Ugly (Winter Sun, #1)

by Roe Horvat

After that first time, he came at least once a week. He must have known I didn’t need the help, but we both played this game for nearly three months.

When was the last time I’d knotted a man? A decade ago? Nah. Twelve years, at least. And here was a sweet-smelling omega offering me his heat for nothing. I could just reach out and take him. And then I’d have to live with it for the rest of my life.

To me, Burke wasn’t ugly at all. Maybe the word ugly meant something else to me than it did to other people. I’d met a bunch of ugly people in my short life—horrible, evil monsters whose faces showed their cruelty. At night, the streets of Dalton City were full of them, but Burke looked nothing like them.

I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me and hold me so badly, my throat closed up and my eyes filled with tears.

I rocked into his small body, and he moaned, his voice thick with yearning. His slick coated my erection, and I slid in and out easily, even though his ass felt tight like a clenched fist around me. After a few thrusts, he went nuclear in my arms. He groaned and whined, grinding on my cock; his nails dug into my shoulders, and his hole leaked juices all over my balls and down my pajama pants.

Craving to taste his cum, I stayed buried to the hilt and circled my hips. I clasped Emerson’s dick in my hand, and it fit there perfectly, just the crown peeking out above my fist. I milked it until it gave me a few drops of the pearly white liquid, then I licked my hand and groaned.

Spread out underneath me, limp after the frenzy, he seemed to glow. He was so beautiful, all of him, from his pink rim hugging the base of my dick, over his balls and softening dick, his bellybutton, pebbled darkened nipples, the smooth planes of his chest and collarbones, and parted lips… I feasted on him with my eyes while my knot tingled inside him.

And I realized he wasn’t really human at that moment. He was just an animal in heat, fucked out, knotted, and touch starved.

He was so sweet, so soft and warm, and for a moment, he became a part of me. Being joined with Emerson, his kisses on my scars, and his open body welcoming me inside… It must have made me a better person, easily erasing years of bitterness over the course of a few hours. There’d be hell to pay for this beautiful sliver of happiness—I was sure of it. The raw ache behind my ribs was a foretelling of the imminent heartbreak, but I wouldn’t think of that now. No.

When I set him on the kitchen counter, he rolled his hips, urging me to keep moving. I thrust with the knot, and after a minute, he came again, shuddering in my arms. Hanging on to my neck, he laid his cheek on my left pec.

He made faint purring sounds when he slept, too quiet to be called snoring. Like a kitten. An orphaned kitten you found in the street, a famished little creature that would rub itself against your legs incessantly until you’d pick it up. If you’d feed it, it would lick your fingers with gratitude and sleep in the crook of your arm. And unless you locked it up, one day, it would be gone again.

It’d been only one night. Not even a whole day since he’d first touched me. But I was so changed, I barely recognized myself. Overnight, I became a different person. I belonged to Burke now, my life was intertwined with his, and I couldn’t imagine existing without him. I squeezed the pillow tighter.

The cruel city outside ate and threw up boys like me every day, and it sprawled right behind the bedroom window, like a jungle full of toothy predators and venomous snakes. But nobody and nothing could reach me here because I was one with Burke.

My cockhead rubbed the entrance to his womb, and he seemed ecstatic. My beautiful boy. He rode my cock like he was born to do it, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked so passionate, so erotic, as he moaned and pinched his nipples. He pulled on them, drawing the skin out, and thrust harder, throwing his head back. So fucking sexy.

“You’re so small, little one, and your hole’s so snug, but you like it when my fat dick stretches you open. You even beg for it. I love your hungry little hole keeping my dick warm. How come it’s so needy?”

Fool that I was, I dreamed of it becoming reality. Of Emerson loving me and staying with me forever.

“Breed me. Breed me, please.” “I will, little one. I’ll knock you up. I’ll fuck your womb open, and then I’ll knock you up good.”

“Feel you in me. You’re everywhere.” “Of course, I am. I own you. You’re all mine.”

“I’ll breed you with every heat, darling. I’ll never waste another drop of cum. It will all go into you. All of it.”

“It feels like you’re mine, little one,” Burke whispered. “Because I am. You’re my alpha. My mate. And I love you.” “So you’ll stay with me, Emerson? Stay forever?”

nodded against his chest, kissing over his heart. Tears clogged my throat, but it was joy that made me choke up. I managed to say one word. “Forever.”