ALEX #5
A moment of silence. Can’t lie, I want the same things: a family, children, love, and stability. I was never the type of guy who cared about a big career or endless partying and fucking around, I can easily understand him.
So, I fall silent for a moment, torn between warning him and painting more dark scenarios, or…
saying something supportive. If I push him away completely, by bashing his fiancé, he might never call me again.
And if he ever really needs help? I want him to know he can come to me. So I take a deeper breath and say,
"Jared, I’m glad your life is getting better. I’m glad you have a chance at stability, and I hope everything goes well. Come over in a few days when my heat is over, we’ll talk. I promise I won’t lecture you. I want to believe you made a good choice."
Jared exhales, and there’s relief in his voice, which paradoxically makes me more uneasy. Why would he feel relieved unless he has doubts himself?
"Alex, really… thank you for everything you’ve done for me. And I’m sorry I went quiet for almost a year, but I felt stupid because you were right about everything. I’ll come by next week so you have time to recover after the heat."
"Please do."
"Can I ask something? It's a bit personal."
"Shoot."
"Are you spending it alone?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Or maybe fortunately, I don’t know. I’m not sure I can handle a relationship anymore, too much has happened lately. We’ll talk when you come."
"I hoped you already… moved on from Bay."
And here it goes again, another person with the same spiel: Move on! I press my lips together. I don’t want to talk about this.
"My life is complicated. We’ll chat later, alright?"
The call ends, and I rest my head on the edge of the tub again, feeling a wave of relief. At least something.
Jared got back on track. Hopefully… I feel a little uneasy thinking about his fiancé, who didn’t hesitate to mingle with shady people to advance his company…
and he knows Ennio? How come? But maybe I shouldn’t judge too quickly.
Since I’m a killer now, I probably lost a few points of moral superiority over people.
Maybe I should wait and see what actually happens.
With my head in a brooding mode, I soak for another twenty minutes, then get out and go back to Dereck’s bed.
I don’t know how much time I have before the next wave hits, but since this heat has been going on all day, I can expect it to get worse now, stronger.
Unexpectedly, sleep gets the better of me.
I wake up to a painful twist in my lower belly. It’s so intense it bends me in half.
Tears well up in my eyes because I know I’ll have to deal with this alone. Somehow I doubt the stalker will come back.
But… a minute later I’m proven wrong. I hear knocking at the door, slow and strong.
I jolt up from the bed and hurry downstairs.
Yes. It’s him.
My heart races instantly.
Without hesitation I pull the chair away from the door and open it.
What is happening to me? I don’t even know this man.
He steps inside and I close the door and wedge the chair under the handle again.
I lean against the wall.
The man says nothing.
He suddenly pulls a business card out of his pocket. And an envelope.
Wow. I blink at the number printed on it. Carpentry shop. Door repairs.
"Oh… thanks."
Inside the envelope I find cash. I swallow hard and look up at him.
"Seriously… you didn’t have to. You came here to help me. I’d never expect you to—"
He just shakes his head.
At the same time I try to hand the envelope back, but he steps away from me.
I bite my lip, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do now. What should I say?
Something like, I don’t know you, but I want you to fuck me again? Really?
"Thank you for helping me with… umm. The body." I wanted to say his name, but it gets stuck in my throat. As the person who killed him, I feel like I lost the right to use the name his parents gave him.
The man stays silent. He just stands there, staring at me from behind that mask.
So what do I say now?
Hmm?
The thing about the fucking? Fine. I’ll just say it. After struggling for a few seconds, I actually blurt it out loud.
"Wanna fuck me again? I’m in heat, I could use the help."
Well, that comes across as pretty crude. But how subtle could one be when voicing such a primitive thing, an omega in heat, all over the place, falling low in his morals, perhaps?
Silence. Like he’s thinking something over.
Finally he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
He types something into a message window.
Wow. So he does know how to communicate in ways that are not… just staring.
On the screen it says:
"I can’t come during the day. I can only come at night."
I fix my eyes on the words for a moment, dazed, my mind racing.
More silence.
"Why can’t you come during the day? Work?"
He shakes his head again. He doesn’t type anything else.
"Tomorrow is the second day of my heat. I’m gonna be miserable during the day… those dildos barely help… I… need… more."
I lower my head, ashamed. I feel stupid that my omega nature is so strong and, in a way, strips me of independence from alpha energy. It’s unfair, right? And yet somewhere deep inside me there’s something primitive and sexy about it too.
The man stays quiet for a moment, watching me from behind his mask. Then he types on his phone again.
"So you don’t have an alpha who can help you?"
I press my lips together and look down. What am I supposed to say?
"I used to. But I lost him. Ever since that day, I haven’t felt any attraction to any alpha I know.
For some reason… you’re the exception." I tilt my head meaningfully, trying to suggest something to him, but he doesn’t take the bait.
So I sigh and make a loud sound through my nose as I pull in a breath.
"Even though our compatibility, based on Allure, isn’t anything special, you seem to be the only one I can think about in that way, besides my ex," I continue, my voice low. "I haven’t been with anyone but him and you. I’m basically living in celibacy. "
The man suddenly turns away from me and steps back a couple of paces, looking off to the side.
For some reason, I feel like my words hit him hard. But why? His heartbeat picks up. I have no idea how I know it stirred his emotions, but something inside me senses it.
Something I said hit him deep.
After a moment of silence, apparently lost in thought, he types,
"I’ll try to come to you twice during the day, but I can’t stay longer than an hour."
I exhale, feeling relief.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it."
The words tumble out of me, and I feel stupid, incredibly stupid, thanking some random guy for agreeing to come over and fuck me?
And then I do something even dumber.
I take a step forward and wrap my arms around him.
The height difference between us is so overwhelming that my head ends up somewhere around the middle of his chest. I sigh and just hold on to him.
I see his gloved hands lift with a bit of hesitation before they settle on my back and the back of my head.
A pleasant shiver runs through me.
He strokes me gently in a way that should be soothing, except it doesn’t soothe me at all, it only makes me want more.
What is this? Being in his arms feels so wonderful it steals my breath.
I feel the soft brush of his gloved fingers in my hair and on my back, and in those touches there is so much tenderness, more than I ever would have expected from a stranger.
His index finger moves lightly over my shoulder blades and then glides down along my spine, over each vertebra, and I close my eyes and take a deep breath as my fingers curl into his thick black sweater.
Under the fabric I feel muscles hard as steel, like I’m touching someone carved out of stone instead of a living man, and it sends another sweet shiver through my lower belly, blood sinking downward.
"You’re so strong…" I murmur, sinking into the feeling, drifting into bliss.
The last time I felt this good was in Bay’s arms. The same sweet, perfect feeling, the same burst of intense happiness.
"Who are you, who are you?" I whisper.
I breathe him in. I sense the shower gel and his scent of neutral autumn leaves. To my personal genetic pheromone sense, it consistently falls somewhere between a low and mid level of compatibility, but at this stage I strongly suspect it’s artificial.
His gloved hands rise into my hair, threading through it gently, brushing my nape… I tremble with pleasure, and I almost come, the feeling is that divine.
"You stalk me to protect me, don’t you?" I whisper. And he… nods slightly.
Fuck. He admits it.
Unfortunately my weirdness rises to the surface.
A soft moan slips out of me, and another wave of heat crashes through my body, my fingers clenching the fabric of his sweater, almost pulling at it.
The hunger inside me grows, my hole pulses, sharp sudden contractions running along its length, almost paralyzing in their intensity.
The wave!
I want him.
"When you do it, do you ever think about my hole?"
A short pause, then a slow nod.
My body arches a little, my hips tilting back into the typical heat posture, my pelvis tipping as I push my ass out in an obscene display.
Feverish, I pull away from him with a sharp gasp, turn, and lunge toward the table.
I lean over it with the front of my body and let my robe fall to the floor.
I’m completely naked now, bent over the table with a strange alpha under the same roof, the kind who admitted he’s been stalking me.
And I’m presenting my ass to him.
"Do it, fuck me, make this hunger stop for a moment…"
I hear his footsteps behind me.
Then the rustle of something, I don’t look back, but I know he’s opening one condom wrapper and then another.