Chapter 27
Mavi
The heat crashes in like it has been waiting for permission. I felt it building for days, the restlessness crawling under my skin, every breath pulling Sai’s sandalwood deeper until it pricked like static across my arms and thighs.
My body temperature climbed. Slick came easier, thicker, soaking through anything I wore and leaving damp patches on the sheets even when I was only painting.
My patience thinned to nothing. I snapped at a gallery email this morning over a single misplaced comma and immediately hated myself for it.
I have ridden out heats alone since I was nineteen.
Toys on the nightstand, ice packs ready, scent blockers taped across the doorframe, two days of locked-in solitude and sheer stubborn will.
I never needed an Alpha. I never wanted one.
This time the idea of locking the door feels wrong.
I stand in the middle of my nest wearing nothing but an old t-shirt that clings to my chest with sweat.
My face is bare, flushed hot, eyes glassy in the mirror across the room.
I look more naked than I ever do on camera.
No makeup. No performance. Just me, damp and trembling, the air thick with my own honey-citrus scent sharpened by the edge of incoming heat.
I grab my phone before I can talk myself out of it.
Me: heat. need you. now.
The reply comes in under thirty seconds.
Sai: on my way
I drop the phone and crawl back into the nest. The sheets are already ruined.
My thighs slide together with fresh slick and I whine low in my throat because the sound escapes before I can stop it.
I hate how needy it sounds. I love how honest it feels.
My body knows exactly who it wants and it is done pretending otherwise.
The front door opens hard enough to rattle the frame. Sai bursts in, eyes wide and dark. He stalks into the bedroom and sees me sprawled in the nest, flushed and leaking, and something raw crosses his face.
“I’ve got you,” he says, voice rough. “Tell me where you need me.”
I push up on shaky elbows. “If you’re going to help me, you have to stay. All of it. You don’t leave.”
Sai crosses the room in three strides and drops to his knees at the edge of the nest. “Always. I’ll always stay.”
Relief and hunger slam into me at the same time.
I grab the front of his shirt and yank him down into the nest with me.
Our mouths crash together, messy and desperate, and I taste the sharp edge of his sandalwood mixed with the faint coffee he must have been drinking when I texted.
I bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him groan.
“Clothes off,” I order against his mouth. “Now.”
He strips fast, no hesitation, shirt yanked over his head, pants shoved down. Sai gently pulls at the necklace around my neck before unlocking the cage around his cock, freeing the part of him my mind is so desperately craving.
The rest of me wants him, Sai Hollis. I push him onto his back and climb on top, straddling his hips. My slick is already dripping down my thighs and onto his stomach. I reach between us, wrap my hand around his cock, and guide him to my entrance before sinking down in one smooth motion.
The stretch is perfect, filling every inch until I feel the blunt pressure of his knot against my rim. A broken sound tears out of me as I rock my hips forward, grinding down so the head of his cock drags right over that spot inside that makes my vision spark white.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp. “Right there. Don’t move yet. Just feel me.”
Sai’s hands fly to my thighs. He grips hard but stays perfectly still, letting me set the pace.
His eyes are blown wide, fixed on my face like I am the only thing in the universe.
I start to ride him slow and deep, rolling my hips in long circles that drag him over every sensitive place inside me.
Slick pours out with every downward stroke, coating his cock and his balls and the sheets beneath us.
“Harder,” I tell him, voice dropping into the register that always wrecks him. “Give me more. I need it deeper.”
He thrusts up to meet me on the next roll, driving his cock so deep my breath catches.
I moan loud, head falling back as pleasure spikes sharp through my belly.
My cock leaks steadily against his stomach, leaving shiny streaks across his skin.
I brace one hand on his chest and ride him faster, chasing the heat that keeps building.
“Good,” I pant. “So fucking good for me. Keep going. Just like that.”
Sai’s hips snap up harder. His knot bumps my rim on every thrust, stretching me wider each time, teasing the burn I crave.
I reach back and spread myself open with two fingers, taking him even deeper.
The new angle makes me see stars, slick gushing out around his cock and dripping down his thighs in messy rivulets.
It’s still not enough, the need for this Alpha ruining everything else. I lean forward, chest to chest, and bite the side of his neck. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you everywhere. Fill me up, Sai. I want your knot. I want you locked inside me while I come all over you.”
He groans my name like a prayer. His hands slide to my ass and squeeze, pulling me down harder.
I ride him with everything I have, hole clenching tight around his thickness.
The heat is everywhere now, burning under my skin, making every nerve sing.
I grind down on his knot again and again until the pressure finally pops inside me that rips another moan from my throat.
His knot swells, stretching me open and sealing us together. I come hard, cock pulsing between our stomachs and painting his chest in thick white ropes while my hole spasms around his knot. The orgasm rolls through me in long, shuddering waves that leave me shaking and gasping against his neck.
Sai follows right after, a broken groan tearing out of him as he spills deep inside me.
Pulse after pulse of hot cum floods my body until I feel it leaking out around his knot and soaking the sheets even more.
I grind down on the swollen knot, milking every last drop, drawing fresh whimpers from both of us.
We stay locked like that, panting, sweat-slick and trembling as I bury my face in his neck, breathing him in while my body keeps fluttering around his knot.
I press a slow kiss to his throat and whisper against his skin, voice hoarse but steady.
“Again. As soon as you can. I’m not done with you yet. ”
Sai’s arms wrap around me. “I wouldn’t expect you to be, Doll. However, if this is just the start of your heat, I’m excited to see the rest of it.”
I smile against his neck and roll my hips once more, feeling his knot tug inside me. The night is far from over. My heat has only just started, and I have the only Alpha I have ever wanted right where he belongs.
Locked inside me.
Completely mine.
Between waves the world goes soft.
Sai leaves the nest long enough to grab water and returns with a full glass.
I’ve been dragging him beneath me for hours, clawing his shoulders, back, and arms until he knots me and my body pulls me into sleep.
I’m not even sure what time it is, a tired groan pulling from my lips as Sai reenters the nest.
He helps me sit up, one arm behind my back, and brings the rim to my lips so I can drink without spilling.
Cool liquid slides down my throat and I sigh at the relief.
He sets the glass aside, then picks up a small cloth he must have dampened in the bathroom.
With careful strokes, he wipes sweat from my forehead, my neck, and the hollow of my collarbone.
Every touch is gentle, a mixture of a claim and worship.
He cleans the mess of slick and cum from my thighs and stomach without hesitation or shame, like tending to me is the most natural thing he has ever done.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes. The sub and dom parts of us have stepped aside for a moment.
What remains does not have a name. It’s quieter than anything I can put my finger on.
Deeper. I reach for his wrist and pull his hand to my cheek.
He lets me hold it there while his thumb brushes slow circles across my skin.
“You are taking such good care of me,” I murmur.
“That’s what I’m here for, doll because I’m yours.” He presses a kiss to my nose. “And you’re mine.” Then he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “This is how I see you,” he whispers. “Not the performer. Not the cam persona. Just you. Being yourself. I like this version of my Omega.”
My whole face lights up at the claim. “Your Omega?”
His nose drags along my cheek as he scents me, grinning with every pass against my flesh. “Yes, mine.”
Subsciously, I angle my head to the side, exposing my neck. Some part of me wants him to claim me for real. The other part knows we haven’t yet breached that conversation and I’m too high out of my mind to truly appreciate the moment.
Sai dips his lips to the curve of my neck, pulling me closer to his chest. His teeth scrap against the skin before he pulls back. “When you ask me again, I’ll say yes.”
I reach up to caress the side of his face when heat surges through me so fast my back arches off the nest. Slick floods out in a rush that further soaks the sheets beneath us. I grab Sai’s shoulders and pull him down on top of me, legs wrapping around his waist.
“Inside me,” I gasp. “Now. I need you now.”
He slides into me in one smooth thrust. The stretch is everything I need as a loud, shameless moan tears from me when he bottoms out, his knot already swelling against my rim. I rock up to meet him, heels digging into his back.
“Harder,” I demand. “Give me everything.”
Sai obeys instantly. He fucks me deep, hips snapping forward so his cock drags over that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. I reach between us and stroke myself in time with his thrusts, fingers slick and frantic.
“Yes, just like that,” I pant. “Don’t stop. Fuck, Sai, please.” I can’t even be embarrassed by my own pleas because my whole body feels like fire. It’s never been this bad.
I place a hand to Sai’s chest. He sits back on his knees as I flop over onto my stomach and push my ass into the air. “Like this.”
Sai sinks back into me, the deeper angle exactly what I need. “God, you’re so gorgeous, Doll,” he purrs.
Then something shifts. His pace turns feral.
His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he starts pounding into me with short, brutal thrusts.
He mutters “Doll” over and over like a chant, voice rough and broken.
“My Doll. Fuck, my pretty little Doll. Taking my cock so deep. Gonna fill you up. Gonna knot you so full you feel me for days.”
I lose my mind under the roughness. My fingers fist the sheets as he rails me, each snap of his hips forcing a broken moan out of my throat. It feels so good it almost hurts. I can’t think. I can only take it.
He keeps going harder, muttering filth against my back. “Mine. This hole is mine. Gonna breed you, Doll. Gonna lock you on my knot and pump you full until you’re dripping with me.”
I realize it then. The frantic edge in his voice, the way his rhythm has gone completely wild, the heat pouring off his skin. He’s in rut.
Before I can say anything he roughly grips my chin and twists my head back. His mouth crashes into mine in a filthy, tongue-licking kiss that steals what little breath I have left. The kiss travels down my jaw, until he reaches my ear, his teeth sinking in hard.
I stiffen at first, the sharp sting cutting through the pleasure. Then Sai comes with a roar. “You’re mine, Doll! All mine!” His knot swells impossibly bigger against my ass as he spills deep inside me, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding me.
I come right as he slips out, my orgasm hitting so hard my vision whites out.
Before I can even catch my breath he flips me onto my back, thrusts back in, and keeps fucking me as hard as he can.
His knot swells fully even while he’s still moving, stretching me wider, locking us together with every chaotic thrust.
He comes again, hips jerking wildly, still snarling “Mine, mine, mine” against my ear.
My eyes widen as I feel the connection between us click, the obsession, the desire, the submission all pouring off of Sai. My hand flies up to my ear, wetness coating my fingers. I pull them away and stare at the blood on them, realizing exactly just what Sai did.
My Alpha freezes above me, the rut haze clearing from his eyes in an instant as his whole body goes rigid above me.
“What have I done?” he whispers, voice cracking with horror.