23. Levi
23
Levi
It took me longer than desired to get a substitute for my classroom, but when I told administration that my brand new Omega was having a heat spike, they were understanding. The drive home was stressful, and I was weaving in and out of traffic to speed up the commute as much as I could.
I used my hands-free system to call the rest of the guys about the situation but told them I wanted to try to handle this on my own if I could. I just wanted to make them aware.
A lot of times, I feel like less of an Alpha, and I almost need to prove to myself and my pack that I can handle this. That I can take care of our Omega just as well as all of them.
But nothing prepares me for the emotions that hit me when I walk into the nest and see Nora on her side, curled up in a ball, sobbing and twitching with pain.
I climb in with her, peeling my shirt off to pull her directly against my skin. She's burning up, like touching a stove top you just turned off.
"Alpha," she says, her voice more whine than words.
"I'm here, Nora, I'm here," I say, stroking my hand down her hair. "Can I help you, Omega?"
She grinds on my lap, the Omega instincts completely overriding everything now. "Please, Alpha, please." I doubt she even knows what she's begging for.
"I got you, Omega. Let me take care of you." I lay her down gently on her back run my hands up her thighs. "I'm going to take your panties off, okay?" She whimpers, which I take as a yes, and I pull them down. She's soaked, slick absolutely dripping from her, and my mouth waters.
This isn't the situation I expected to be in the first time we fooled around, but hell, I'll take it.
I run my fingers down her center, and the moment I touch her, Nora's back arches, and she moans loudly, her flesh heated and oversensitive.
"Please, Alpha," she says again, the words going straight to my cock.
"I'll take care of you, doll, don't worry." My thumb rubs against her swollen clit, her apple cider scent swirling around me. She's so responsive to my touch, which is a good thing, considering I've only done this a handful of times. I'm glad I'm on my own with her right now, with no one looking on and judging.
"More," she pants. "I need more."
The command has me groaning, palming my cock through my slacks, and I slide a finger inside of her. The heat of her practically travels up my arm and overtakes my whole body. I use one hand to fumble with my belt and slide out of my pants, reaching into my briefs and squeezing my cock tightly.
I can't, I won't, fuck her like this. We haven't talked through it, she can't truly consent.
I'm not going to take her virginity like this.
Pushing a second finger into her, I lower my body flat on the mattress of the nest. I take her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and she immediately weaves her fingers into my hair, pulling my face tighter against her pussy.
I want to taste all of her, to learn every molecule of her with my tongue, to be so consumed by her that there is no doubt that she has fused herself with me permanently.
I slide my fingers out of her and flatten my tongue, dragging it from her asshole all the way to her clit, where I suction my mouth tightly. She screams out, pulling tighter on my hair and pushing me even closer. "Stay… there…" she pants. Her command makes me growl, my eyes rolling slightly at the desire it ignites in me.
Keeping my mouth on her clit, I slide my fingers back inside her, curling them against the spot that I just know was made for my knot.
The sounds she makes, the way her body moves beneath me, are like an erotic symphony, and I grind myself into the mattress beneath me, seeking any release I can find. The combination of pressure on my cock and the taste of her is a potent elixir, and I feel myself losing control.
She tastes like the static I listen to when I fall asleep—soothing in the way it surrounds me and drives all other thoughts from my head.
I nip at her clit and curl my fingers at the same time, and she explodes, her body thrashing in ecstasy. The movement locks my face in place, and I can barely breathe anything save for the heady scent of her arousal. There is no way for me to come up for air with the grip she has on the back of my head, and at this point, I could be suffocated in her heat, and I'd die happy.
Grinding harder against the nest, I feel myself approaching the edge, and while I don't want to be that guy that shoots off in my pants, I really don't think there is anything I can do to stop it. She's burying my face in her pussy, chasing another release, and I am happy to let her catch it.
It doesn't take long for her to reach her peak again, her body hypersensitive from the first orgasm. With just a few well-timed thrusts with my fingers and a hard suck on her clit, she gets off again. This time, I don't hold back, my hips moving so quickly against the mattress that I come with her.
Her body goes slack, limp, the heat spike satisfied.
Fuck.
Our pack has never assisted an Omega during heat before. If it's going to be like this, we're in for a killer few days.
Nora dozes off, so I go to the bathroom and clean myself up before grabbing a washcloth, wetting it with warm water, and cleaning her lower half. I settle into the nest, tugging her into my chest, and hold her while she sleeps.
Nora wakes after a very short nap, whining with distress.
It's a distinctly different sound than the whines that poured out of her just a bit ago, and I immediately start purring to soothe her. "Doll, it's okay, I'm right here."
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Alpha," she says, her voice dejected.
"Nothing is wrong with you. It was a heat spike."
She looks up at me, eyes red-rimmed from crying. "Not that. I don't know who I am anymore. Everything I've ever been told I am supposed to be seems to be the opposite of what my pack wants. I can't make sense of it, and it hurts so much. Why am I like this?"
I ache at her words, heartbroken with her distress. "There is nothing wrong with you, Nora. It's hard to be an Omega."
"That's the thing, it's not. I have the rules, I know the steps. If I follow the rules, I will be the Perfect Omega, and I won't have to worry about a thing." She chews on her lip. "But there is a voice in my head telling me I'm wrong. Pushing me to break the rules, to change the standard."
"We just want you to be you, Nora," I say, burying my face in her silky blonde hair.
"I'm starting to worry there is no Nora," she says so quietly I barely hear her. "There is only the Perfect Omega and the little voice that wants to set her on fire."
I stand up, pulling Nora to her feet. "I want you to get dressed in something comfortable. Lounge clothes, leggings, something like that. I'm going to give you one of my sweaters to wear. And then I want to take you somewhere, okay?"
She nods, and I can see the commands quiet the part of her brain that is making her stress and question every little thing she does.
After we're both dressed, I grab her a water bottle and buckle her into the front seat of my car. I don't bother telling Chase we're leaving. His door is shut, and his room is completely silent, so he probably left.
I am grateful he called me, though.
The drive is only about twenty minutes, and we don't talk much on the way. I play a playlist that always seems to calm me when I'm stressed, a mixture of indie and folk music. We pull into the driveway in front of the light blue home with the white porch, and I put the car into park.
"Nora, I want you to meet my parents," I say slowly.
Predictably, she freaks out. "I'm not dressed for this, Levi! They're going to be so disappointed in me. They'll know I'm not good enough for you!"
I shush her, pulling both her hands into my own. "Nora, breathe. I brought you here for a specific reason."
"Why?"
"My father is an Omega, and my mother is an Alpha," I say, watching her expression shift to confusion.
"Your father is an Omega?" she repeats. "I've never met a male Omega."
"I'm not surprised." I chuckle. "Male Omegas don't really fit the Perfect Omega mold, do they?" She shakes her head slowly. I get out of the car, help her out on her side, and ring the doorbell.
My mother swings it open, gasping. "Levi!" she exclaims, pulling me in for a hug.
Mom is as tall as Joey, with red hair that curls down her back. Today, she's dressed casually in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. "Hey, Momma," I say, squeezing her tightly.
"Who's this?" she says, looking over at Nora.
"Momma, that's Nora. She's my Omega."
Mom drops me immediately and grabs Nora, squeezing her against her chest. "Why didn't you tell me you found your Omega?" she asks through tears, not letting Nora pull away from her chest.
"It's relatively new, and I…" I ruffle my hair. "Well, we've been adjusting, is all."
Finally releasing Nora, Mom steps back and motions for us to come inside. Nora has been quiet until now, but once inside the home, she bows her head. "You have a beautiful home, ma'am."
"Ma'am?" she says, peering at Nora. But her eyes widen. Inside, with Nora standing in front of her in the light, recognition flicks across her face. "You're the Perfect Omega," she says quietly. She turns to me. "You brought the Perfect Omega here?"
"Momma," I start, lowering my voice. "She needs help." Mom shakes her head, her frustration at me evident.
"You know that harm that campaign has caused your father."
"It's caused her harm, too, Momma. That's why we're here."
Nora looks like she wishes the ground would swallow her whole. She has her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed. I take a step towards my mom and lower my voice further so Nora won't overhear. "She's had two nervous breakdowns in the five days we've had her, Momma. They've messed her up, completely brainwashed her." I scrub my hand in my hair. "Momma, they told her she wasn't allowed to whine if she wasn't in heat."
Mom's face is stricken, and she holds her hand over her heart. "How… how could they do that to her?"
"That's not the worst of it, Momma. They never told her what a heat really was. Told her to just get in her nest and 'Let the Alphas do the rest'." I chew on my lip, eyes welling up with tears. "If she would've ended up with a different pack, I worry her situation would have rapidly turned dangerous. She's completely compliant. Anything we ask, she'll do, no questions asked."
Mom wrings her hands together. This goes against everything she's thought about the Perfect Omega, and I see her resolve cracking.
The campaign the Design Clinic has run with her has alienated male Omegas, othering them in a way that has almost ostracized them from society entirely. There is no room for sex, designation, and gender nonconformity in the world of the Design Clinic.
My parents fully expected me to be an Omega because my father is. My older sisters are both Alphas. Throughout my childhood, it was all but a sure thing I would present Omega. I've always been smaller in stature, with a draw towards the cozy and calm. When I turned out to be an Alpha, it was a bit of an identity crisis. I had no idea how to be an Alpha, and a male Alpha is different than a female one, so my mom and sisters were no help.
I wasn't even sure if a pack would want me until I met Nolan. It was immediate, the draw that we felt to one another, and I knew we were going to be a great balance to one another. Then I met Blaine and, subsequently, Chase, and it was like everything clicked into place. This pack needed me. I brought something that the others couldn't. When Joey came into our lives, it was a dream come true. He helped me get out of my head and embrace submission. It's a form of guided meditation with an undercurrent of arousal when we're together, and I never knew how much I needed it until I met him.
In all our years, we've never taken it further than a domination scene. I'm not sure if either of us would protest to trying it, but we've never mentioned it. It's probably for the best, especially now that we have Nora.
My time with Joey helps center me and allows me to feel secure in what I can offer this pack. And right now, I know that I'm the only one who can help our Omega in this way.
Mom sighs, nodding. "I'll go talk to him before you bring her in."