21. Pain
Pain
A ll I felt was pain.
Then something cool wrapped around me and I felt some of my heat and pain seep away.
My hips moved on their own, seeking something that I couldn't articulate.
When I found it, that hardness that pressed just so into my clit, my body automatically ground against it until I exploded with pleasure and the pain briefly subsided, just a bit.
I woke to pain again, but this time I was aware that I was lying on top of a bare chest. River. He was holding me and I was naked from the waist up, though my borrowed pants were absolutely dripping with slick.
"Quinn?" He peered down at me worriedly.
"It hurts," I whispered. My core throbbed painfully, practically begging for a knot.
"Drink this." He sat up a little and held a bottle of water to my parched mouth.
I gulped the water down, feeling it hit my empty stomach. A whine escaped me when he pulled the bottle away, capping it again.
"You can have more when the guys get here." His hand lifted to touch my brow as he laid back down, cradling my head to his chest. "Do you feel any better?"
"No. So much pain." It was hard to get the words out, especially since my omega whine kept trying to escape. "I can't."
"Can't what?"
"Can't do this." My insides felt like they were burning with so much heat I was sure they were already turned to ash. The only places I felt almost normal were where my skin touched River's. It should repulse me, but it didn't. I wanted more.
"The others will be here soon, okay? Then we'll get you to the hospital."
I rolled feverish eyes up to look at him. He was blurry, but I could see his brow scrunched. "Please make it stop. I can't. I'm going to die."
It might already be too late. I could feel my body giving out, fatigue crawling over me and pressing me into his chest. "Knot me."
"You don't want that."
"I don't want to die."
My head flopped back onto his chest and I panted from the heat and the pain, my breath raspy. There was no way other omegas did this every heat. My first heat had been nothing like this.
I lifted a hand and ran it over his ribs. He was chilly to the touch, but I wasn't sure if that was because of the cold or because I was so hot everything felt cold.
River shifted under me. His hard cock pressed into my core, and I couldn't help pressing my hips down to rub along his length. It lessened the pain a tiny bit and more slick poured out of me.
"I can't . . . do that to you," he grated out, but his hips jerked upward slightly. He wanted it too.
"Please." The word was hard to squeeze out of my closing throat.
"No. Quinn. Just hold on. We're going to get you help." He wrapped his legs around mine to stop me from moving and the pain roared back.
I panted and twisted and screamed as my body tore itself apart and burned from the inside. He had what I needed right there and he still refused to give it to me. His arms were like steel braces, wrapped around me, holding me in place as I shuddered and burned.
Then it all went dark.