Sweet Heat
Tony
Iwake up to the smell of something so intensely erotic my dick is already hard and leaking, achingly trapped in my pants. I’m also awakened by the sound of someone knocking at my front door.
My whole body is stiff. It takes me way too long to open my eyes, but when I do, the pounding stops. I groan and turn over, crawling to my feet. I find my glasses on a side table next to me and put them on.
God, how long have I been asleep? It’s still dark, so it can’t be that long, but based on how stiff I am, maybe I’m wrong.
I go to the front door, though my inner alpha would rather sniff out the succulent prickly pear scent coming in hot from upstairs.
The omega is asleep and close to her heat.
She’s not having an active heat spike; otherwise, I’d be going right to her.
My instinct to ensure there’s no one dangerous at the door outweighs my leaking dick.
I open the door to find a package and a note.
It’s from my dad. I recognize the handwriting saying “Racine” on one side.
On the back of the card, it says, “I could smell that she was approaching heat. You may notice a patrol car out front for the next few days. It’s just to make sure the Boudreauxs don’t return, and you get a safe and private heat.
Thanks for coming home. I love you. ~Dad”
I remember when my dad used to be this way. Thoughtful and caring. It’s been so long, I almost thought I’d imagined it.
I look up to see a patrol car down the driveway and across the street. That view hasn’t offered me any comfort in ages.
I go back inside and open the box. Inside is a packet of alpha birth control syringes and military-grade scent blockers, only a police chief would have access to.
A smile spreads across my face.
I take the box to the kitchen, set it on the counter, and drink some water.
Then I sit down and stab myself with one of the prefilled syringes, right in my thigh.
Kelya is going into heat, and I’d like to take part.
She and I haven’t discussed babies. I’d like one, or a few, but only if she does.
For now, though, it’s too late to make that decision. Her heat is imminent.
That’s when I notice things don’t look like how they did when I passed out. There’s new food in the fridge. All the personal items are gone.
I clean up and then take out a canister of scent blocker.
I follow the scent of lemon and poppyseed to the garage.
Inside, there are piles of personal items, clothing, blankets, and random things.
There’s a mattress thrown on top, reeking of the old pack.
Beside the mattress, things are bagged up and arranged nicely, making me think Kelya was being thorough.
There’s something to be said about the finality of neatly piled items.
I spray it all down.
Finally, I follow her scent upstairs to the nest. The nest this house came with all those years ago, and I never thought would be filled with the smell of prickly pear and sweet blooms.
She’s on the cusp of heat, and nearly awake. My heart pounds. I knock on the door.
Alphas must be invited in.
I hear her stir.
My girl. I knock again and then press the side of my face into the door, close my eyes, and just smell. She’s done a good job ridding the space of Emmanuelle. I also smell myself there. The little thief has stolen my clothing.
She’s awake now, and her scent is heady. I think it’s going to kill me. It’s the most decadent and satisfying scent. It’s floral, sweet, fruity, and full of sunshine. I want it down my throat and all over my dick.
“Omega,” I groan.
“Yes? Who’s there?”
I grumble and hit my head lightly against the door.
“You know who it is.” I’m going to end up masturbating and spilling my cum all over the fucking door handle. “Can I come in?”
“Hm.”
Fucking tease.
“Kelya…”
“Oh, is that Tony?”
“Kelya…I swear to god.”
“Fine, you impatient alpha, you may enter.”
I don’t hesitate. I open the door and rush to her, dropping my clothes on the way. She’s laying in her nest like she doesn’t have a care in the world, and she’s wearing ropes. The red ropes.
Fuck, that image alone is going to make me come.
I drop down low and crawl towards her, completely naked now.
“I can smell you.”
“I assumed as much.”
“You’re going into heat.”
“Any minute now.”
“Is that why you tied yourself up?”
She smiles. “Yes. It was helping it not come on so fast and hard.”
“I want to be the one to tie you up.”
She smiles again at my words, and then I finally crawl over top of her and kiss her. I kiss my bonded omega. She opens her end of the bond to me, and I get to wrap myself into every single part of her. She’s so heated I start sweating.
She pulls back.
“Tony?”
“Yes, Sweet Rosette.” I lay kisses down her throat until I reach our bond mark. I press my tongue into it, and she moans.
“Will you fuck me in the ass?” Her pretty red lips open, and she’s panting.
Her scent grows.
Blooms.
Explodes.
Kelya is in heat.
I shiver with excitement.
She’s all mine now. We are exactly where we are supposed to be. Protected. Safe. Home.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling herself off her back entirely and suspending in the air. Our lips and tongues and teeth meet in a frenzy. I pass my thumb over our bond mark, and it causes her to slick instantly. Coating her core.
“Of course I’ll fuck your ass. Let me take care of your wet pussy first.”
She smiles brightly.
“And I took birth control.”
Her smile falls into a pout.
“None of that, Sweet Rosette. We’ll discuss family plans next time.”
She sighs, then nods.
What if she does want to get pregnant next time? We’d have a little Kelya running around here by next year…goddamn. The thought stops my breath.
I toss her back into her soft, nice things and dive into her ripe pussy that, for the first time since I did this, smells like her unique omega scent. I can’t be held responsible for the noises I make. She’s so damned tasty. It’s sending me into an absolute frenzy.
Oh my god. I fucking love this. My heart is beating fast, and I’m so happy I don’t think I’ll ever stop.
Her beautiful pussy opens up to me, swollen and sensitive.
I find her clit, and after some gentle teasing with the tip of my tongue, I press my lips around it and suck.
She jolts beneath me. I push two fingers into her, and she falls back with a moan.
Then I fuck her hard with my fingers, sucking on her clit and rubbing my chin in her juices. Exquisite. Perfect. Mine.
I finally move my fingers to that rough spot inside of her, and she’s now close. Her fingers jump into my hair, making my glasses come off my ears. I reach up and take them off, throwing them god-knows-where.
Then she comes with a scream.
I want her to come again, so I don’t stop.
I don’t stop until I have her out of breath, messy, and screaming my name.
Then I flip her over and get up to my knees, pulling her hips into mine, using the ropes she’s tied around her torso. Her asshole stares up at me, all pretty and pink.
I massage the rim with my thumb, and she mewls underneath me with her head pressed into a pillow.
“I’m going to own this ass, Kelya. All of this is mine. Your wet pussy, your sweet asshole, your breasts, neck, and mouth. They’re all mine. Only mine.”
I make my point clear: I press the head of my dick into the rim of her ass, making it stretch over the head.
“Fuuuuck,” she moans, maybe. I don’t know if she can speak. It’s all raw, animalistic noises and heavy panting. She’s deep in it. She keeps pushing her ass into me and whining, moaning, and growling her cute little growl.
So, I give her what she wants, my dick in her other hole. It always feels…wicked to have sex this way.
I massage her down her spine, getting her to relax, and then get past that barrier, stuffing myself into her ass.
“That’s it, Omega, fucking take my dick like this. I want to fuck your ass, Omega, so swallow me whole, and when I’m done fucking you into oblivion, I’m going to knot you.”
She cries and moans, and when she turns her head, I see her smile. Then her thighs shake. Oh my god, she’s so fucking hot.
A sweat breaks out on both of us, but I don’t stop until I’m all the way in, butting up against my knot.
“Fuck, this is good. You’re so fucking tight. You’re squeezing my dick, ma chéri.”
She’s still so needy. And wiggly.
I move my legs to be on the outside of hers and then curl overtop of her back, pinning her in place, like I did the first time we fucked.
She settles under the weight and stronghold of my body.
Then I fuck her ass.
She needs this; I can tell by how much she’s feeling right now. Being bound to a woman who feels this much is a fucking gift. I cannot wait to spend our lives together.
The image of our happy life makes me climax before I’m ready, and before she’s ready. I piss her off by hesitating. I shove my knot all the way into her, trapping us together.
She screams into the pillows, and her body shakes. The effects of our shared climax pump back and forth between us in the bond. My teeth bite into the fleshy part of her shoulder, holding her still, and I grunt at how fucking sensitive everything has suddenly become.
We breathe heavily through our aftershocks, and I imagine she’s going to pass out, since that’s what omegas do after knotting, but the wily little omega rocks back into me.
“More,” she moans. “More.”
I detach my teeth from her flesh and smooth out the indents with my tongue. I get my hand down in front of her to gently caress her clit, bringing her to climax twice more.
Her cries are addicting.
I lose track of time.
It’s all just fucking. I only leave her for a moment to shower quickly, and then rush back to the very upset omega, and then we go at it again. With her scent filling my nest, my house, my body, I fall into a rut.
Our sweat mingles in the sheets, and I can’t get enough. I bite and lick every inch of her. We are a chorus of grunts, moans, and whimpers.
Our bond is completely open, and there’s nothing left between us.
Everything is shared.
All pleasure, rapture, and heightened fulfilment.
It’s the end of the second day when I remember to drink water and have a protein shake. I get her to drink water, but then she dives back down to my dick.
It’s another day and a half before her haze lifts, and she finally sleeps deeply.
I wake up to find her snoring softly, cast out over the nest she made herself. Her side of the bond is no longer a crazed, horny demon.
The early morning light shines in through the windows, and I stroke her exposed back.
My omega.
My Kelya.
I know that when she wakes up we have a lot of things to do. I need to call Matty and get updated on the situation in Saint Kane. I need to call my dad about making Barberie a sanctuary for Kelya—a real thing for omegas in distress. I want to take her shopping to buy clothes and whatever she wants.
We’re going to spend the rest of the summer swimming in my pool.
She needs her own bank cards for my accounts, and needs to pick out her bedroom. I need to register our bond so she’s officially mine. I kiss her shoulder, and she stirs.
I have a feeling she’s going to want to leave soon, go somewhere interesting and far away. So, she’ll need a new passport. A real one. In the meantime, I’ll make this her home base. But I’m never leaving her side. No matter where she goes, I’ll be there. My femme fatale. Ma petite voleuse.