20. TWENTY
TWENTY
Natalia
There’s a knocking on the door. At least I think it’s someone knocking.
At this point, I can’t honestly tell the difference between my hallucinations and reality.
I’ve dreamed three vivid, erotic dreams about Colton coming home and feeding me from his hard, dripping cock.
In my dreams, his cum leaks from my lips until it splashes on my tits and belly and I’m drowning in it.
I blink, realizing Jayden has unlatched and my entire front is soaked with milk that’s still flowing freely from my right breast.
Mierda!
I yank my top up over my breast to stem the flow and pick him up.
The doorbell rings, and I wipe my sweaty forehead with the back of my wrist. “OK. OK. I’m coming. Ay!”
I figured it would be someone selling something or maybe a charity with a collection bucket, but instead, when I open the door, Colton’s mom is standing on the porch. “Demi?” I stare at her, half wondering if she’s really here or if I’m imagining this too.
She stares at me right back for a minute, her nostrils flaring. Then she clucks her tongue, stepping forward to pull Jayden into her arms. “Oh, you poor love. Here, let me take him for a moment.”
I hand Jayden over happily, tears pricking in my eyes at her kindness. I’m embarrassed by the sudden surge of emotion, though. I’m supposed to be a professional. I’m supposed to be able to handle this simple thing for her son.
She ushers me back inside the house, steering me toward the kitchen and talking all the while in a soft, reassuring voice. “Come on. Let’s get you a drink of water and a cold cloth. You’re burning up. Have you eaten?”
“Um…” I honestly can’t remember doing anything but nursing Jayden for the last five hours, maybe more. He seems insatiable. His little cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are drifting closed in Demi’s arms, though, which is comforting. He skipped his morning nap.
“Shhhh. Go sit. I’m going to make you something to eat, and then I’m going to take my grandson for a little while and let you get some rest.”
“Oh, it’s OK. Colton will be back tomorrow.”
“I insist. You have gone over and above for my family, and I need you to know that means I won’t take no for an answer on this.”
Reluctantly, I sink into a seat at the dining table and rest my head in my hands for a moment. My body aches and throbs in strange places and sweat trickles between my boobs.
The front of my top is soaked, but I don’t have the energy to do anything about it.
Demi disappears for a moment, and when she returns, she’s wearing Jayden in a sling around her shoulders. I open my mouth to tell her there’s a baby harness in the cupboard in the hall, but she seems to know what she’s doing.
She fetches me a cold glass of water and a wet cloth, which she presses against my overheated forehead. It feels so good I moan, taking the cloth and wiping it over my neck and shoulders.
“Shhh. You’re going to be just fine. Colton will be home soon.”
I nod. Tomorrow is soon. It’s just because I feel so strange that it feels like a million years away.
I’m crying, but I’m not even sure why. I press my legs together, trying to get some relief from the ache that has bloomed again between my thighs.
Demi sets a sandwich in front of me, and I eat it without tasting a single bite. She cuts an apple and lays that out too, though I barely touch two slices before my stomach is protesting.
“OK, now I’ve left some soup in the fridge, and a few other things. I want you to promise me you’ll eat some soup tonight and stay hydrated.”
“Tonight?”
She strokes my hair, and I shut my eyes, unable to keep them open against the onslaught of soothing sensation from being touched.
“That’s right. I’m going to take Jayden and keep him with me tonight.
He will be absolutely fine. I promise you.
He looks as if he’s had enough milk to keep him fed until next Tuesday, so don’t you worry.
But I have formula if it comes to that.” Her tone of voice makes it clear she very much hopes it won’t.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”
She’s still stroking my hair, which makes it really hard to protest. “Yes I do. Later you will understand why. I want you to know that you’ve done brilliantly well. So well. And when this is over, this will all make sense.”
“What will?”
“Shhh.”
That’s all the explanation she’ll give me. She leads me to bed, and I can’t fight it any longer. I collapse onto the mattress with a grunt, not even bothering to undress or take off my shoes.
Demi dims the lights. She gathers pillows from the sofa and from Colton’s room and piles them around me, which seems strange but is actually quite cozy.
Even though it’s light outside, she draws the curtains and gathers a soft fuzzy blanket from the living room, handing it to me.
My fingers run absently over the furry fabric as I watch her.
By the bed she sets a tall glass of water and a bowl of sweets she produced from somewhere. Then she switches on an oil diffuser, and the aromatic scents of freshly cut grass and plum blossoms fill the room.
I sigh.
I do feel better. Maybe what I need is a nap, and this evening I’ll be able to go get Jayden and take over again.
“I want you to rest now. Colton will be here soon.”
She keeps saying that. If I was feeling more lucid I’d ask her exactly how soon she’s expecting him. He said Monday night, but maybe I have my days mixed up.
“Your phone is on the nightstand, and my number is ready to call if you need anything. Don’t even hesitate, OK?”
“OK,” I tell her sleepily. It feels so nice to be tucked in like a small child and coddled and cared for.
When I open my eyes again the room is quiet and I’m alone in the house. I lie still for a while, listening to the sounds of the floorboards settling and the swooshing of the blood in my veins. Is it normal to be able to hear your own blood? Have I gone a bit mad?
A wave of sensation hits me suddenly, my body convulsing. It feels like lust, only a hundred times stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. My belly draws in, and I feel empty in a way I can’t put words to.
I cry out, but it passes, leaving me sweating and shaking.
This is not right. Maybe I should call a doctor, but how do I explain my symptoms? Excuse me, Dr. Simi, I’m feeling incredibly horny. Should I put some Vicks on it?
I shake my head wondering what’s gotten into me. Just as I do, the sensation returns and I’m drawing my knees to my chest, making my pussy clench and release until it almost feels like I’m cumming without being touched at all.
With a moan, I plunge my hands under my underwear and find myself wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Moisture pools in my panties, slick and gooey and coating my entire hand.
I gasp and withdraw it to find myself absolutely glazed with clear, ropey liquid. My cunt spasms with another desperate, empty tug.
There’s a sound from the front door.
A masculine voice calls out. “Natalia?”
Colton sounds panicked. Nervous. I open my mouth to call out and reassure him, but all that comes out is a needy moan. I cover my face with my hand only to realize I’ve spread my own slick all over me.
Footsteps sound down the hall as he strides closer and closer, and all I can think is thank god he’s finally here. Finally there’s someone who can give me some relief.
“Natalia?” Colton appears in the doorway, shoulders tense, hair looking particularly tousled. He drops the bag he’s carrying and freezes in place, tension radiating from him.
I flush all over in embarrassment. I’m a complete mess. Milk has soaked through my top and slick through my panties and shorts. I’m dead certain there’s a very telltale wet patch covering my crotch.
“Don’t come in,” I whisper, horrified.
“Are you sure?” His voice is deep and rough around the edges, but he doesn’t move a muscle.
“Yes. Ay, I’m not… I’m covered in—”
“I smell it. It’s the most perfect scent in the world. Like the most delicious fucking dessert. I just need you to know that.”
I turn my head into the pillow, but my body responds to his words, clenching and releasing even more moisture.
I groan. My body knows what I need, but I can’t ask him for that. I’ve already drawn a line in the sand. I can’t even remember the reasons right now, but at the back of my mind I remember it was very important to me about forty-eight hours ago.
But that was then and this is now.
I squeeze my legs together, not caring that I’m drenching my shorts and shaking with need.
“Natalia, please let me help. I won’t do anything you don’t want, but I can’t stand seeing you—scenting your need without helping.”
He sounds so torn up by it. I peek from the pillows and see his face is just as drawn and pinched as he sounds, and my heart throbs like my pussy.
“What are you going to do?” I whisper.
He grips the door frame, and I swear the whole house creaks. “If you tell me to, I’m going to rut you through this heat until you’re good and finished cumming on my knot.”
Ay, dios! I tremble at his words, and even more moisture gushes from me.
Then I frown. “Heat?”
Colton seems taken aback. “My mom didn’t tell you?”
Tell me what? Maybe she did and I forgot. “Tell me?”
He sighs and runs a shaky hand down his face. “There’s another thing you should know about shifters. Omegas go into heat once a month, ready for breeding. It comes with a bunch of symptoms, but the biggest one is an insatiable need to be knotted by an alpha.”
“Alpha? Omega?” This all sounds so strange. But in my mind I’m picturing the enormous bulge at the base of his cock and imagining what it would feel like to have the whole thing stuffed inside me. Is that what he meant by knot?
I groan.
Colton’s next breath is unsteady. He takes a step forward before he seems to stop himself. “Please, Natalia. Let me help?”
Honestly, I can’t hold out in the face of his sweet pleading. Or in the face of the incredible need that feels like it’s opened up a chasm inside me. “OK. Yeah.”
“Yeah?” He hesitates and I want to scream.
“Please! I want you to help.”