6. Chapter 6 – Dahlia
I know what's happening to me. Onyx had warned me about this - that an Omega heat could last for days.
After that night with him, the burning had subsided, and I'd foolishly thought it was over.
I'd been relieved, because I was barely understanding what was happening to my body, and why I was reacting so intensely to every Alpha within spitting distance.
But now it's back with a vengeance, and I'm trapped in a safe house with another Alpha - one who clearly doesn't want to be near me but whose scent is driving me wild, nonetheless.
Leo stands frozen, his large hand still caught in mine. I can see the battle raging behind his eyes. His jaw clenches so tight the muscle jump beneath his stubbles.
"You don't know what you're asking," he growls, but he doesn't pull away. His eyes have darkened from their normal brown to something almost amber.
"I do," I insist, tugging him closer. "I'm in heat okay. I'm a fucking Omega. And that bastard Onyx told me this might happen again."
His nostrils flare at the mention of Onyx's name. "Stonefang was with you during your first heat?"
"Yes," I admit, not seeing any point in lying. Not when my body's betraying me so completely.
Leo growls again, deeper this time. The sound reverberates through me, settling low in my belly and making my thighs clench together. God, why does that sound affect me so much?
"You shouldn't be around another Alpha so soon," he says, even as he moves closer, and sits on the edge of the bed. "Your body needs time to adjust."
"My body disagrees," I pant, reaching for him. "Please, Detective… Leo. I feel like I'm..."
I can't finish the sentence. The words feel foreign on my tongue. How do I tell this stranger that I need him inside me? That my body is screaming for him to claim me? That I'm so wet I can feel it soaking through my jeans?
"You're not thinking clearly," Leo says, but he doesn't pull his hand away.
"My mind is the only clear thing right now," I argue, even as another wave of heat crashes through me, making me arch my back with a gasp. "Everything else is on fire."
His nostrils flare as he takes in my scent, and something in him seems to snap. The control he's been clinging to crumbles, and before I can blink, he's on top of me.
His lips find my neck, pressing hot kisses against my pulse point. I moan, tilting my head to give him better access.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he mutters against my skin, even as his hands tug at my blouse. "This is wrong."
"It doesn't feel wrong," I gasp as his teeth graze the sensitive spot below my ear.
He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I nod frantically. "Yes, please, just make it stop hurting."
That's all the permission he needs. Leo tugs my shirt over my head, then makes quick work of my bra. The cool air hits my overheated skin, providing momentary relief before his large hands cup my breasts.
"Fuck," he swears, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. "You're so beautiful."
I whimper, arching into his touch. "More. Please, more."
Leo lowers his head, taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure straight between my legs. I cry out, threading my fingers through his short hair to hold him against me.
"Yes," I moan as he sucks harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. "Just like that."
His hands work at my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs along with my soaked panties. I kick them away, eager to be free of any barriers between us.
"You're so wet," Leo groans, his fingers sliding through my folds.
"For you," I pant, spreading my legs wider. "I'm dripping only for you."
Two thick fingers push inside me, and I cry out at the delicious stretch. He moves them slowly at first, letting me adjust to the intrusion, then picks up speed as I rock my hips against his hand.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you need."
His thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with the thrust of his fingers. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. I writhe beneath him, clutching at his shoulders, his arms, and anything I can reach.
"I'm close," I gasp, feeling the pressure building inside me. "So close."
Leo shifts his attention to my other breast, sucking the nipple while his fingers continue their relentless pace. The slight edge of pain when he uses his teeth sends me hurtling over the edge.
"Leo!" I scream, my back arching off the bed as I cum. I clench around his fingers, trying to pull him deeper.
He works me through it, gradually slowing his movements as the aftershocks subside. Only when I collapse back onto the mattress, breathless and trembling, does he withdraw his fingers.
"Better?" he asks, his voice still tight with restraint.
I reach for Leo, sliding my hand up his chest. "It's not enough," I admit.
His eyes darken further, and I can see the bear in them now, watching me with hungry intent.
"Fuck," he growls, and suddenly he's moving down my body.
He grabs pillows from beside me and shoves them under my hips, lifting me up. I barely have time to wonder what he's doing before his face is between my thighs, and his hot tongue laps at my center.
"Oh god!" I jerk at the sudden sensation, my back arching off the bed. It feels so good I could cry.
His tongue is relentless, licking broad strokes through my folds before circling my clit with devastating precision. I grab his head, holding him against me as little noises escape my throat that I barely recognize as my own.
"Don't stop," I beg, trying to push myself harder against his mouth. "Please don't stop."
Leo groans, and the vibration sends new waves of pleasure through me. His large hands grip my hips, holding me firmly in place when I try to squirm and thrust against him. I'm completely at his mercy, and somehow that makes everything more intense.
"Let me move," I whimper, tugging at his hair.
He simply tightens his hold, pressing me deeper into the pillows. His strength is overwhelming. I couldn't break free if I tried, not that I want to. The contrast of his gentle mouth and firm grip makes me dizzy with need.
When his tongue pushes inside me, I nearly scream. He's fucking me with it, mimicking what I desperately want him to do with his cock. My walls clench around nothing, desperate to be filled properly, but the sensation is still mind-blowing.
"Something's happening," I gasp, feeling pressure building deep inside me. It's different from before, more intense, almost frightening in its power. "Leo, I think I'm going to…"
He doubles his efforts, his tongue moving faster as one hand leaves my hip to press against my lower belly. The slight pressure is all it takes to push me over an edge I didn't know existed.
"Leo!" I scream; the sound torn from my throat as pleasure crashes through me.
"I'm…I'm coming!" A gush of wetness floods out of me, soaking his face, the sheets… everything. I’m trembling, breathless, completely undone.
“What the hell… what did you just do to me?” I gasp between shaky breaths, my body still pulsing with aftershocks.
Leo pulls back just enough to flash a wicked, satisfied grin, but before he can say anything, the bedroom door slams open.
Leo is suddenly yanked away from me. I blink through my pleasure haze to see Evan Blackthorn standing there, his normally perfect hair messed up and his expensive suit rumpled.
His face is a mask of cold fury as he pulls Leo up by his shirt collar and slams his fist into the detective's jaw.
Leo staggers back, wiping blood from his mouth, a growl building in his chest.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Evan snarls.
I blink, trying to make sense of what’s happening. One second, I was riding the most intense orgasm of my life, and the next, Leo is yanked away from between my thighs.
Before I can even process what’s happening, Leo’s fist connects with Evan’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward.
“Stop it!” I shriek, scrambling to grab the sheet to cover my naked body. “Both of you, stop!”
They ignore me completely. Evan recovers quickly and lunges at Leo, tackling him against the wall with enough force to rattle the framed artwork. Leo grunts but doesn’t go down. Instead, he twists and shoves Evan off him, then lands another punch to his ribs.
“I said STOP!” I yell, wrapping the sheet around me and jumping off the bed. My legs are still wobbly from my orgasm, but adrenaline is pumping through me now. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”
Evan wipes blood from his split lip, his eyes never leaving Leo. “I come to check on you and find this… cop with his face buried between your legs.”
“That’s none of your business,” I snap, reaching for my clothes scattered across the floor. I awkwardly try to pull my underwear on under the sheet.
“It is my business when I’m paying for your protection, not your seduction,” Evan spits.
Leo growls, a deep rumbling sound that makes the hair on my arms stand up. “You don’t own her, Blackthorn.”
“You’re fired,” Evan says coldly. “Get out.”
I manage to get my jeans on and drop the sheet to pull my shirt over my head. “No one is firing anyone,” I say firmly. “This is ridiculous.”
Both men turn to look at me, seeming almost surprised to be reminded I’m still in the room. The tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife.
“Leo,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Could you please excuse us for a moment?”
Leo hesitates, his eyes darting between me and Evan. “Are you sure you’re okay with him?”
“She’s fine,” Evan snaps. “Get the fuck out.”
Leo ignores him, keeping his eyes on me. I nod, though I’m not entirely sure I want to be alone with either of them right now.
“I’ll be right outside the door,” Leo says finally, giving Evan one last warning glare before leaving the room.
As soon as the door closes, Evan starts pacing like a caged animal. His usual composed demeanor is completely shattered.
“You just met him,” he says, running a hand through his usually perfect hair. “Why the fuck did you let him touch you like that?”
“I am in heat,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.
Evan stops pacing abruptly. “You are what?”
“In heat,” I repeat. “Apparently, I’m an Omega. Surprise.”
He stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. “What does that even mean? How is that possible?”
“I don’t know, Evan,” I sigh, suddenly exhausted. “And I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“An Omega?” He looks genuinely shocked as he sinks down onto the edge of the bed. “How didn’t I know? You’re supposed to have a pheromone. I should have been able to smell it."
I shrug, leaning against the dresser. “From what I understand, I was dormant until recently. Look, I barely know what’s happening to my own body.
I’ve been celibate for as long as I can remember and now sex is all I can think about and all I need.
So, I really don't need these accusations right now.”
Evan’s expression softens slightly. “I’m sorry. I was just…” He trails off.
“Pissed?” I supply.
“Yeah.” He runs a hand over his face. “Seeing you with him like that… it triggered something in me.”
“What are you even doing here, Evan?” I ask, changing the subject. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I arranged this safe house, remember?” He straightens his tie, trying to regain some composure. “I wanted to welcome you, make sure you settled in okay. I didn’t expect to find… that.”
I feel heat creep up my neck at the memory of how he found me. “Well, now that you’ve confirmed I’m here, you can leave.”
A small smirk plays at the corner of his mouth. “Are you embarrassed, Dr. Baldwin? Because I’ve watched people fuck before, so you don’t have to worry.” His voice drops lower. “Though I would have preferred to be the one fucking you.”
“Fuck you!” I snap, marching over and shoving his shoulders hard.
Evan laughs, grabbing my wrists to stop me from hitting him again. The contact sends a jolt through me that I desperately try to ignore.
“Let go of me,” I demand, though my voice lacks conviction.
“Make me,” he challenges, his blue eyes darkening.
I’m about to tell him exactly where he can shove his smug attitude when movement outside the window catches my eye. I turn my head, and my heart stops.
A face is peering in at us through the glass, pale and distorted.
I scream.