“I literally just stopped blushing. Don’t get me all going again.” Lucan laughed.
Maz bumped his shoulder. “But you look so pretty when you blush.”
Lucan wanted to give a witty retort when Maz froze. The alpha stretched himself as tall as he could as he sniffed the air. “What…? Oh. Oh, damn.”
Without saying another word, he pulled Lucan into the exam room and closed the door behind them. “I can see why you need the blocker,” he said grimly, then winced. “Looks like I need another shot as well.”
“He’s in the isolation room, but when he came in, it was…”
Maz sighed. “I know. I’ve had my fair share of gene carriers as patients, and even with a double shot of blockers, it was still painful. Your whole body goes into a frenzy.”
“I don’t like feeling like this,” Lucan whispered. His cock had hardened all over again, and his skin was itching, too hot and too tight.
“If you’ll allow me to be blunt. The only thing that helps is releasing. A good fuck gets rid of that energy. Or use your hand if you have to. A toy, if you’re into that.”
Oh. My. God. They were really talking about this. About sex and fucking and whatnot. How did he play this cool? He had no chance in hell to pull that off. “There’s…” He croaked and cleared his throat. “There’s not really a wide choice in sexual partners here on the ranch. Omegas are off-limits without Palani’s approval, and I haven’t really felt chemistry with any of the alphas…”
He peeked at Maz from underneath his eyelashes, and a slow, sexy smile spread across the alpha’s lips as he took a step closer. “No? None of the alphas you met caught your attention?”
Lucan took a step himself, Maz’s reaction filling him with confidence. “Not until recently…”
Maz gently lifted his chin, the man’s dark eyes searching Lucan’s. He seemed to like what he saw because he nodded. “I’m gonna give you a low dose of the blocker to start with to see how you react. That means that around eight or so tonight, you’ll feel twice as horny as you were when you smelled that omega.”
Lucan winced. “Oh god. That doesn’t sound like fun.”
“It could be.” Maz’s smile was downright sexy as he let go of him.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll be in my room at that time. If you’re interested in getting rid of some of that energy, come find me. If not, all good. The choice is yours. No pressure.”
Lucan nodded, joy filling him. Maz wanted him as well. He hadn’t imagined the attraction between them. And the idea of getting fucked by Maz was…tantalizing. God, those blockers had better do a good job, or he’d be walking around hard all afternoon.
Maz stepped back, then rummaged in the medicine cabinet until he found what he needed. “Drop your pants.”
Lucan grinned. “Usually, I want dinner first.”
Maz shook his head, laughing. “No time for foreplay.”
He held up the syringe, and Lucan sighed. “The sight of that needle alone is enough to quench my desires if you know what I mean.”
He turned around, untied the strings of his scrubs, and pulled down his pants and underwear. He leaned against the exam table and lifted his shirt. “All yours, alpha.”
Maz was quick with the shot. Lucan fisted the sheets on the table only for a moment as the needle went in. “There, all done.”
“You’re not gonna kiss and make it better?” Lucan joked as he pulled up his pants. He tied them quickly, then turned around.
Maz’s eyes had darkened. “Not here.”
It came out as a low growl, and Lucan swallowed. He was so counting the hours till eight.
7
After his shift in the clinic, Maz had showered, then spent some extra time grooming his short beard and checking to see if he needed to manscape. He trimmed his chest hair until it appeared neat again. He liked it, but with his heritage, it was a fine line between furry and looking unkempt. His pubes needed grooming too, and he nodded when he checked the final result in the mirror. Nice.
He’d always felt his cock was one of his best features—when it came to physical traits anyway. Sure, he was tall and muscled, like most alphas, and for men who liked their partners a little furry, his chest hair was certainly attractive. But he liked his cock best. Average in length but fat, and more than one partner had waxed poetic about how that made them feel.
When he was soft—not the case now as the last effects of the blockers wore off—he hung long and low, clearly a shower. His balls were big and hairless. Most men didn’t like hairs in their mouth, so he did wax his balls and ass crack every few days when he was sexually active. As long as he kept it up, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
He patted his stomach, which was not quite as toned as it had been in college due to irregular shifts and way too much access to crappy food, but it was still slim enough. Still naked, he rubbed some product in his hair, then massaged a little beard cream into his beard. It not only made it soft and shiny, but it also smelled delicious and went well with the cologne he dabbed on his cheeks and neck. There, all done.
He wasn’t a vain man by any standard, if only because he simply worked too many hours to have much time left to spend grooming himself, but he did usually make some effort when he knew he had someone coming over. Even if it was casual sex, his lovers deserved to get the best version of him. The best he could manage anyway.
And with Lucan, that wasn’t any different, though Maz had rarely felt such chemistry with someone at first sight as he did with the beta. He was stinking cute, all lean muscles, those sharp brown eyes, that mix of shy and confident. Maz liked that. He spent too much of his time comforting patients to have the mental energy to constantly validate and affirm lovers as well.
He chose a pair of tight, white boxer briefs that contrasted well with his complexion. The temptation was real to throw on a pair of jogging pants and a ratty shirt from his alma mater. Both were his favorite comfort clothes but not exactly sexy. Instead, he picked a form-fitting yellow shirt and a pair of dark jeans.
He was just about done when someone knocked on the door. He checked the clock. One minute to eight. Lucan had shown up right on time. Maz approved. His cock hardened even further in anticipation as he walked toward the door and opened it.
Lucan looked flustered, his cheeks sporting that blush that Maz loved. “Hi.”
Maz smiled at him. “Hi.”
He stepped aside, and Lucan came in without hesitation. Maz shut the door behind him, then locked it to be safe. He’d been here too short to know if the other alphas in his house would walk in unannounced, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
Maz turned around and found Lucan studying him. “How are you?”
Lucan shook his head. “We don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“The whole being polite thing, chitchatting and making small talk.”
“No? You’re good with…?”
“Yeah.”
Maz took a step forward, then another until their bodies were close but not quite touching. “What do you want?”
Lucan held his gaze, and the beta raised his chin. “You. Us.”