“There,” Eric murmured, closing the first aid kit with a snap. “Gonna check your knees, too.”
He slipped his thumbs down Ollie’s waistband, popping open the jeans button. Then he tugged the fly down, and the pressure at Ollie’s hips eased.
Olivier trembled. An examination wasn’t supposed to be this arousing.
Past the denim, Ollie’s cock strained behind lace, bits of flushed skin showing through the fabric.
Eric sucked in a slow breath. “Damn, Ollie. You put this on when we got home?”
The panties were Ollie’s favorite pair. Lilies had been stitched onto delicate white mesh, with white ribbons looped through steel eyelets and crisscrossed down the front.
Olivier blushed and shrugged, embarrassed. “I wore them this morning. I just... wanted to feel pretty.”
“You are pretty,” Eric growled. “More’n that, though. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful omega I know.”
Olivier’s chest squeezed. After Zan, he didn’t know how he could be beautiful, when Zan had treated him like a rag doll, yanked his hair and spat in his face.
Eric brushed his fingertips over the lace, his calluses scraping against Ollie’s skin. Then he nudged the jeans open further, exposing where Ollie’s cock had leaked, precome glistening on the sheer mesh. Eric rumbled in appreciation, squeezing Ollie’s tip so more precome leaked out.
“Are you sure...?” Ollie caught Eric’s wrists.
Eric met his eyes through the mirror. “Sure of...?”
“Looking at me.” Ollie squirmed. “You heard Zan.”
“He has no right to be here,” Eric growled, pressing his palm over Ollie’s heart. “When I fuck you, I want you to think only about me.”
Olivier flushed, his heart thumping. He could do that. “Okay.”
Eric peeled Ollie’s T-shirt off his chest. Olivier tried not to look at himself. He was thin, his ribs showing when he sucked in a deep breath. He wasn’t much to look at.
Then Eric knelt behind Olivier, and Olivier turned, self-conscious.
Instead of revulsion, Eric’s gaze raked over him with admiration, warm and hungry. Olivier squirmed. “You keep looking at me.”
“Well, yeah.”
Eric pulled off Ollie’s socks, then felt Ollie’s his shins for hurts, his touch careful. The jeans had taken most of the damage, aside from the bruises starting to form beneath Olivier’s skin.
“Been thinking ‘bout pounding you into the bed. You don’t know how awkward it is, rocking Jenn to sleep and thinking about burying my cock inside you. Wanna hear you scream my name.”
Olivier’s throat went dry. He knew the feeling of Eric’s thick cock driving up against his prostate. Eric shoving his legs open, his thrusts sending sparks of pleasure down Ollie’s spine.
It had been a mistake to think he could go without Eric for long. Last night, when Ollie tried to leave... he’d ended up missing his alpha. “I’m just—just glad you want me.”
“‘Course I do.” Eric dropped kisses along Ollie’s jaw, then caught his lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
Olivier’s heart missed a beat. “You’re insane, you know.”
Eric chuckled. “If I’m insane, then so are you.”
He reached between them, covering Ollie’s cock with his hot palm. Then he squeezed Ollie through the denim, and Ollie moaned loud into Eric’s mouth.
The kiss turned ferocious. Eric cupped Ollie’s head and nudged his mouth open wider, licking deep inside like how he’d done with Ollie’s ass. Ollie arched, his body aching with need. He’d needed Eric all morning, but this, with Eric’s hands hungry on him, Eric’s cock hard, ready to plunge inside his body... Olivier wanted all of it now.
Eric ground their cocks together, sending sparks of bliss through his nerves. Olivier shuddered.
“So sensitive,” Eric growled, dragging his teeth along Ollie’s lower lip. “Every time I touch you, you’re just so damn hungry.”
Eric’s touch was always welcome, delicious. He’d never hurt Olivier, not truly.
Eric pressed damp kisses down Ollie’s jaw, then his neck. He closed his hot mouth around Ollie’s scent gland. Then, he sucked. Pleasure twisted through Ollie’s nerves; he jerked, his nails biting into Eric’s arms.
“Mine,” Eric growled.
“Yours,” Ollie panted, his hole squeezing.
Eric kissed down Ollie’s chest, biting lightly on his nipples. Then he kissed down Ollie’s midriff to his belly, shoving Ollie’s pants down his legs. Ollie’s cock pushed hungrily behind the lace.
Ollie covered his cock with his hands. No matter how many times they’d fucked, it was still lewd, having it strain hungrily toward Eric.
But Eric caught Ollie’s wrists, pulling his hands away to expose his cock. “For someone who’s slept with eighty people, you sure are shy.”
Olivier squirmed, his skin prickling under Eric’s gaze. “It’s... it’s different with you. I don’t want to disappoint you, Eric. I’m not the best—”
Eric pressed a kiss to Olivier’s belly; Ollie’s words died on his lips. “You’re carrying my child,” Eric murmured. “What part of ‘I love you’ don’t you understand?”
Olivier’s heart missed a beat. “The part where I’m supposed to believe you.”
Eric snorted, kissing along the hem of Ollie’s panties. Then he squeezed the back of Ollie’s thighs, nipping lightly on Ollie’s hip. “How many times have you seen me lie?”
Olivier couldn’t remember. Especially not when Eric slipped his finger into his panties, pulling it down so Ollie’s cock jutted up, glistening with precome, his tip pushing out past his foreskin. Eric’s smirk widened. He caught Ollie’s skin and dragged it down, revealing his sensitive tip.
“Always so fucking hot when you’re hard for me.”
Olivier groaned, fighting the urge to cover up.
Eric blew on his tip. Then he leaned in and dragged the point of his tongue up over Ollie’s piss-slit, a soft, warm touch. Olivier groaned, rocking up to chase that hint of pleasure.
But Eric rocked back on his heels, rolling Ollie’s precome across his tongue. “Gonna be tasting you a lot tonight.”
Olivier trembled, his body taut with anticipation. Eric kissed the base of Ollie’s length. Then he pulled Ollie’s panties back up over his cock, trapping it.
“Looks good,” Eric growled, pressing the fabric down on either side of Ollie’s cock, so the lace wrapped around him like a gift. “Gonna have it
