouncing off the dresser. Then he smoothed his palm up Gage’s abs, groaning in appreciation. “Always so beautiful, Gage.”
“So are you.”
Just like Ulric, there was a silver scar on Gage’s front now, going right down his abs. The addition of the uterus wasn’t really obvious; Rutherford had said it would only become apparent when they developed a baby bump.
Ulric dragged him over to the bed and flung him down. Gage twisted around onto all-fours, scrambling further up the mattress. “Fuck, Gage.” Ulric grabbed Gage’s waistband and hauled him back. He ripped Gage’s pants off his ass. Then he shoved his fingers between Gage’s cheeks, plunging one straight into Gage’s hole, deeper than before. “I love claiming you.”
Ulric drove his finger hard against Gage’s prostate; pleasure seared through Gage’s body, pulling his balls tight. “Damn, babe.”
Gage threw himself forward to escape Ulric; Ulric bore down on him, grasping his knees, shoving his legs open. Gage was about to struggle, except Ulric grabbed his cock and balls, a tight grip that shot up his spine. And now he
