23. Jet
Jet
When I became aware of my surroundings, having either passed out or fallen asleep with my cock still buried in Elliott’s body, I rolled to my side, curving around him like a quotation mark. I wanted to thrust, but it was late and chilly. Like me, Elliott was completely naked.
At the market, we’d admitted that we didn’t want to lose each other. Our feelings had been palpable. Maybe that had triggered Elliott’s heat after we got back to the ranch.
I had no doubts that when I’d smelled Elliott’s arousal in the canoe, I’d gone into full rut.
The only thing I could think of at that time was getting us to shore and getting my cock inside Elliott.
Looking back, I wasn’t sure how I managed to hold myself in check those couple of minutes it took for Elliott to admire the tattoo on my back.
I was beginning to suspect I would do anything for him, which was clearly evident a second later when I eased out of his warm body instead of fucking him again like instinct demanded, no matter the cold wind or hard ground.
When I gently rolled Elliott onto his back, the sight of his bare body, looking so pale and vulnerable, forced me to take a moment to breathe and calm down.
I could feel my rut lying in wait, ready to break the surface of my control at the slightest provocation, which was unusual; normally, when my rut was over, it was over.
I didn’t need any more proof than that to convince myself that I had made Elliott mine.
My heart stammered in my chest as sudden, pure happiness overwhelmed me.
I’d mated the omega of my heart.
When I realized I was hovering over him in the middle of the night with an undoubtedly silly expression on my face, I gave myself a mental shake and studied him more closely to make sure he was okay.
His breathing was deep and even, and when I leaned close to him and sniffed at his neck, instinct told me he’d simply fallen into an exhausted sleep rather than passed out.
The heat had been short. I didn’t know if that was normal or not for a mating.
Since he was an omega x, I wasn’t sure if there was a normal.
Ben was the only other omega x we had to go by, and he had two mates—a factor that could make a difference.
Reassured, I went looking for our clothes.
I found Elliott’s shorts, underwear, and shoes close by, but I couldn’t locate his shirt.
Then I remembered that when his heat came over him, he’d stripped it off in the canoe.
Had he tossed it in the water? I headed for the small boat and, fortunately, found his shirt wadded up in the hull.
Elliott murmured unhappily in his sleep at being disturbed as I carefully dressed him, his cute frown and furrowed brow making me smile.
When I’d gotten myself dressed, I took a moment to think.
I’d searched Elliott’s pockets and hadn’t found a key. I could carry him to his house and put him to bed, but I’d have to wake up his friends to get inside. And hadn’t I heard somewhere that Elliott slept in a bed with Keane? Uh uh. No fucking way.
I could take Elliott to my house, but I shared a room with Joel, and even if I managed to drag myself out of there without having Elliott again, I was sure as shit was not going to leave my omega asleep in a room with another alpha.
I could kick Joel out to sleep on the couch, but then I’d have to explain everything to him, and I didn’t have that kind of patience right now.
I needed a private place in case this wasn’t the end of my rut and his heat. I just didn’t know enough to be sure.
The therapists were betas, and therefore less threatening to me, but their cabin was small, with Ace and Dallas sharing the larger bedroom and Gail sleeping in the smaller one.
There was only one person I could ask to help without a barrage of questions, and that was Laura.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I called her.
When she picked up on the third ring, her voice sounded understandably groggy.
“Jet? It’s after three. Is there something wrong?”
“Sorry to wake you. I need a bedroom for a couple of days. For…me and Elliott. I’ll have to explain later.”
I heard a male voice behind hers followed by a female voice. Laura covered the phone and spoke to them, and then said, “Okay. Where are you now?”
“Almost there,” I said, and hung up.
Scooping up Elliott, I began walking, Elliott’s head curled onto my chest.
When I reached the ranch, Laura, Eric, and Nova were standing on the front porch in their robes. I eyed Nova warily. Knowing she was happily mated didn’t negate the fact that she was an alpha.
Laura immediately came forward to look at Elliott in my arms. When she lifted a hand to brush his hair off his face, a noise left my throat that had her quickly pulling her hand back and Nova stepping toward her protectively.
“Follow me upstairs,” she told me, turning to walk into the house.
As I climbed the steps, I heard Eric say he might as well start breakfast.
Laura took us to the far end of the upstairs hall, away from the kids’ rooms.
As I lay Elliott on the double bed, she said, “When breakfast is ready, I’ll bring up a tray. You’ll have to go down the hall to use the bathroom.”
“Thank you,” I said sincerely, already toeing off my shoes.
I heard the door shut behind her and took a moment to go lock it before returning to Elliott. I fully undressed him without waking him.
When I’d rid myself of my own clothes, I climbed into bed with Elliott, who was lying on his side.
Lifting his left leg close to his body, I parted the smooth, soft cheeks of his ass and looked at his hole that I’d abused for hours earlier that night.
A bit of sweet tang oozed out, and its ambrosial scent drifted to my nose.
My cock instantly filled to the point of being painfully rigid, and my vision blurred.
I pushed against Elliott’s soft skin, seeking friction, and the head of my cock became coated in the slippery tang.
“Elliott,” I said, trying to rouse him.
He moaned.
“Elliott, do you remember what happened in the boat?”
“Mmhm.”
“Are you sure? You went into heat and—“
“Hmph. Mated,” Elliott muttered, eyes still closed.
I couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, but my rut’s becoming strong again. I can’t wait…”
Arching his back, Elliott stretched languidly. “Hmm,” he murmured, then shivered, as though his body suddenly realized it was still in the midst of a heat.
“Jet. Please,” he choked out, and I immediately pushed inside him, gasping at the hot, wet snugness that welcomed my cock.
Nirvana.
Elliott grasped the sheet beneath us as I began to thrust in and out of him. Looping my arm under Elliott’s bent leg, I held it up, my palm gripping his toned calf. Pressing my lips to his ear, I said, “Feel me, my little omega? Do you feel me owning you?”
“Jet,” Elliott murmured.
The bedsprings rattled as I sped up the pace.
Outside the closed door, I heard someone—Laura, presumably—set a tray outside the door and retreat down the hall, but I didn’t pause or even stutter in my rhythm. Elliott moaned, the sound so sensual that I lost control and bit his neck hard.
“Ah-hh…” Elliott reached up and grasped the back of my neck, arching his back and taking me even deeper inside him.
“Again,” he said.
I indulged him, biting, pinching, and squeezing him for hours just to hear those little cries of pain-induced pleasure while we coupled.
Each time he came, and I covered his mouth to muffle his scream, fucking him harder and faster until I reached my own climax and we started all over again. During brief rest periods, we ate the meal Laura had brought us, lying in each other’s arms, kissing languidly.
Are you okay?“ I asked him during one of those times. Behind the curtains on the window, I could tell the sun was coming up.
Elliott nodded and kissed me, and when our kisses turned heated, I had him again. And again.
Outside the window, the day began on the ranch. Voices carried faintly to our ears, along with various animal noises.
Elliott’s cell phone rang first, then mine. I muted them both, leaving Laura to deal with those looking for us. I was sure they were worried and had questions, but that would have to wait.
We continued like this far into the next day, stopping only to take a bathroom break and eat whatever food Laura left for us. The entire floor was silent except for at bedtime, obviously having been given over to us. By suppertime, Elliott and I were exhausted.
“Well, this is an interesting turn of events.”
I awoke to find Elliott grinning down at me. It made me so happy to see him happy. In fact, for the next few minutes, we were giddy over what had passed between us. Although the words we’d exchanged at the market had been sparse, I hadn’t been the only one who’d realized their import.
“Shower?” Elliott asked, wrinkling his nose and flicking with his finger and thumb at the dried cum on my abdomen.
Grinning, I nodded.
Sticking my head out the bedroom door and ascertaining there was no one on the upper floor, I motioned to Elliott and we scurried to the bathroom.
We decided to take a relaxing bath, and as I soaped up Elliott’s body, I looked over him appreciatively and said, “I’d totally do you again if I had the energy. ”
Looking at me over his shoulder, Elliott responded, “Sweet talker.”
We both burst into laughter.
When we came out of the bathroom, both of us wrapped in huge, fluffy towels, we ran into Laura bringing us a tray of food.
“Ah, you’re out. I’ll just take this into the room.”
I smiled at her. “Thanks again, Laura,” I said, following her, while Elliott hung behind me, obviously embarrassed.
“When will you be ready to talk?” she asked, turning to us after having placed the tray on the dresser.
I looked at Elliott, who said, “Um, after we eat.”
“Okay. I’ll be doing some work in my office. Oh—I had Joel and Ren bring you guys fresh clothes. I’ll get them and leave them outside the door.”