Chapter 14 #2
“I’ve never been jealous before,” he admitted, after Baal had pulled him into an elevator outside the hall. He was shoved up against the wall as soon as the doors closed, the alpha’s mouth sucking and nipping at his neck. “Is that really what this is?”
“Even your little brother understands jealousy,” Baal teased. “Do you really not know, sweetheart? Or are you too afraid to face yourself?”
He caught sight of his reflection in the metal doors and frowned at what he saw. His skin was flushed, his breathing uneven. There was a sheen of sweat on his brow, and instead of being cooler away from the crowd, Thorn felt like he was burning up.
A whine surged out of him the same second the alpha cursed and shoved away, the two of them realizing what was really going on all at once.
“It’s your heat.” Baal’s brow furrowed.
“It’s early.” Thorn whimpered as his dick throbbed and lengthened in his pants. A gush of wetness leaked out of his backside, instantly soaking his boxer briefs.
“Has it ever come early before?”
He shook his head and tried to control himself. The elevator would take them straight to the VIP suite, but that didn’t mean he wanted to lose his mind in this tiny box, where there was most likely a camera.
“Has an alpha ever given you their scent in the past?” Baal asked.
Right, he’d used the glands in his jaw and cheek to rub himself all over Thorn, scenting him. Covering him in his pheromones.
“A few times,” Thorn said as the elevator dinged, signaling they’d arrived.
He was quickly swept off his feet and carried out into the foyer of the same room they’d stayed at before.
The familiar space was comforting at first, until they passed the kitchen and he was reminded of how that night had ended.
“If you abandon me again, I’ll punch you. ”
“My omega is about to enter his heat cycle,” the alpha replied as he carried him straight up the stairs to the loft bedroom. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Baal deposited him onto the bed. “Has a dominant alpha ever scented you?”
“No.” Thorn’s hips thrust up when Baal’s thigh accidentally brushed between his legs as he started helping him out of the stifling suit. “You’re the only dominant alpha I’ve ever been with.”
“I’m the only alpha you’ll ever be with again, period.”
Thorn shook his head, but the second Baal’s fingers made contact with his sensitive nipples as he pulled his shirt open, all thought fled his mind.
“I triggered your heat accidentally,” Baal explained. “Have you been needy for me, sweetheart? Is that it? Must be. Have you felt neglected these past few weeks? Hmm?”
“Alpha.” Thorn didn’t want to be teased right now. He wanted to be taken.
“How quickly does it usually hit you?”
“Fast.” For some, the body eased into a heat or a rut, but Thorn had always been different. His hit like a freight train speeding through the night with all its lights off. “Usually I hole up the day before it’s supposed to start, just in case.”
“Ever get caught outside?” Baal roughly tugged his pants and underwear off in one go, causing his body to slide down the mattress at the same time.
Thorn squeezed his eyes shut and hissed as a fresh wave of slick pooled between his thighs. His dick was leaking as well, and he felt a river of precome roll down his hard shaft. “Once.”
“Did anything happen?” the alpha growled.
“No. I found an empty construction site and stayed there overnight.”
“Is that how long it typically lasts for you? A day?”
“It can be more…depending on.”
“Depending on what, omega?” Baal was less careful with his own clothing, practically tearing through it as he glared down at Thorn’s writhing body, clearly knowing what he was about to say.
“If I’m being taken care of, it can go on for longer.”
“If you’re being fucked and knotted, you mean.” He lay down over Thorn, pinning his body in place, and wrapped a hand around his throat. “You aren’t allowed to take another alpha's knot ever again. You aren’t even allowed to picture it. Is that clear, omega?”
Another desperate whine slipped past his lips when Baal ground his hips against him.
“Answer me,” the alpha demanded. “Tell me you know who you belong to.”
“It’s starting to hurt.” The ache was thrumming through him, painful cramps deep inside his body, causing him to tremble. An omega in heat didn’t just lust for an alpha’s attention, they physically needed it. The longer he went without being stuffed, the more it would burn between his thighs.
Thorn had been careful not to be left without toys to help him through those periods when he wasn’t dating or calling someone to help him with it.
There were knotting toys that did the trick in a pinch, and since he’d lived alone the past two years, he hadn’t had to worry about locking himself in his room and could instead move about the house as needed.
That time he’d hidden in the construction site had been brutal. There’d been the constant fear of discovery, the worry the rainstorm wouldn’t be enough to cover his scent and an alpha would find him at any moment.
Then there’d been the excruciating pain. It’d been debilitating, keeping him in the fetal position for most of the night, his fingers stuffed into his hole, unable to reach anywhere near deep enough to even ease the burn.
He’d been secretly afraid of that pain ever since, and refused to experience it again now when there was a perfectly good alpha cock rubbing up on him tauntingly.
“Call me your alpha,” Baal said. “If you want it, that’s all you have to do.”
“If you were my alpha,” Thorn wrapped his arms around Baal’s back and dug his nails in, “you’d be fucking me like it.”