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The alpha opened and closed his mouth, his eyes almost falling out of his head. He seemed nice. Maybe even trustworthy, the way he had saved Uriel from traffic. But Uriel wasn’t going to ask. He turned and made sure the road was clear, before crossing it unsteadily.

The alpha followed him. “I, ah. If you’d like, I live nearby. I could... help with your heat.”

Despite the desire clouding his mind, Uriel narrowed his eyes. No, it was too risky to follow someone home. There was no shortage of traps someone could set in a predetermined location, and Uriel had been a prisoner for too long to take the risk.

“Public places only,” he said.

The alpha nodded in understanding. He walked with Uriel to the nightclub. “I’m Bruiser.”

Uriel opened his mouth and paused. This was a one-night stand. If things went wrong, he didn’t want to give the stranger more leverage over him. “I’m Aerie.”

Bruiser’s face lit up. He looked younger then, more jovial. Something in Uriel warmed at the sight. He swallowed those feelings.

This was a sham. He didn’t look anything like himself. Right now, he was just a weak, helpless omega, and that was probably why Bruiser was being so nice to him.

Uriel didn’t ask for it, but Bruiser paid their cover charges. Then the alpha pressed his fingertips to the small of Uriel’s back, an almost possessive touch that messed with Uriel’s head.

This doesn’t mean anything, he told himself. I’m just here to get laid.

Bruiser let him lead the way into the club. They skirted around the crowd of gyrating bodies, disco lights roving, music thumping in their bones. The deeper they went, the hotter Uriel burned.

He really needed those strong hands on him, sliding up his skin, parting his legs. He wanted an alpha to touch his hole, push inside and fill him up.

At the omega restroom, Uriel paused. “Wait here.”

Bruiser nodded, his gaze dark.

There were too many things messing with Uriel’s senses right now. He slipped to the restroom and staggered down the aisle, checking that all the cubicles were unoccupied. They were.

So he opened the door and dragged Bruiser in, leading him to the last cubicle.

“You’re in a hurry,” Bruiser murmured.

“I’m in heat,” Uriel growled.

Now that he had an alpha squeezing into the cubicle with him, locking the door and crowding him up against the wall, Uriel’s body went into full-blown heat. Need surged through his veins. His teeth ached, his nipples pebbled, his hole clenching and leaking slick. His pants were too tight, the front of it soaked with precum.

Bruiser rumbled, catching Uriel’s chin with his calloused fingers. Uriel’s breath hitched. He was torn between letting the alpha go slow, and getting this over with in case he ran out of time.

No one wanted to ride a giant pumpkin when they could have a proper carriage; Uriel wouldn’t be pretty for too much longer.

He wrapped his fingers around Bruiser’s wrist to stop him, turning around to offer his ass. “Just fuck me. Please.”

Then he yanked down the back of his pants to expose his cheeks, and the alpha hissed.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the point,” Uriel said, prying his cheeks apart to show Bruiser his hole.

“You’re so lovely,” Bruiser murmured, cupping Uriel’s hips with gentle hands.

Uriel shuddered. He hadn’t heard those words since... He’d never heard them before, actually.

He pressed his forehead against the tiled wall and fished a condom out of his pocket. “Here.”

“I promise to use this.” There was a crinkle. But instead of hearing the foil wrapper tearing open, Uriel felt two fingers nudge against his sensitive hole. He jerked and gasped.

“Beautiful,” Bruiser growled, circling his hole. He rubbed it and pushed his fingers in, stretching Uriel open.