Chapter Twenty-Eight
I'm completely out of my element and worried to the point of panic.
Matthew had texted us all yesterday to say he’d be gone for a few days, visiting his family.
Earlier this evening, Asher left for a meeting with his agent, not knowing how long he’d be gone.
And Izzy is sick.
When she didn’t come down for dinner, I went to check on her, knocking gently on her door, receiving a mumble in reply. When I’d opened the door, the small amount of setting sunlight from the closed blinds did not paint a pretty picture.
Izzy in bed, looking pale and sweaty, wrapped in her blankets like a cocoon, groaning in pain.
I rush to her side, place the back of my hand on her forehead to find her burning up. “Izzy? Tell me what’s wrong.” My voice is panicked, but I can’t help it.
Her voice is strained, breathy. “I dunno,” she says. “I need…”
She trails off, and desperation overtakes me. “What, sweetie? Tell me what you need.”
She responds with one weak word. “Chocolate.”
The world stills. Chocolate?
My brain begins to whir. I don’t want to leave her alone. Do I have chocolate here?
The moment a memory of Halloween candy floats through my mind, I hop off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
Downstairs, I rummage through the pantry in the kitchen and grab the last unopened bag of candy before hauling it back to Izzy’s room, taking the stairs two at a time.
Inside her room, I sit on the edge of her bed again, tear open the bag and start listing the chocolates inside. “Which one do you want?”
Groggy and breaths still labored, Izzy worms herself upright a bit, pulls her arm from the wrapped blanket and sticks her hand in the bag, pulling out a bunch of candies and dropping them on her covered lap.
Once she’s pulled her other arm out of the blanket, she’s tearing the wrappers off the chocolates in a frenzy and scarfing them down like a reigning eating contest champion while I gape at her.
She does this twice before letting out a contented sigh that makes my brows furrow, more concerned than I had been before.
I gather her wrappers and the rest of the candy before excusing myself to go downstairs, where I toss the trash and pull my phone out of my pocket. I send Asher a few texts, but they sit unread before I get a glass of ice water and go back to Izzy.
She gives me a weak, “Thank you,” as I help her sip the water, then she snuggles back into the blanket and falls asleep again. I leave her door open and head back to the kitchen, leaving the glass of water on her nightstand.
I have no idea if I need to call an ambulance, and I’m absolutely consumed with worry.
Matthew is with his family, and I don’t want to worry him when he’s so far away. And with Asher unreachable, there’s only one person I can think to call.
“Will!” Vaughn’s voice is jovial on the other end of the line. “What can I do for you?”
“Hey, Vaughn,” I start hesitantly. “My, um… I mean, there is an, uh…” Fuck, man, spit it out. “I have an Omega staying at the B your pleasure is secondary.
But what if I can’t be what Izzy needs? What if I’m not enough?
“Will!” Her voice is stronger, but her smile is still weak as those hazed eyes land on me in her doorway.
Izzy’s hips gyrate beneath the blanket one time before she yanks it off and lets it fall to the floor.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip, and I catch a faint whiff of her delicious lemon blossom scent as it rises and mixes with her arousal.
There’s a clear wet spot on the mattress, right beneath her hips, that are only covered in a pair of blue cheeky shorts, her braless chest wrapped in a camisole, those nipples protruding from the white fabric.
The sight of her alone makes my body shudder, my balls tightening as my cock stiffens.
I’m powerless as she climbs to her knees, slowly, runs her hands down her body, along her bare thighs, letting out a sigh. “Will… please… take that terrible thing out of the wall.” She points at the scent neutralizer, its blue light flashing over and over. “It hurts.”
Those words tear rage from my soul, and I snarl at the thing that’s hurting my Omega as I pull it from the socket and crush it in my grasp.
The second I do, Izzy whines, her perfume blooming on the air, so strong I nearly choke on it. Something animal in my brain makes me slam her door shut before stalking to her bed, where I stand at the edge, looking down into her beautiful face.
She’s like an angel, those petal pink lips parted, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, the soaked cloth beneath her pussy, no longer able to contain her slick, as evidenced by the dripping along the inside of her thighs, the puddles on the mattress.
“Will.”
Every time she says my name, it’s like a beast inside my chest growls, then purrs.
Izzy reaches down, grips the hem of her camisole, and pulls it off her body, displaying her lush, creamy skin, making my mouth water, my teeth ache.
“I need you,” she breathes. “I need you so bad it hurts. Please. Please, help me, my Alpha.”