Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Enzo
The knock on the door was loud, but it wasn’t the knock I wanted.
“Hello? I know you’re in there, omega, and I know you’re in heat,” Creepy Mr. Tindall called out loud enough for anyone who was home in the other apartments on my floor to hear, too.
I was just glad the ugly alpha who lived at the end of the hall worked the day shift or I was sure he’d be out there, too.
“Come on, omega. Open the door and let me in. I’ve got exactly what you want right here. ”
I had no doubt that Mr. Tindall grabbed his crotch with those words.
I squeezed tighter into the corner of my bedroom on the other side of the mattress that served as my bed, hugging my knees to my chest and shivering with heat and fear. It didn’t matter how scared I was, slick poured out of me, soaking the seat of my sweatpants and probably the floor under me.
The pounding came again. “Let me in, omega. You can’t hold out forever,” Mr. Tindall called.
I’d been super excited by my heats before.
I’d been embarrassed a few times and annoyed a few times when they’d come in the middle of Papa’s treatment, when he really needed me but I had to leave his care in the hands of a nurse.
Also while I trusted myself to the care of a nurse, come to think of it, because that the alpha who had been on hand that one time and I couldn’t afford Bangers & Mash.
But I’d never been so fucking scared of my heat as I was this time.
“Please, Shawn, please,” I whimpered, hiding my face against my knees as the knocking continued.
I’d known this heat was coming. I was usually as regular as clockwork with a heat every six months on the dot.
This one was only a few days early, nothing out of the ordinary.
But I hadn’t made arrangements for one of my alpha friends to take me through.
I’d thought of calling up the same nurse from Papa’s hospital who had been there for me six months ago, right after Papa died, and who had been sympathetic, if somewhat indifferent.
But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make the call to anyone.
There was only one alpha I wanted anywhere near me during this heat, and though I’d fought to deny it, tried to convince myself I was miles beneath him and that I would only screw up his life if I called him, it had to be Shawn.
The knocking continued, and I groaned and slipped to lie on my side on the floor.
It was cool, but it wasn’t exactly a relief.
I’d opened the window to let in the cold, early-November air, but that wasn’t doing me any good either.
I needed an alpha to fuck me, I needed Shawn to fuck me, and I needed it now.
But how humiliating was it to call someone so gorgeous and powerful and rich to service little old me in his threadbare apartment?
Shawn had so many other things to do that were worlds more important.
I should have been strong enough to tough it out for three days.
I should have swallowed my pride and called Rick Deluca and told him to sell me to someone fast.
I couldn’t do it, though. The very idea had me wanting to hurl.
What had I been thinking to even entertain the idea that I could sell myself to someone as a sex slave?
And how could I have been so na?ve as to think the money from that sale would go anywhere other than into my dad’s pocket?
I didn’t know how Dad had found out about my crazy plan, but he had, and I had the sick feeling I wouldn’t know a moment’s peace until he had whatever price I earned in his pocket.
The knocking sounded again even more insistently than before.
I turned my face into the dirty floorboards and moaned.
I’d waited way too long to make the call to Shawn.
Technically, I’d already gone through one excruciating heat wave alone.
This was the second, and because I’d had an empty wave for the first, it was even worse.
If things kept going like this, I would break down and open the door to Mr. Tindall, whether I wanted to or not.
“Enzo?” The knocking continued, but I perked up, because it was Shawn’s voice, not Mr. Tindall’s, coming from the hall. “Enzo, are you in there?”
I uncurled from my ball, wincing at how badly it hurt, and scrambled to my feet.
I rushed almost blindly around my bed and through the door into the main room of my apartment.
The only furniture I owned was a half-collapsed sofa, a table with two chairs, one of them broken, and a bookshelf filled with all the second-hand books I’d picked up to entertain myself, because I couldn’t afford a TV or cable.
That was all there was, but I still managed to slam my toe into one leg of a chair as I flailed my way to the door.
“Enzo?” Shawn’s knock came again.
I unlocked the door and fumbled with the chain of the extra lock before throwing open the door to him, panting and sweaty.
“There he is,” Mr. Tindall growled from several steps down the hall behind Shawn.
He had his shirt unbuttoned and his jeans were tented with a large wet spot on the front.
He tried to lunge at me, but Shawn, who stood there in an expensive suit and tie, looking like some kind of corporate Adonis, wheeled around and punched him hard in the nose.
Mr. Tindall screamed as blood spurted from his nose. I would have laughed at the man who had tormented me so much finally getting what he deserved, but revenge was not at the forefront of my mind.
“Shawn,” I whined, bursting into tears.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Shawn said, his deep, alpha voice as honeyed as a caress. He stepped boldly into my apartment, looking around for half a second before focusing on me, then slammed the door shut behind me.
I didn’t wait. I threw myself into his arms, making an ungodly keening sound as I all but climbed up him and slammed my mouth over his.
He kissed me back possessively, and I thought I might die with relief at having my alpha there at last. His rich, rainy scent wrapped around me and his strong arms clamped me and held me up as he ravished my mouth.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Mr. Tindall said as the threw the door open. “He’s mine. I’ve been waiting for his sweet ass for years now.” The asshole had had the gall to unzip his jeans and pull his cock out.
Shawn’s reaction was swift and fierce and every bit as dominant as I would expect a top alpha to be.
With me still wrapped around him like a monkey, he whirled around and shot a hand out, grabbing Mr. Tindall by the throat.
“You will leave my omega alone,” he growled in a voice so dark and commanding that it had every hair on my body standing up on end.
It was so assertive that even though he was bleeding and couldn’t breathe, Mr. Tindall jerked and spewed cum like he was the omega in heat.
I would laugh later over the fact that my alpha was so virile that he could make another alpha come.
“Get out!” Shawn roared, pushing Mr. Tindall back into the hall, then slamming the door behind him again. This time he locked it and replaced the chain lock before giving his full attention to me. “It’s okay, Zo-Zo. I’m here.”
I loved hearing my nickname on his lips. I wanted other things on his lips, though. Namely me.
“You came,” I wept, hugging him tightly and burying my face against his shoulder for a second. But only a second. “Oh, God, Shawn. It hurts so much. I need you!”
“You’ve got me,” Shawn said, walking across the room to my bedroom. “I’m here now. Everything will be okay.”
I believed him. With my entire body and soul, I believed him.
I didn’t care what he thought about my apartment, even though I was certain he thought it was sad and pathetic.
I didn’t care that my sweatpants were definitely soaked through as he pulled at the drawstring once we were in my bedroom.
My alpha was here. He would take care of me. He would give me everything I needed.
At that second, what I needed was to be covered in his cum, inside and out.
As soon as my sweatpants were loose, I scrambled out of his arms, standing on wobbly feet, and shucked them entirely.
I already had my shirt off, since heat had made me too hot to want clothes touching my skin.
It felt glorious to be naked in front of my alpha, presented to him, ripe and ready for the taking.
It was an unintentional mirror of the way we’d played our scene just under a week ago, but before Shawn could react or do anything, I dropped to my knees and fumbled frantically with the fastenings of his fancy trousers.
This! I needed this so badly. I needed my alpha’s scent strong in my nose.
I needed his skin against mine, his sweat and his seed all over me. I would die if I didn’t get it.
“Easy,” Shawn murmured, brushing his fingers through my hair as I nearly broke a nail tugging his zipper down.
“I don’t want easy,” I said mindlessly, then grabbed his loosened trousers and yanked down for all I was worth.
His thick, straining cock leapt free, standing up rigidly with desire.
I pulled his trousers down far enough that I freed his swollen balls, too.
I slammed my face into his groin, moaning and rubbing against those balls like I was worshiping them and their contents.
I breathed in his heady scent, and my hole burst like a dam, gushing slick all down my thighs.
My own, small, omega balls felt like they were going to explode any second, too.
I took a deep breath and dragged my nose and lips up the length of his cock.
His erection was so demanding that his foreskin had pulled back on its own.
I sucked his tip into my mouth then rolled my eyes back in my head and bobbed as hard on him as I could without actually bruising the back of my throat.