Chapter Twenty-Seven – Hayden
Taking care of Kayla during her heat is not the easiest thing for me to do by myself.
I can totally understand why it would be easier for an omega to have a pack full of alphas—more knots, more hands, more mouths.
You know, more people around, ready to help.
While one or two are keeping their omega occupied, the others could be showering or getting food and drinks. That sort of thing.
It’s a lot to juggle by myself, but I do it without a complaint. I’m glad to, if it means Kayla’s first heat is relatively calm.
The first night, I make us some pasta while she’s dozing off. Nothing too fancy. Just simple, and enough carbs to fuel her body for the upcoming days. Honestly, I thought I’d come across Bradford, but the man is making himself scarce.
Kudos to him. I don’t know how he’s doing it, but there’s no way in hell I could ever stay away from Kayla, especially during a time like this. She needs me. Really, she needs him too, but I can’t force him to do anything he’s not comfortable with.
I wear nothing but pants as I cook the pasta. Not the smartest thing to do, but I manage to get by without scalding myself with boiling water. Soon enough I’m bringing the plates upstairs, along with some water bottles tucked beneath my arms.
The smell wakes Kayla, and she stirs with a yawn. She pulls a blanket up around her body, and as I sit beside her, I hand her a plate and then a water.
Kayla is beautifully undone. Her hair is a mess, and her skin still has an adorable pink hue. “Smells good,” she whispers, and she says nothing else as she digs in. Just like earlier, she shovels it down like she’s in the middle of a marathon and she needs to eat it as quickly as possible.
She eats it faster than I eat mine. Here I thought I was a fast eater, but a Kayla in heat is another beast, in her own league.
We finish eating. I help her to the bathroom. She’s a little wobbly, unsteady on her feet, and I am glad to be of service to her however she needs me. We wind up in the shower, where she decides she needs another part of me.
My mouth. More specifically, my mouth between her legs.
With her back against the tiled wall and one of her legs draped over my shoulder, I am on my knees before her, my hands curled beneath her ass and hoisting her up a bit, so as to get a better angle for myself. I worship her just as I did earlier this morning, using my tongue every which way.
I’m not exaggerating when I say she tastes amazing. One thousand percent recommend, although I would never let anyone between these legs. No other alpha—except maybe Bradford, but he would need to overcome whatever is holding him back first.
I don’t know why he hasn’t. Kayla’s worth it. She’s worth everything in the world and then some.
She brings a hand to the back of my head, her fingers digging into my hair as the water pelts my back. A flurry of moans come from her, and as I devour her, she starts to grind her midsection against my face for added friction.
My tongue flicks across that tiny nub. It was already a bit swollen before I began, I assume from her heat, from her body being primed and ready to go again. Every flick of my tongue brings out a cacophony of music from her throat, and I will not relent until I taste her slick for myself.
Such sweet, delicious stuff, that. It’s impossible to describe. Her slick is like her scent, multiplied by a thousand, and still made even sweeter. It’s addicting in the best way.
I don’t need to edge her, to egg her on. She’s ready to come, and when she does, the moan that comes from her rises above the sound of the water as slick gushes from her core. I’m right there, ready for it, and gravity helps it escape.
Mmm. So fucking delicious.
I’m ravenous when it comes to her slick, and it’s only after I lick it all off her thighs and catch every bit I can that I help her leg off my shoulder and stand.
Seconds later, I hoist her up and use my body to pin hers against the wall.
I grab her thighs and spread them around my waist, and I don’t hesitate before I plunge into her again.
You’d think, after spending so long inside her before, I’d be used to the feeling of her wet, warm core wrapped around my length, but if you thought that, you’d be wrong.
Filling her up is like coming home after a lifetime of wandering and never finding what I was looking for.
Her pussy takes every inch of me, and she’s so wet and ready for me I slide right in with no resistance whatsoever.
I fuck her again, and I give her another knot. This time the moment I feel the urge to knot, I let it happen. I don’t push it off. I knot her and lock us together.
During a heat, it’s all greedy hands, desperate minds, and sounds of hunger that can never be satiated. This time is no different, and even though our positions aren’t the same as they were the first time I knotted her, I give her everything and I take whatever she gives in return.
Her hands scratching down my back? Yes, please. Her soft, fluttery moans I can barely hear over the water? Hell, yeah. Give me everything, and I’ll still be hungry for more.
A knot takes a lot to deflate. I never knew how much stamina I had until now. The amount of cum that flows out of me rivals the slick that comes out of her. Combine the two and you get an ungodly amount of bodily fluids that, when mixed, heighten every single sensation.
Eventually we wind up on the floor of the tub, with Kayla straddling me and me holding onto her as the water pelts her back. My knot is slowly beginning to deflate, we’re both breathing hard, and for now, she is content.
You know, until she wants more, which she will. All I can say is, being alone with an omega during her heat is exhausting. No wonder packs have been so normalized.
It sure would be great if someone else would join us so I could take a nap or something.
Kayla must sense my thoughts telepathically, because as she leans her cheek against my chest, she says, “I wish Bradford was here.” Her tone comes across as wistful and full of longing, and she must immediately think I’ll take that comment the wrong way, because she hurriedly says, “Not that you’re not enough. It’s just…”
I run my hand along her back. “I get it. I wish he was here, too.” I don’t say it, but I think it: my dick is going to be so sore after her heat, and that’s not a joke or me trying to be funny.
“Would he really not come?”
“He… he’s busy dealing with other things right now.
” I can’t tell her everything he told me.
She likely already knows his deal and why he’s not here, helping her through her heat along with me, and because of that she has to understand the reason why neither of us can push him into doing something he’s not ready for.
He might not ever be ready. Sometimes people lose themselves to their pasts, their trauma, and they’re too tired, too weak over the years, to put up a fight. It’s not something I can judge or change with a snap of my fingers.
“I know,” Kayla whines against me. “I just wish…” She doesn’t finish that sentence. She doesn’t have to.
We get out of the shower after my knot is small enough that I can slip out of her core without tearing her.
I help her dry off, and then we venture back to the nest and lay down, where she falls asleep once again.
I have the feeling it’s not going to be the last time she asks about Bradford, and sadly for us both, my answer will be the same every single time.
Her heat goes without a hitch. Lots of sex. Lots of knotting. A ton of fluid from us both. By the time her heat winds down, I am as sore as I knew I’d be. My dick has never gotten a workout like this, not even when I was a horny teenage boy. An omega’s heat puts it all into perspective.
Thursday rolls around, and finally, we’re in the clear.
I’m not the only one who’s sore, but I tell Kayla that I can handle the cleanup if she wants to go sleep in her actual bed for a while.
She got sleep the past few days, but it was fractured and fragmented, not the kind of sleep that you’re well-rested from after waking.
She tries to argue with me, but I don’t take no for an answer. I bring her to her room, along with one of her pillows and a blanket that didn’t see too many fluids. After laying her down, I tuck her in and place a kiss on her forehead.
“I’ll take care of everything,” I say. “I might swing by my place later today to grab some more clothes, but don’t worry, I’ll be back. You don’t have to worry about a single thing.”
Her eyes are closed when she mumbles, “Thank you.”
She doesn’t have to thank me, but I take the gratitude anyway.
It’s spoken so softly, so gently, I can tell she’s moments from falling asleep.
She deserves some rest after that particular heat.
We will, of course, need to sit down and discuss when her true heat will arrive—typically it happens twice a year—but with any luck, we’ll have some time.
This one was just her body doing what it hasn’t been able to do for years.
Bradford will need to decide once and for all what he wants.
If he doesn’t change his ways, there’s no point in Kayla and I staying here.
I’ll need to take her someplace safe—maybe my own apartment, for now, until we can get a house together or something.
Now that she’s a full-fledged omega, she can’t keep the job, not when that job crosses paths with Bradford’s father on occasion.
That one… I need to keep her away from him.
I’ll do whatever I have to when it comes to keeping her safe. I’ll take care of her. I’ll protect her. If it has to be me and her against the world, then that’s what it’ll be. Just the two of us, a pair in our own pack.
I can take care of Kayla while also keeping an eye on Bradford—the whole thing I was brought here to do. My one job.
Yeah. Should be easy, right?