Chapter 27 - Nathan
I’d been stewing by myself while Andrew went to buy groceries, considering how much of a coward I was. Hiding here, keeping Bridget from fully connecting with the men she so clearly wanted, and still unable to tell her how I felt.
When Gabriel burst in holding Bridget, there was a split second when I’d been relieved to have a distraction from my pessimism. But as I looked from Bridget, nearly insensible on the bed, to Gabriel, any relief dissolved.
I knew what a heat spike was. I was a biologist and an Alpha. Of course I knew. But seeing the reality differed vastly from studying the concept in a textbook.
“No. This is wrong,” I said. “She can’t consent to anything like this.”
Bridget blinked her eyes open, and they were limned with tears. She focused on me with difficulty. “It hurts.”
To punctuate this heartbreaking picture, she squeezed her eyes shut and whined piteously with her hands pressed to her lower stomach.
“She needs you,” Gabriel said simply.
Bridget was clearly in pain. Even beyond my scientific knowledge, the Alpha in me knew what to do. That beast within was clamoring for me to knot her, to fill her with my cum, and bite her so she’d know she was mine.
Luckily, I was in control enough to keep myself from acting on that impulse.
Instead, I lay down next to her. She immediately rolled towards me and crawled to drape her body fully across mine.
Her scent was stronger than I’d ever experienced.
The heady scent of honey completely subsumed the floral notes, so sweet I could almost taste it in the air.
She was restless, rolling her hips and nuzzling into my neck.
It was the closest we’d been since the night of the gala, when we’d both been fighting the pull. Now, that fight was entirely one-sided. Having Bridget in my arms was heaven, but I didn’t want it this way, with her out of her mind on pheromones.
I started purring on instinct, and she calmed enough that I could wrap my arms around her back and roll us to the side.
Gabriel was still watching us, but he started backing out of the room. “Take care of her,” he whispered before shutting the door behind him.
I slid my hand across the curve of her jaw, then cupped her head. “Bridget, look at me.”
She opened her eyes. “Nathan.”
“Yes. Tell me what you need.”
She whined again; in frustration or pain, I wasn’t sure. “You, Alpha. I need you.”
What kind of man would I be to take advantage of her when she was so clearly not herself? The kind that deserved to be thrown from the top of a building. “You know I can’t do that, Bridget. Not like this.”
She sobbed, her eyes closing again. “But it hurts.”
My heart broke, but my resolve stayed intact. “I will help you,” I murmured, wiping away her tears. “But you’re going to touch yourself, princess.”
Bridget’s breath caught. The pet name had slipped out, but she didn’t seem offended. Quite the opposite, actually. I inhaled sharply and backed away until there was a space between us again.
I wouldn’t touch her. That would be my hard line. But my instincts told me this would work.
“Take off your shirt,” I said, leaning on my elbow to watch.
Bridget didn’t hesitate or look away from me. She sat up and pulled off the oversized university t-shirt and sports bra she’d been wearing, then tossed them away.
The first test of my honor. Her small, pink-tipped breasts were drawn into points that begged to be tasted. My cock, already hard, flexed slightly. She was as gorgeous as I’d always imagined, slim but still soft.
Even if I couldn’t touch her, I would look.
Bridget was panting, and as I watched, her skin flushed a deeper pink.
“How sensitive are your breasts?” I asked. “Touch them.”
Her hands drifted up her ribcage to grasp them softly. She brushed her hands across her nipples with a small gasp.
“Harder. Pinch them,” I said.
She obeyed with a moan that tightened my cock even more. She pinched them, pulling them until they were as deeply pink as her swollen lips.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Yes, Alpha,” she breathed.
Fuck. I refocused before I lost control.
“Take those off,” I said, gesturing to her leggings. “But leave your panties on.”
Bridget lay down to remove them, then stayed there, still panting, with her knees bent, looking at me.
I’d thought she was gorgeous before, but the sight of her in nothing but a pair of pale pink cotton underwear made my head light. Was I breathing? Her long, slim legs begged to be traced by my hands.
“Open your legs. Let me see how wet you are.”
Her knees fell open, exposing the soaked fabric that had turned translucent enough for me to see the dark outline of her slit.
“Oh, princess,” I growled, and a trickle of slick escaped from the hem. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Yes,” Bridget said, biting her lip with another whine.
My heart was pounding, and I was harder than I’d ever been. “Slip your hand inside and touch your clit.”
Watching her hand slide under the waistband of her panties, then move under the fabric was the most erotic moment of my life.
I watched her face. She was still biting her lip, but her eyes had fallen shut. What was she imagining? That it was my hand stroking her? She moaned again, and her eyes found mine.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Stop. Take them off.” My voice was a growl, so feral I hardly recognized it as my own.
I hadn’t known it was possible for her scent to get even stronger when it was already making my head buzz and my blood simmer, but when she slipped off her panties it doubled.
Her pussy was as pink as her nipples, glazed in slick, and gaping. At the apex, her swollen clit was fully exposed, and I almost thought I could see it throbbing.
I had to grip the blanket beneath me to stop myself from gripping her thighs and diving in, face first.
“Fuck,” was all I could say for a moment. I cleared my throat. “Touch your clit again. Slowly.”
Bridget circled it with her finger. My mouth watered as I watched her, imagining how sweet her slick would taste.
“Nathan,” she moaned. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, princess,” I said. “Fuck yourself with your fingers.”
She slid two fingers, her middle and ring fingers, into that gaping pussy with a moan of relief. Her other hand still circled her clit.
“Harder,” I said.
She complied, then added her index finger. Her eyes were on me the whole time. Her finger stroked her clit faster.
I didn’t dare touch myself. I would lose what control I had.
“You’re doing so well,” I said.
“It’s not enough,” she whined, fucking herself with her hand. “I need you. Please, Alpha. Please.”
I moved closer to her, still far enough away that I wouldn’t touch her. “One day, I’m going to fuck you, princess. Is that what you want?”
She cried out, nodding frantically. “Yes. Please.”
My cock throbbed, begging to sink into her soft, pink heat, and I gritted my teeth. “I’m going to taste you first, though. I’m going to suck on your clit and fuck you with my tongue until your sweet slick is gushing all over my face.”
“Oh god,” Bridget said, biting her lip again. Her legs shook.
“And then I’m going to knot you, lock myself inside you, and pump you full of my cum until it leaks down your legs.” I moved closer, as close as I dared let myself get, and growled in her ear, “Come for me, princess.”
She orgasmed with a scream. Another gush of slick around her fingers as I watched her pussy pulse. She bucked her hips and arched her back, still circling her clit with unsteady strokes. I could have watched for hours.
After a few moments, her body calmed, and she caught her breath. I wanted to hold her more than ever, but I drew a throw blanket over her instead.
I could tell when the heat spike haze lifted fully, and Bridget came back to herself. Her eyes popped open, and she looked at me in horror.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she said, sitting up and scooting away from me.
I tried a small smile. “Are you ever going to stop apologizing to me?”
She shook her head, went to cover her face with her hands, then stopped. They were still covered in her slick and I almost begged to lick them clean. “No. Not for this. Oh, my god.”
This wasn’t going how I wanted. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about pri— Bridget,” I said. “I… enjoyed myself.”
Enjoyed myself? What the hell did that mean? I wanted to tell her it was the greatest ten minutes of my life thus far, but with how skittish she already was, I couldn’t bring myself to elaborate.
“Wasn’t that… weird for you?” Bridget asked.
I frowned. “Weird is not the word I would use,” I said dryly.
“I mean… I know you react to my scent because I’m an Omega, but I also know you don’t exactly like me very much—”
“No. Hold on. You think I don’t like you?” I asked.
Bridget shivered under the blanket. “Okay fine, I know you like me as a friend, but that was basically sexual assault—”
I hated to interrupt her again, but I had to. “Bridget. No. I do not like you as a friend. My feelings towards you are not friendly.”
Bridget flushed again. “They’re not?”
“No,” I said simply, then my stomach twisted. “Is that how you think of me?”
Now it was my turn to be horrified, and even more grateful I’d restrained myself.
Bridget’s eyes were wide on mine. She opened and closed her mouth silently. I took pity on both of us to save her from coming up with a diplomatic answer.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” I reiterated.
I stood up slowly, even as my heart broke, and laid her discarded clothing on the bed next to her.
As the adrenaline — or whatever it was that had been coursing through me — faded, my arm started protesting.
I’d have to check the stitches, which gave me an excellent excuse for fleeing the room. “I’ll give you some privacy.”