16. Jordan
Chapter sixteen
I wake up in Icarus's arms, burning up.
"Gracious dude, you're a furnace when you sleep," I grumble, shoving him off of me. He yelps his surprise as he peeks at me with one eye. He's got the pillow resting over his head, and the blankets are tangled around his legs, leaving what feels like acres of bare skin on display.
"Me? You're one to talk. I'm dying over here." He rolls over on his back, tossing the pillow at me. I bat it away, and my mouth waters at the sight that greets me behind it.
Icarus is wearing just a pair of black boxers that hang below his hipbones, a dark patch of hair tempting me with what's below. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care that his cock is tenting the front, jutting out and begging for me to grab it.
A high-pitched noise fills the room.
"Are you whining , sunshine?" Vick says curiously.
Whining? Am I whining?
He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his boxers and scoots it down just a bit more, and now I am definitely sure that I am whining. I am also positive that slick has joined the game as well. He smirks at my reaction.
"Come here, sweetie," he says softly. I can't resist listening to him, so I crawl across the bed to get to him. He places a hand on my face and winces. "Well, that explains it."
"Explains what?"
"Well, you presented as an Omega three months ago, Jordan," he says slowly. It's clear he's trying to tell me something. Still, I can't figure out what because I can't take my eyes off the way a small wet patch is forming where his cock presses his boxers, salivating for a chance to taste it and inexplicably mad that the fabric wiped it off before I could.
Oh.
I look up at Vick, and he's got a sly little grin on his face. "Figured it out yet?"
I gulp, nodding slowly. The column of his neck is bare, and suddenly I'm fucking furious that that is the case.
It's not supposed to be bare.
It's supposed to bear my mark.
Oh.
"I'm in heat, aren't I?"
He chuckles and adjusts himself so he's sitting behind me, beginning to braid my hair. "I believe so. This is early stage, for sure."
My stomach churns. He's going to see me naked. What if he thinks I'm disgusting? What if he doesn't want me? What if I'm doomed to go through this heat alone?
"Woah, wherever your mind went, just then, I'd like you to come back," he says, turning me so he can look at me. "Tell me what made you so upset."
"How do you know I'm upset?"
"Did you not hear yourself whining?"
My ears rang with my vulnerability, so I must have missed them. "I…" I can't force the words out. What if he confirms all of them? At least now, when they live in my head, there is a little bit of plausible deniability that he agrees with them. "It's stupid."
"Nothing that upsets you is stupid, Jordan." After securing the braid, he tugs me into his lap and dances his fingers up my spine underneath my tank top.
The gentle way he speaks to and touches me relaxes me enough to speak my fears aloud—some of them. "Lanie told me we probably haven't had sex yet because I gained weight. What if you see me naked and think I'm disgusting?"
"You know, I'm starting to really dislike Lanie, sunshine. I'm trying hard because she's your friend and works for you, but I'm noticing a pattern here. Friday's are eating out lunch days, right?"
I nod slowly. Where's he going with this?
"And once a month on Sunday, you get brunch. Every Friday, you've 'had a big lunch' and barely touched anything for dinner. Every time you get brunch, you bring almost your entire meal home and then pick at your food for the rest of the day. I know you love Lanie, but I'm wondering if she's not good for your health. I want to make it abundantly clear that I do not, and will never, find you disgusting. We haven't had sex because I am trying my damnedest to make sure you know me before…"
"Before what?" I say cautiously. Is he hiding something from me?
His face flushes, and his chin dips. "I know that bonding is stronger and more permanent during a heat. I've read the research thoroughly. But I also know that when I fuck you, I will claim you right then and there. I don't think I'll be able to stop myself. So I wanted to make sure you knew me, knew who I am before I put you in that situation."
"You… you want to bond with me?" I bend back a little to look at his beautiful face, which has become my favorite part of my day. His deep green eyes are so open and hopeful that there is not a single moment I doubt his sincerity.
"Of course, Jordan. I love you."
He loves me?
He loves me.
Is it fast? Sure. It's only been three months. But he was quite literally made for me.
I've felt love before. Not Henrik or any others in the parade of Betas I spent my twenties with. But young love. Hopeful, naive, overwhelming love.
And this isn't like that.
No, this is steady. This is nights on the couch with two cats yelling at one another. It's his and hers mugs, one with tea and one with a latte every morning.
What I have with Icarus is beyond explanation.
"I love you too, Icarus," I say quietly. And though my body is on fire, my stomach cramping and yelling at me that I need his knot, his bite, I kiss him gently and slowly. Because this is not a moment I want to forget. I do not want to rush through this because of a biological process. Pulling away from the sweet, lingering kiss, I press my forehead against his. "Do you want to go to my nest?" I ask quietly.
He slides off the bed and brings me with him, banding his arms around my hips. "Go get your nest ready, Omega. I'm going to order a heat kit for us."
"Heat kit?"
"Ah, yeah. One of my coworkers told me about it. Omegamart works with the grocery store, and they'll drop off everything you could need during a heat, so you don't have to think about it. Protein bars and drinks, electrolytes, dried meat, and fruit," he clears his throat before continuing at a much lower volume, "and various toys, lubricants, and restraints."
"I have us covered on those last three. Just place a grocery delivery order and then get your ass in the nest, Alpha." I swat his ass playfully and shove him towards the door. "Oh, and Alpha?"
"Yes, Omega?"
"When you come through that door, you better be prepared to mark me."
My nest was pretty much already set up how I liked it, leaving me little to do while I waited for Icarus.
The clothes I'm wearing start to feel tight and rough, like a sandpaper corset, so I strip down. When dreaming about what my first heat would be like, I would picture sexy lingerie that barely covers my bits getting shredded by powerful Alphas in a cloud of a nest.
And while this isn't what I pictured, it's exactly what I want.
I lay in the middle of the nest, blankets and pillows spread around it, including the insanely soft pink one Icarus got me. It's when I'm wrapped up in these blankets, rubbing them on my heated face, that Icarus returns.
"Can I come into your nest now, Omega?"
I pull the blanket down, my head popping out from beneath it, and smile at my Alpha. He's still in just his boxers, his hands on his bare hips as he looks at me with amusement. His phone is plugged in and on a small white table in the corner. He notices me looking at it.
"No telling how long we'll be here, so I texted Lanie from your phone that you won't be in for a bit, and I told the Clinic not to expect me. Oh, and grocery delivery will send a text when they drop the stuff off at the door." He's rambling, looking around awkwardly, unsure what to do with his hands and body.
"Have you never taken part of a heat, Vick?" I ask softly.
"No, I haven't. I haven't dated Omegas, and it's not like I can join a heat service as a solo Alpha." He looks embarrassed, but I wish he wouldn't. I like that my first heat is his as well.
"Well, Alpha, there are three rules during a heat." I sit up on my knees, holding my hands on my thighs. "The first rule is I get your knot as often as I want."
He chuckles, leaning against the room's wall and crossing his arms. "Understood."
"The second is that you have to bite me, mark me as yours."
A low groan rumbles in his throat as his pupils widen. "That is a promise, sunshine." He stalks towards the edge of my nest, a predator with eyes locked on his prey.
"Ah ah ah, hold up," I tell him, holding my hand out. "There's one more rule."
He tries to hide his frustration as he stops moving and crosses his arms defiantly across his bare chest. "And that is?"
"No clothes in the nest, Alpha." I wave my hand at the boxers he still has on, feeling the cramping of my core as I imagine what's underneath them. "Take them off."
It's seconds later that he has them removed without ceremony, and I'm staring at my gorgeous Alpha in all of his naked glory. His body possesses a quiet strength, with lean, corded muscles that hint towards a natural fitness that doesn't take much effort to maintain.
Dark hair covers his lower stomach, despite the dishwater blonde it is on his head, and leads my eyes directly to his cock. It's swollen, the tip red and glistening with arousal for me. My mouth dries out as I stare at it, wishing he was closer, wishing I had my lips wrapped around it, longing to taste him, to swallow him down to…
"Woah, easy there, sunshine," he chuckles.
In my heat-addled state, I've crawled to the edge of the nest where he still stands, and I've wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, pulling him towards me.
"Why aren't you in the nest?" I whine, not wanting to crawl out despite how much I want to taste him.
"You didn't even give me a chance!" he laughs, gently unwrapping my fingers from his length and stepping down into the cushioned area. "There, c'mere," he coos, pulling me onto his lap as he sits down. He traces his fingers up my jaw before leaning in and kissing me sweetly, softly.
I meet his energy but quickly surpass it, needing more stimulation and urgency. I nip his lower lip, careful not to break the skin, and he chuckles into my mouth. "Eager, aren't you?"
"My heat is sixteen years overdue. Of course, I'm eager," I grumble. "I want your cock, Alpha."
He grabs my chin, fingers biting into the skin, and turns my face side to side, looking for something. As if my eyes asked the question, he tells me, "I'm checking to see how lucid you are. You're still pretty clear. Before you fall fully into it, we need to discuss boundaries."
I'm not a stranger to kinky sex. I know what I like and what I'm willing to try. "I've got a full questionnaire I'll send you after, but I like the stoplight system for safewords."
"Red stop, yellow ease up, green is good?" he clarifies.
"Yes. Hard limits are blood and knife play, watersports, excrement-"
"Fuck, what kind of sex have you been having?" he asks with a choked laugh.
I shrug, brushing my hair off my heated forehead. "Not that kind. But I don't know what you're into, so I felt I needed to clarify…"
"Not into that, you can rest assured."
"Good, we're in agreement. Other than those, I don't like rope work on my breasts, and if I'm gagged, I don't want it with clothes or anything. Proper, firm gags only. Double tap on the thigh when gagged, or my mouth is otherwise occupied." I point to the three-drawer end table he put his phone on top of. "My toys are there. I've got ball, fishhook, spider, and o-ring gags, plugs, rope, vibrators…"
"Fucking hell, sunshine," Icarus sputters. "I'm not sure I'm going to survive you."
"Oh, are you a bottom?" I struggle to hide my curiosity. I prefer to bottom mostly, but topping every once in a while could be fun.
He shakes his head. "Sorry to disappoint, but no. Is that an issue?"
"Nah, no issue at all." A painful cramp hits me, and I double over, groaning through the pain. "But if I don't get some of your Alpha pheromones in a minute, there will be an issue."
I don't wait for an invitation. I shove Icarus into a lying position as I slide off his lap and grab his cock in one hand before lapping at the tip. "That's all the time for negotiations I got, Alpha," I mumble around his head. "You're about to lose practical Jordan for good. Speak now, or let the heat overwhelm."
His voice is strangled and thick as he attempts to speak while my mouth slides down his shaft. "You're sure about bonding?"
When I pull off his cock my mouth 'pops' loudly. I lock onto those rich emerald green eyes of his, urging him to read the sincerity in my gaze. "Completely, Alpha."
Icarus nods, getting all the confirmation he needs, before reclining back on his elbows. His cock juts up and out from where my fist loosely grips it. "Then don't let me stop you, Omega."
I don't need any additional guidance as I slip him into my throat in one movement, swallowing around the intrusion as he grips the back of my head and holds me there, my nose pressed into the dark hairs on his pelvis. I gag around him, convinced I'm going to run out of air before he lets me go.
But it feels good to be at his mercy. To know how much control he has over me. It feels so good that the Omega that's been hiding in me preens, happy to know that our Alpha is in control and will take care of us. It has me diving back down, sucking down his length again and hoping he holds me there, wondering how I can communicate to him that that's what I want. I want him to take my breath away, to be in such control of me that he's responsible for the air in my lungs.
We go on like this for several rotations of sucking, holding, and releasing before Icarus gently grabs me by the neck, his fingers pressed up against my jaw.
Safe choking. Hot.
He shoves me off of him and onto my back, lording over me and blocking out the light behind him. At this angle, he looks like his namesake, eclipsing the sun. But I won't let him fall to earth.
A searing kiss has his fingers flexing into my soft flesh and me whining around his mouth. His knee kicks up between my legs, pressing against my hot, bare center, and I immediately grind down on it for stimulation.
"Oh, look how wet and needy you are," he purrs, pressing his knee harder, giving me that friction I'm aching for. "Maybe I'll make you take what you want before I give you anything. How does that sound?"
My brain is working, but it appears the wires that send signals to my mouth have been cut because I can't get the words out to tell him that it sounds like blissful torture. Instead, I ride his leg, panting and moaning as I chase the orgasm he seems dead set on denying me.
"Yes, I like that. Come on my leg, and then I'll consider touching you. I want you to soak yourself before I slide into you, stretch that sweet little cunt out, and fill you with my knot. I want you a slick and needy mess, begging for me, living for me," he tightens his fingers around my throat lightly, " breathing for me. You'll do that, won't you, sunshine? You'll be a good girl and do whatever your Alpha wants so you can get this knot, won't you?"
His words, his aura, and his dominance roll through me, and it takes only seconds before I lose myself in an orgasm that makes me feel like my brain is going to explode. I've never felt anything like this before, and that's without him even trying. Is this because I'm with him or because I'm in heat?
I suppose that distinction doesn't matter because fuck that was great.
"Alpha," I whine, "please? Knot. Please. Bite, knot, rut, Alpha."
His eyes flash with deviance. "Rut, you say?" He chuckles as he lowers his face to mine, our noses touching. "You don't know what you're asking for, sunshine."
I growl. How dare my Alpha deny me what is mine! I grab his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Bite. Rut. Knot."
"You think you're in charge?" He shakes his head. "Come now, Omega, you know better."
"Rule… one." Why is it so difficult to force out words that aren't the three that are dancing nonstop in my brain?
Bite. Rut. Knot.
Knot. Bite. Rut.
Order doesn't matter. I need all three.
Icarus reaches his hand down between us, and his fingers circle my aching clit as I feel him push inside me without warning. "I forgot about rule one," he whispers in my ear. "But next heat, you'll need to learn the beauty of delayed gratification, Omega."
I don't bother responding because I'm getting what I want.
Icarus takes on a punishing pace as he pistons his hips into me, his eyes turning nearly black, and a range of primitive groans and growls leave his mouth. I'm getting so close to shattering around him when he pulls out, flips me on my stomach, and lifts my ass in the air.
"Present for me, Omega," he says in a low voice that I couldn't deny if I wanted to. "Now."
I stretch my arms out in front of me, resting my cheek on the soft ground of my nest as I push my ass up as far in the air as I can and spread my knees to give him space to thrust into me.
And does he ever.
A full rut takes over him the moment he's inside me, slamming so brutally that it feels like his hips bruise my ass. His hands grip that soft flesh around my hips, and usually, I'd feel self-conscious over it, but right now, I feel like a goddess.
I drove this handsome, successful, incredible Alpha so crazy he fell into a rut.
"Gonna bite you, Omega," he says as he drapes himself over my back, his mouth close to my ear. "Going to make you mine forever. Going to fuck you until you can't walk, can't think, can't breathe without thinking of me. You're mine, Jordan."
Pain lights me up but quickly morphs into exquisite pleasure as he bites the crook of my neck, where it meets my shoulder while pounding into me. My orgasm is ripped from me by his teeth as I break apart, put together again when he follows me over the cliff, and I feel his knot swelling and filling me, locking us together.
Icarus stretches forward at an awkward angle so I can return the bite on the side of his neck, above where his collar would cover. It's hard to wrench my head to clamp down on his flesh, but I manage, and the moment I do, I feel his presence inside me like a brand.
We're woven together, our essences forever tied to one another.
And through that bond, I feel his utter elation, his joy, his adoration, and his love.
Oh, there is so much love.
We lay there spooning, and I wish I could look into his eyes and see how he's feeling about all of this. But before I voice my displeasure, he leans close to my ear and whispers, "This is the most beautiful gift you could have ever given me. I feel you everywhere. Thank you, Jordan. Thank you for being mine."