Chapter 9
Wilder
The pounding rain blurred my vision as I swung my axe. The log split and landed on the drenched ground, absolutely useless for burning anytime soon.
Reasonable people didn’t chop wood in the middle of a torrential downpour…but then again, reasonable people weren’t driven out of their home by a cute little omega who smelled like strawberries and sunshine.
My cock was rock hard, and even after thirty minutes away from her scent, I was still on the brink of rut. I snarled and slammed my axe down again and again until the slick handle slipped from my hands, the blade almost catching my leg.
I roared and slammed my fist against the metal shed covering stacks of firewood. The pain did nothing to cut through my haze, so I pulled my bottle of rut suppressants from my pocket with shaking hands. The bottle that clearly said not to exceed a max dose of one in twenty-four hours.
I popped the third one I’d taken since rescuing Lucy into my mouth.
I fucking hated this.
If I were normal, I’d be warm and dry right now, on the couch with the cutest omega I’d ever met. She was probably sweet with everyone, but in my fantasy, I was the one she wanted. As the temperature dropped further, cold air would creep into the living room.
Come here, sweetheart. Let me warm you up.
I’d pull her close to my side, her body fitting perfectly as she curled into my chest. My hand would tighten around her as her scent intensified and she let out a tantalizing omega whine.
Do you need me to make you feel good?
My hand under her shirt. Her bare skin like velvet against my rough callouses. Sliding down her stomach and hip.
No fucking panties. Only naughty omegas don’t wear panties.
My forehead thudded against the side of the metal shed as I gripped my cock and imagined dipping my thick fingers into her tight, wet heat.
That feels so good, alpha. Don’t stop.
The haze of rut gripped me as I thrust faster into my hand, clenching my jaw to keep myself from sprinting into the cabin and bending Lucy over my couch. I came with a low groan, the orgasm deeply unsatisfying.
A shudder worked through me as the rain washed away the evidence of what I’d just done. I stuffed my softening cock back into my pants as the suppressant finally kicked in, leaving me weak and dizzy.
A flash of lightning preceded an ear-shattering clap of thunder that made me jolt. Shit, the storm must be right on top of us.
“Wilder?” Lucy’s shout reached me through the rain. She sounded scared.
My heart raced. Had something happened? My boots squelched in the mud as I sprinted back to the house. She was standing in the doorway.
“What’s wrong?” I growled, every muscle tense and ready to spring into action.
Her eyes widened. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
I closed the space between us. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Her lips parted and I realized what I’d just let slip. Her cheeks flushed, making her look even cuter, if that was fucking possible.
“I got worried you’d be struck by lightning,” she mumbled.
I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m just being stupid. Sorry for interrupting.
” Her scent turned bitter, and before I knew it, I had moved both of us back inside the cabin.
My hands were on her waist, squeezing and kneading.
I didn’t remove them even though our bodies were a hairbreadth apart and I was dripping water on the floor and all over her.
When was the last time I had been this close to throw a person over my shoulder? Except for the occasional emergency where I had to throw someone over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, I lived a life devoid of touch. A lump formed in my throat at how perfect she felt.
Another flash lit the room, followed by a clap of thunder. Lucy jumped and a soft whine slipped through her lips.
I gripped her chin. “You scared of storms?”
She tried to pull away, but I kept a firm hold on her, my fingers unwilling to let go.
“Sorry,” she said again. “I’m usually fine with storms. I guess I’m a little jumpy after spending the night on the mountain.”
I stopped myself from scolding her again for going out camping totally unprepared. I didn’t have the right, but fuck, I wished I did.
“You must be cold,” she said. “I’ll get a towel.”
Before I could stop her, she ran off to the bathroom, her bright scent surrounding me even in her absence. I adjusted my cock, which was half hard again, but my suppressants were doing their job of keeping me from falling into rut.
She came back with two towels. She handed me one before dropping to her knees and using the other to wipe up the water on the floor.
The most beautiful omega in the world was on her knees in front of me.
I let out a strangled noise and fixed my eyes on the ceiling. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t mind. I’m the one who made you come inside.”
Her voice was so sweet. If I stayed here any longer, I would come in my fucking pants. I choked out some mumbled excuse and retreated to my room, where I definitely didn’t strip off my clothes, jump in the shower, and jerk one out faster than any adult man had ever come before.