bodies every other minute. They were locked together in the most intimate way, yet Travis didn’t know anything about the stranger.
A tremor went through the sleeping man, making his hole clutch the knot, and Travis sighed with renewed desire. If he weren’t so worried about the man’s well-being, he’d take this gift and be grateful. The thrill of holding the beautiful stranger, smelling his passion, and being allowed inside him—Travis didn’t remember ever feeling this good. Not even those few times he’d got to take care of his ex during heats.
It’s his scent. Unique and merciless. Like a drug.
After one hour, when the perfume coming from the omega’s skin became less intense, the knot subsided. Travis stayed wrapped around the small body, tucked inside, letting the man adjust. After a few minutes, he pulled out slowly. He was a mess of slick and cum. He grabbed his briefs and wiped the man’s crease and his own groin. Then he searched the living room floor for more discarded clothes. Dressed back in his jeans, Travis picked up the young man and carried him upstairs to his bedroom.
He brought towels from the bathroom, one dry and one wet with warm water, and washed the young man’s soiled, sweat-covered body from his face to his toes. Travis’s hands trembled when he bathed his unexpected lover, overcome with tenderness and fear. Who are you? How come it feels like I know you? God help me, but you’re perfect. The omega slept through it all. Travis tucked him under the blanket and went to take a shower, hoping it would clear his brain. It didn’t.
Unable to stay away, he returned to his bedroom and lay down next to the sleeping man. He opened his laptop and tried getting through the report Oscar had sent him, but soon his eyes got heavy. He put the laptop on the nightstand and turned onto his side. Staring at the omega’s relaxed features, he let himself drift.
A movement in his bed stirred him awake. Confused, he opened his eyes. It was still dark. A body was pressed against his, naked under the covers, clinging to him. The young man’s skin was warm now. Travis threw an arm over him and slept.
Two
Micah
The dreams were distressing. Uniformed rangers with dogs were chasing him through the forest. He ran, terrified for his life. The next moment, he was lying on a camping mat among the trees, his naked body doused by rain, and a tall, dark-haired man was stroking his skin with rough hands. He caressed Micah’s dick and balls, reaching into his crease with thick fingers, and Micah was drowning in lust, begging to be taken. The man smelled so good, of strength, masculine sweat, the rich soil of the forest, and fresh pine wood. And he was warm, so warm. Micah edged closer to the hot skin. Travis. His name is Travis. The touches felt amazing, even in his dream, and he moaned. He grew hard, and his hole loosened, slick and empty. Micah knew this man; he craved him. The gentle touches weren’t enough. He wanted to kiss him.
A stab of need jolted him awake, and he blinked into the darkness. Where was he? Weren’t there supposed to be trees? No. He lay in a bed, a fluffy blanket on top of him. Soft moonlight streamed through a window. He was in a room, not outside. The wetness between his ass cheeks wasn’t a dream. Gentle breathing next to him. He froze. Dread squeezed his throat. Peter? Did they find him? Not Peter, please no.
Then another spasm hit, weak, not even painful, but he cried out with panic anyway. Not again. He couldn’t do this again. He’d rather die than go through hours of that again.
“Hey, shh, it’s okay.”
Travis. Micah’s insides squeezed with acute want. God, he was empty.
“It’s another heat wave. Don’t panic. Breathe.”
Travis was here. The man who had given him warmth, peace, and pleasure. Such pleasure! But who was he? It didn’t matter. Micah’s body remembered the scent, the glorious, throbbing fullness, and it craved. Demanded. Micah reached out blindly and found skin, muscles moving underneath. He clutched and grabbed, trying to pull himself closer.
“I know. I want you too. Here, lie on your back.”
Your voice…closer. Come closer. Hold me. The covers were lifted from his body, and strong hands stroked his hips and belly.
Travis.
“Please!” Micah forced out through clenched teeth. Without thinking, he opened his legs, holding them under his knees, and spread his ass