Chapter 1 #2
He doesn’t back away as I extend a hand, allowing him to smell me. He nudges my fingers with his chin, and a deep purr sounds from his throat.
“You’re so handsome,” I murmur, stroking his head gently. His purr increases, and I reach out to check the name on his collar.
Wilson is written in fancy script.
“Oh, my god,” I gasp. “You’re the Wilson?”
Skylar has a plush of Wilson that her packmate gave her. It took me a moment to put it together, but I realize now that this is the famous cat from Aurora that has become a sensation.
I’m in the presence of feline royalty.
Without a second thought, I scoop the cat into my arms, groaning at his weight.
“Good lord,” I whisper, as Wilson turns to jelly in my arms. “You’re a big boy.”
Maybe it’s not smart to walk down three stories with what is essentially a fur-covered bowling ball, but here I am, doing it.
He’s too adorable not to carry with me, and he’s hard to put down when he’s purring as loud as a motor.
But by the time I reach the bottom floor, I realize my mistake. I’m lightheaded as I place Wilson on the wooden floor, and he scampers away. My stomach aches with hunger, and the room slightly spins.
I should have let Ben grab me food. My Heat is too close for me to be stubbornly independent.
There’s no stopping me now, though. I follow the savory scents until I reach the front of the home, chewing my lip in confusion.
Where exactly is the kitchen, and how would I go about ordering something?
“Did you need anything?” a light, sweet voice asks, and I turn to see an Omega smiling gently at me. She’s dressed in a black pencil skirt and white silk button-up blouse, and her gold-plated nametag says Harper . She’s slightly older than me, with light brown hair and kind eyes. A subtle scar runs across her face, but it doesn’t take away from her beauty.
I like her immediately.
Wilson darts between our legs and gallops away, letting out a wild mrow.
Harper makes a face at him, then looks back at me. “Sorry about him. Apparently, it’s time for the zoomies. Is everything all right?”
Her Omega scent is faint, while I’m sure mine is blooming across the entire room. “I was wondering if you had a menu, or…?” I shift back on my heels, my voice timid. “I’m ready to eat anything, honestly.”
My stomach gurgles again , and my cheeks flame.
But Harper doesn’t laugh. Instead, she nods knowingly. “Ah. Your boyfriend booked the Heat Package and suite.”
“Yup.”
She tilts her head and frowns. “You poor thing. Let’s get you something now. What do you prefer? Sweet or savory?”
“I can’t decide,” I blurt, and she chuckles.
“Right. I’ll make sure the chef makes you a savory and sweet platter.”
My eyes widen. “Do you also have coffee, perhaps?” I rock on the balls of my feet, hoping that it’s something other than instant.
Please say it’s not instant coffee, please say it’s not instant…
I’m a coffee snob now, too, thanks to working at April’s Café . Not to be dramatic, but if it’s instant, I might cry.
“Of course. I’ll set up the French press,” Harper says. “Hot or iced?”
“Iced,” I blurt, and Harper smiles.
“Sure. I can bring it to your room, if you like…” Her brow furrows slightly as I wipe at the sweat beading on my forehead. “You know what, I’ll grab it for you right now. Just give me one moment. You can sit, if you’d like.”
I plop onto the floral loveseat as Harper heads out of the room and to the right, her heels clacking on the floor as she leaves.
Ben should have come downstairs, not me. It’s too hot in here. I’m hungry, the chair is too itchy, and…
I let out something between a whimper and a whine.
I thought I had an hour or more, at least, until my Heat took over.
I need to get back upstairs.
A warm hand rests on my shoulder, and I turn to see a fully dressed Ben smiling down at me. “I got impatient,” he says, giving me a sheepish smile. “It didn’t feel right to let you wander down here by yourself, not when you’re so close to your Heat.”
I let out a grumble of frustration in my throat. Ben’s mine , and I don’t want anyone else looking at him—especially not another Omega.
I want to cover him with little bite marks, so everyone in the town of Aurora knows he belongs to me.
Ben only squeezes my shoulder and smiles. “You’re cute when you get possessive,” he says, amused.
But then Harper returns, and what’s in her hand soothes my jealousy.
A glorious cup of black iced coffee.
She barely glances at Ben, keeping her gaze on me as she hands me the plastic cup. “The food will be ready in less than five minutes, and I also have a wellness basket being prepared for you; it’ll be sent up to your room soon.” But then she flicks her eyes at Ben, and my chest rumbles.
Rationally, I know Harper’s not a threat. Judging by her muted floral scent, she’s mated. And even if she weren’t, I have a good feeling about her.
I trust Ben, too, but a primal part of me goes absolutely feral with possessiveness.
He’s ours, my inner Omega growls. Get him back into your nest.
Harper turns her attention back to me as I stand. “If you need anything else,” she says softly, “just call us. I can have anything delivered to your room.”
Her lip quirks, and she’s no longer just smiling politely. It’s genuine, and I have a feeling that if she lived closer, she and I would be good friends.
“Thank you,” Ben says, wrapping an arm around my waist. “We appreciate it.”
A ball of black fur rushes past us and up the stairs, the sound of Wilson’s thunderous gallops echoing above us.
“That is…a big cat,” Ben says as he leads us back to our room. I take a loud slurp of the iced coffee and let out a groan.
I can taste all the notes in it. Chocolate, vanilla, cloves…
We need to carry this at the café.
I make a mental note to ask Harper for the company before we leave.
But by the time Ben and I make it up the stairs and down the hallway to the suite, the ice in the cup is rattling from how hard my hand is shaking.
I’m extremely sensitive during my Heat, and the effect caffeine normally has on me increases tenfold during this time.
Ben knows it, too, which is why he patiently takes the cup from me once we enter our suite and places it on the antique dresser. Then, he pushes me gently against it and I look up at him as his cool hands caress my cheeks. I sigh dreamily at the contact, my nerve endings on fire while delicious chills run throughout my body.
“How do you feel?” he murmurs, brushing away the blonde curls from my face.
I grin and pull him by his belt loops closer to me until his crotch is pressing against my stomach. “Tired,” I breathe. “Horny. Hungry. Thirsty. Horny.”
“You said horny twice.” He smirks, amusement in his eyes.
“Yes, because it’s prominent—oh!”
My sentence ends in a gasp as Ben moves my messy blonde curls from my neck and presses kisses on my skin, making me shudder. I tremble in his arms as he kisses me, and he chuckles into my neck.
“I think it’s starting, baby,” he murmurs. “You should have listened to me and just stayed in the room.”
“Mm-hmm.” My mind is mush while Ben’s mouth continues its assault, making my nipples pebble and my core throb.
“But you’re always so stubborn, Dev.” His hands trail down my chest and to my hips as he tortures me with his lips and tongue. “And now you’ve got yourself all worked up.”
“Ben,” I whisper, reaching out to stroke his cock through his pants. He’s hard through his jeans, and I grope him wildly, desperate for more.
But Ben doesn’t have a Rut. Ben is a Beta.
Ben is exceedingly patient and loves to take his time while driving me to the edge.
He doesn’t need to fuck me right away—if anything, he wants to play.
“What’s wrong, my love?” he asks softly, thrusting his crotch against my hand. “What do you need?”
He knows damn well what I need, but I can only let out a squeal of frustration.
Ben laughs and kisses my collarbone, then pulls my sweater to the side, exposing more of my chest. “Arms up,” he says. I obey, and he lifts the sweater over my head and tosses it on the chair near the fireplace. He stares at my chest for a moment, his hands at his sides, and I let out a whine.
“ Ben , touch me,” I beg.
He cocks an eyebrow as I stand topless in front of him, the epitome of control. “But you didn’t listen to me,” he says, his lip quirking. “And now, here we are.”
I reach for his hands, but he grips my wrists, holding me still. My lower lip trembles, need and desperation making my chest ache.
Ben knows how to push me to my limits. He knows exactly how much teasing I can take, and if I ever say to stop the torture, he will.
“Don’t get greedy, baby,” he whispers. “I just want to look at you.”
I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, though.
“Ben, if I don’t come in the next ten seconds, I might die.”
No, I’m not being dramatic.
But he just tilts his head and looks at me curiously. “Is that so?”
I think I might cry at how aroused I am. I nod frantically and choke out a sob. “Please?—”
Then Ben is unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, along with my panties. He kneels in front of me, his breath ghosting over my core. I tug at his hair and push my cunt into his face, whimpering.
He groans and rubs his face from side to side, smearing my wetness all over his cheeks and lips.
I love seeing him like this, desperate for my pussy.
But I’m just as desperate, and his tongue won’t be enough for long.
I choke out pleas, begging him for more as he grabs my ass and pushes me closer to him. There’s no possible way he can breathe with his mouth literally suctioned to me, but I can’t find it in myself to care. I tug at his hair, mewling and crying as he eats me out.
“Ben, Ben ?—”
It takes no time at all for me to orgasm all over his face, but it’s not enough.
I need more.
Two of his fingers push inside me as he pulls back to breathe, his face shiny with my slick. His hair is a mess from me pulling at it, and he grins wickedly when I brush it out of his eyes.
“You should have listened to me, Dev. Then we could be doing this in the bed.”
I groan as he fingers me, drunk on the sensation. “The bed is right there ,” I grit out. “We could—ah— move. ”
“But then we would have to stop for a whole three seconds.” Ben chuckles, keeping his eyes on my face. “And I don’t think you want that.”
I whine. “Don’t stop touching me,” I choke out. “I—I?—”
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Grip my fingers like it’s my cock.”
He pushes in a third, and I clamp down on him and scream. Slick gushes out of me and pools down his hand, dripping onto the carpet. My vision turns white, and pleasure engulfs me.
“Look at that,” Ben pants, his voice strained. “Oh, my god, Dev, sweetheart, I can’t even move my hand?—”
“Going to come again,” I interrupt him. “Ben, Ben !”
With my next release, I collapse. I sag against the dresser, tears rolling down my cheeks as I finish all over my boyfriend’s fingers.
I’m going to die. Even though I just came, there’s a never-ending need for more.
My cunt continues to clamp down on Ben, fluttering around his fingers until he finally pulls them out of me. They release with a pop , and Ben hums in approval. My back aches, but before I can voice it, Ben helps me step all the way out of my jeans. Then he lifts me into his arms.
“It’s happening, isn’t it?” he asks as he carries me to the bed. He deposits me onto my back in the nest, and I spread my legs, whimpering.
“Please, please ?—”
“I can always tell it’s starting when all you can say is please. ” He chuckles.
I hiss at him. This isn’t funny. I should be knotted now.
“And when you start hissing,” he continues, lifting his sweater over his head. “Like a cat.”
He pretends he isn’t affected, but the slight waver in his voice tells me he’s close to losing control, too.
And if he loses control, he might just bite me.
I lift my hips, desperate for some type of sensation, thrusting against the air.
“One second, Dev,” Ben continues, having the audacity to walk away from the bed . “Patience.”
How am I supposed to be patient?
I’m literally dying, and he wants me to be patient?
I growl at him, furious that I’m forced to stare at his muscled back as he rummages through the duffel bag sitting on the bench of the reading nook.
He’s facing the window. Which means someone could see him.
I growl again.
But he’s back on the bed in an instant, and when I see what’s in his hand, my inner Omega sighs in relief.
Wait.
There are two silicone knots in his hand, not one like we normally do.
“See, baby?” he murmurs, reaching down to gather the wetness between my legs. “I’m going to make it better.”
I squirm at his touch, but he doesn’t tease me for long. He places the toys down; then he pushes down his pants, his cock springing free, and crawls on top of me. He’s inside me in an instant, pushing so deeply into me that our hips are touching.
“God—” he hisses out, pressing a kiss to my brow. “Devyn, you’re perfect.”
I lift my hips, urging him deeper and squeezing his cock with my cunt. “Harder, Ben, please ?—”
Now that my Heat has fully begun, he doesn’t hold back and slams into me. He grips my wrists in one hand and holds them over my head, fucking me until another orgasm is almost there.
But then he stops and pulls out of me.
“Wha—what are you doing?” I cry, but he flips me on my stomach.
“Hands and knees,” he orders, his voice low. “We’re going to try something. Do you trust me?”
Of course—what a ridiculous question.
Nodding eagerly, I get in position and balance my weight on the mattress, sticking my ass out to him.
I’ll do whatever he tells me to do—I want to be told what to do, and I trust Ben to be in charge of my pleasure.
But with two toys? How exactly will that work?
My train of thought is interrupted as the hard, artificial cock is pushed into me. I gasp as Ben slowly slides it in, its thickness stuffing me. He grips my ass cheek and slaps it, letting out a pleased hum.
“Back up onto it,” he orders. “Show me how much you can take. It’s the biggest you’ve ever taken, Dev. Fuck, your cunt is stretching out on it.”
I whimper and push back, the knot as deep as I can get it. The bottom of it is flared slightly, and the more I rock back, the fuller I become, until eventually I can’t move.
“Oh, fuck. Baby, you took it all. Fuck —” There’s a slapping sound behind me, and I realize Ben is touching himself as he fucks me with the fake cock. “Oh, my god . I haven’t even inflated it yet.”
I’m stuffed, full of cock, but I still need more. I squeeze the toy with my pussy, the pleasure building inside me.
Knowing that Ben is behind me, getting off by watching me take it, only enhances the sensations.
“Inflate it,” I beg. “Please, turn it on.”
But there’s a new pressure, and I’m stretched even wider.
Ben is pushing the other toy into me.
He slides in the second cock slowly as my cunt makes room for it, and the slapping sound behind me grows faster.
“I’m not going to last watching this,” Ben gasps as I moan. “I need to come.”
“Come on me,” I beg.
Then Ben pushes the second silicone knot all the way inside me, and my cunt clenches. I start to come, just from being stuffed, while Ben lets out a hot, deep moan behind me.
Wetness coats my ass as he turns on the switches on the base of the toys.
It starts slowly, with Ben still moaning behind me and shooting ropes of cum across my ass. The toys inflate only the tiniest bit, filling me deliciously until I can’t breathe.
I see stars and buck back on the toys wildly, experiencing the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
I can’t think; I can only feel.
Until a word leaves my mouth, one that I never thought I’d scream.
“ Alpha! ”
Despite my fog of haze and pleasure, a pulse of horror ricochets through my chest. I freeze.
What did I just say?
I called Ben an Alpha. I cried out for an Alpha, not Ben.
Oh, my god, oh, my god…
I whimper, a mix between shame and pleasure as the silicone knots inflate inside me.
“Shh, sweetheart.” Ben rubs my back and adjusts the toys, drawing out my orgasm. “Keep going. Fuck, you look incredible. You’re taking two knots.”
I drown in the pleasure until I can no longer hold myself up by my hands and knees. I collapse on the bed, the plush mattress cushioning my fall with the toys still inside me. Ben quickly wraps me in the blankets of my nest, cocooning me and pulling me into his arms, tucking my face into his neck.
I breathe him in as the toys lock inside me, and he keeps me held tightly in his embrace, both of us breathing heavily.
He’s probably as exhausted as I am.
I demand a lot of him during my Heat, and he’s always eager to try new things. He makes my Heats pleasurable and fun.
He obviously doesn’t care that I called him Alpha , but I do.
I bury my nose in his skin, breathing in his clean, subtle scent until I succumb to sleep.
Still, my inner Omega is horrified.
What have I done?