Chapter Twenty-Six – Kayla
My nerves are shot until Hayden comes back, and when he sits down next to me, I look around and don’t see Bradford. I open my mouth to ask about the über, but all I end up doing is whining.
I’m so freaking hot, it’s unbelievable. It feels like I’m wearing a winter jacket or something while standing below a heater blowing hot air directly onto my face. It’s miserable. It’s so damn miserable, it’s all I can think about.
Hayden knows me, though, and he says without prompting, “Bradford is going to get some work done, but you don’t have to worry about him right now, okay? Let’s just start another movie. What do you want to watch next?” He reaches for the remote, ready and willing to put on whatever I say.
Maybe choosing something new will help me get my mind off of how ungodly warm I am. “You pick,” I whisper, and I hate how annoying my voice sounds. Like I’m in a constant whine. Like I’m a child throwing a tantrum.
So annoying.
“You might regret that.” He smiles to himself as he chooses, and to my surprise, he picks an animated movie about dragon riders.
“Ever seen this one? It’s a little old, but it’s a classic.
Don’t worry: I know how much you hate musicals, and I’m happy to report there’s not one musical number in this one. ”
It’s nothing against the musical numbers themselves. I just, you know, prefer my movies to be without singing.
Hayden plays the movie, and together we lean back.
I want to lay against him, but I’m so damn hot, I need to keep my distance.
Sweat lines my brow, my hairline, practically every inch of my skin.
It makes my pajamas stick to me, and regardless of how many times I wipe myself off, more sweat forms. It’s a never-ending cycle.
We get through about twenty minutes of the movie before I sit up and groan, and Hayden is slow to sit up as well, his blue gaze studying me intensely. “It’s so hot in here,” I whine. “I feel like I want to die.”
“I’m going to suggest something here—feel free to tell me to screw off—but maybe you wouldn’t feel so hot if you took those clothes off.
” He holds up a hand, as if he’s swearing to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
“Scout’s honor, I can hold myself back. If it’ll make you more comfortable… well, we can try it, at least?”
The way he says it, he makes it sound so damn reasonable. That’s the thing about Hayden: he’s always reasonable. Reasonable and sweet and sexy.
Whoa. Where did that last word come from? It flew into my head out of nowhere.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe getting these clothes off me would cool me down. At the very least, they wouldn’t stick to me like wet tissue paper. Not a good feeling, let me just say.
I try to work on the buttons on the shirt, but my fingers feel like they’re swollen and clumsy. Or maybe I’m just that sweaty that I can’t get a hold of the buttons, so I can’t undo them. How irritating. I could scream.
I don’t know how long I sit there, trying to undo the buttons on my shirt, before Hayden scoots closer and offers to help.
“Here, let me.” I groan as my hands fall to my sides, and he works on the buttons diligently, one by one.
His fingers don’t have nearly the same amount of trouble.
They’re not coated in sweat, nor do they tremble.
This damn shirt. I changed into a new set of pajamas after everything that happened earlier, and this is what I get? I want to burn them.
Wait, no. Burning them would only mean one thing: I’d be even hotter. Fire is not something I should be thinking about while I’m sweating this profusely. Seriously, I don’t get how this much sweat can come from my body. It’s gross.
He finishes with the buttons, and he literally has to peel the shirt off me.
Again: disgusting. But his expression doesn’t read it.
He helps me out of my bra next, and then everything below the waist. Once I’m finally free of the slimy, sweat-covered clothes, I let out the loudest, most relief-filled sigh my lungs could muster.
“Better?” he asks with a grin.
I nod. So much better, he has no idea.
Hayden tosses the clothes aside to get them out of the way, and then we lay back down together. This time, I don’t mind curling up against his side, don’t mind his arm draping around me as we watch the movie about a rider and the dragon he finally tamed.
He asks me questions during the movie, but honestly, I’m hardly paying attention to it.
Now that the pajamas are off me and I’m not sweating quite as profusely, I’m alerted to other things happening inside my body.
More specifically, the way my lower stomach seems to be in a constant state of flexing and unflexing as the pressure swells in me.
It’s not comfortable. It’s almost painful.
No, it is painful. It’s the kind of pain that creeps up on you while you aren’t paying attention, and then once you do recognize it for what it is, it’s right there, ready to hit you in the face with a brick.
Or, in my case, in the stomach with a brick.
Over and over again. Brick after brick. Nonstop.
I can only keep it in for so long. Eventually I let out a groan and I roll away from Hayden as I wrap an arm around my stomach.
I’ve been in a lot of pain before in my life, but this is a type of pain I’m not used to.
Give me all the dizzy spells, all the uncomfortable hunger pangs, even the nausea, but this? This is wild, and not in a good way.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gently, reaching for me. He sets a hand on my arm, but it’s not enough to take my mind off the pain in my gut.
Grunting, I’m barely able to speak, “It hurts. It’s like my lower half wants to explode.
” The weird, uncomfortable pressure is so strong it feels like it’s going to push into my brain and make me unconscious.
My muscles spasm and my thighs clench together.
It’s so awful I totally forget I’m laying there beside him, naked.
“Don’t shoot the messenger, but I think you’re starting your heat,” he says. “That pressure you feel? There’s only one thing that’ll relieve it.” He doesn’t have to say what that one thing is; we both know.
A knot. An alpha’s knot. It’s why omegas are pushed to find their packs and their mates before their twenty-first birthday: heats are much easier to get through when you have help, multiple alphas with multiple knots at the ready.
I never thought I’d turn into an omega who’d beg for anything.
Begging goes against my very nature, against everything I was taught—but damn, I don’t feel like myself.
It’s like everything I’ve learned is gone from my head, and I can only think about lessening the pressure in me, even if it’s only temporary.
I want a knot. I want Hayden’s knot.
Does that make me pathetic? Does it make me a pushover, someone who’s willing to throw everything away at the first sign of stress? No, it can’t. I’ve already decided Hayden is mine. Me begging for his knot is only the next logical step in this thing, whatever it is.
Is it a relationship? A courting? Will we be together after this? Those questions pop up in my head, but I’m too out of my mind to lay there and think about what any of it means.
“Hayden,” I whisper his name, though it comes out more a plea than anything else.
“I need you.” Memories of how good he is with his mouth fill me, but honestly?
His mouth isn’t the part of him I’m so desperate for right now.
Right now, I need that thing hanging between his legs, that thing I’ve never seen before.
I’m ready.
Hayden gently rolls me onto my back, leaning over me as he sweeps my hair out of my face. “I’m here, and ready to serve you however you need me. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
Swallowing hard, I mutter, “Take off your clothes.”
“As you wish.” That blasted grin of his only grows as he sits straight up and yanks off his shirt. I can barely focus on him or the muscles underneath his clothes, the pressure in my lower gut is too much to ignore.
I do, however, notice how he’s rock-hard by the time he finishes undressing. Maybe he was that hard this whole time and I didn’t realize it. Either way, that hardness is calling my name.
Hayden crawls above me, holding himself there while still wearing that devious smile.
His blue-eyed stare rakes over me, taking in the way my chest heaves in anticipation, how my entire body shudders in urgent need.
“You really are gorgeous, you know. Every single part of you. I never knew how much I was missing in life until—”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but shut up and fuck me.
” The words leave me before I can stop them, and once they’re spoken, I gasp and widen my eyes.
That is something I never would have said before.
Am I losing what little is left of my mind?
Is this what a heat does to an omega? No wonder omegas nearing their heat don’t tend to think straight.
He doesn’t take it personally. Instead, he chuckles as his knees spread my legs open for him. “If that’s what the lady wants, that’s what the lady will get. A good, long fuck, knot and all.” He reaches down to his hard length and rubs the tip of his cock along my entrance.
I close my eyes and squirm at the sensation, and based on how easily the tip glides around down there, I’d say I’m already wet. No orgasm necessary this time.
When he starts to bear down upon me, I hold my breath. I know that I want it, that I need it, but wanting and needing something you’ve never had before is a strange experience. I don’t know what it’s going to feel like, but a knot certainly does seem like it’s the answer to the pain in my gut.
His cock pushes inside me slowly, filling me up inch after inch until I’m sure it’s all my body can take—and then he fills me up even more.
I gasp at the sudden feeling of being more full than I’ve ever been in my life.
It’s not a painful sensation, but a peculiar one, and once that peculiarity wears off and I relax into it, it actually does feel good.
No, it feels amazing.
I moan when he begins to rock his hips in an agonizingly slow rhythm.
I bring my hands to his sides and hold onto him, grounding myself so I don’t get lost. Hayden is a rock above me, moaning in unison with me as his body comes down and presses against mine.
My chest heaves, as does his, and together, for the longest time, we are content with discovering each other’s body.
But it’s no knot, and after a while, my stomach reminds me that it wants more.
Groaning, I murmur, “Knot me, please. I need your knot. I need it now.” That’s as much begging as I’ll ever do in my life, but it comes so naturally to me in the moment.
He hushes me. “I will. I’ll give you what you want, omega. I’ll knot you and make you mine.” Those words are a whispered promise, and no sexier words have ever been spoken in the history of mankind.
Something happens inside me. I can feel the pressure of desperation changing into something more physical. In my core, his cock swells into what must be a knot, locking us together. The added pressure down there makes every movement on his part stronger, and me ten times more sensitive.
I writhe and moan beneath him as he fucks me with that knot.
If I had to describe what it’s like, being knotted, in a single word, it would be: full.
So damn full of cock I can feel him in my stomach.
You’d think it’d be too much, too uncomfortable, but it’s exactly what my body needed to relieve the ungodly pain in my gut.
Replace one type of pressure with a second, better kind.
Nothing beats a knot.
The change is almost instant. He fucks me, and that knot hits something inside of me that immediately pushes me over the edge. All of my pain is now forgotten, abandoned at the wayside, and a heated surge of bliss and pleasure takes hold of me and refuses to let go.
This orgasm blows the other out of the water. It lasts longer, is so much stronger, and brings with it an insane amount of slick—and that slick immediately coats Hayden’s knot and makes the alpha shudder above me.
“You feel so good, Kayla,” he whispers, bending his top half so he can lean his head against mine. “You’re mine. You’re so goddamn mine. My omega.” The way he talks, he sounds delirious, but I gobble up everything he says anyway.
I croon beneath his words, soaking them all in as his movements turn harder, rougher. My body was made to take the assault.
It’s not long before Hayden finds his own release inside me, and his body rockets forward, his swollen cock filling me up to the brink as it spews wave after wave of cum while he moans and loses himself to the sensation. Warmth blossoms in my lower half, my body content with becoming one with him.
I fought this for so long, why? We could’ve been doing this all along. We truly wasted so much freaking time, and for what? Here and now, there is nothing I’d rather be than an omega. His omega.
An alpha’s knot is capable of many things.
Not only does it lock two people together until it subsides, but it is also capable of coming more than once.
Hayden’s knot does not disappear after he comes, nor does he slow his fast, unrelenting pace.
He keeps at it, bringing us both to multiple orgasms over and over again, until we’re nothing but a mess of sweaty, exhausted limbs
And then? Then we lay there together, in each other’s arms, as his knots begins to deflate.
He holds me tightly, rubbing my back. We lay on our sides, facing each other, his cock still nestled inside of me. His chest still rises and falls with hard, heavy breaths, and I feel so tired after that I could sleep.
Hmm. Maybe I should. Sleep does sound awfully nice.
Now that I’m no longer in pain, now that I can think a bit more clearly, I can recognize the fact that more pain will come, and when it does, I’ll need him to knot me again. It’ll happen over and over again until this heat is done.
It’s a damn good thing Hayden is up for the challenge.