Chapter Eight
Sol
The white tile-and-marble bathroom’s main fixture was a walk-in shower that could easily fit three people. I stood under cold water, hoping to cool my feverish skin, and eyeing the small attachment to the shower hose.
Back home, I’d cleaned myself up, ready for any fucking the night would bring. But my ass was on fire and no one had even touched me there yet. Stupid heat. I underestimated how helpless I’d be when it would hit me.
My hands shook, and a cramp was gaining in intensity deep in my guts. Fuck. The first wave was close.
Cool water should help ease the discomfort.
I reached back and touched my rim. It was puffy and covered in my slick.
I kneeled on all fours, took the slim shower hose and slid the tip into my ass.
I sighed, resting my forehead against the tiled wall as the water temporarily scratched the itch to be filled, and eased the hot flash.
I removed the hose, and released the water on a long groan. A shudder ran through me and I sat back on my heels as my insides cramped again.
I couldn’t do it alone.
Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths, keeping my tears away. Was curling into a ball on the floor an option? No. It was just the beginning of the heat. I couldn’t lose my shit.
A knock at the door startled me. “Are you okay, Sol?”
I bit my lip, tasting copper on my tongue. It was too late to keep up any facade—I needed his help. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “Not really.”
“I’m coming in!”
The door burst open, and Rhys froze on the other side of the glass.
His mouth hung open and his cock bounced up.
The body he’d asked me to abuse glistened with droplets of water that glided down his abs toward the happy trail of dark hair.
His thigh muscles flexed as he took a step closer and raised his hands in surrender.
It wouldn’t take a genius to know what I’d been doing. I blushed, but my physical discomfort was too intense for me to be truly ashamed.
“Do you need help with that?” Rhys pointed to the slim shower attachment.
“Yes. I’m all cleaned out, but my insides are on fire and—”
“You don’t have to explain. Tell me what you need.” Rhys entered the stall and kneeled at my side.
I stifled a sob. Who was this guy? I didn’t deserve his kindness, but I definitely needed it.
My hand still trembling, I handed him the hose.
“Fill me up with water and go.” My voice didn’t sound as steady as I’d hoped.
“Okay. Can I stay or do you need me to leave?” He caressed my back, his big palm on my needy skin sending shivers through me.
I arched, relishing the contact. “No, but I’ll have to expel the water. You don’t want to be here.”
“Why not?”
“Alphas like their omegas cleaned in advance, not see the process. I’m clean, but—” A cramp squeezed my insides, and I doubled over. “I’m on fire inside.”
Pressing my cheek to the tiled floor, I pushed my ass up. My hole contracted over nothing.
Until Rhys slid the tiny showerhead in.
I moaned at the feel of cool water filling my guts, much more sensitive so close to a heat wave than ever.
“Go.” I patted his hand away.
He pulled the hose out and directed the spray at my feet, soothing the soles. “What if I want to stay?”
“Suit yourself.” I was used to being exposed to an Alpha’s gaze, but this was next level, even for me.
I released a long groan and pushed the water out of me. No time to be ashamed when another cramp was looming over me.
Rhys caressed my lower back in circles. “Did that help?”
“You’re not disgusted?” I rocked on all fours, slick and water running down my thighs.
He made a humming noise of amusement. “You pissed on me and I loved it. By now you should know, my tastes are a bit different from the Alphas you’ve met.” He slid his hand along my spine. “You’re so hot—on your knees but bossing me around.”
I shivered, taking deep breaths. A glance at his groin told me he wasn’t lying. His thick cock hung hard between his muscled thighs.
I shook my head, my hair sticking to my forehead. He was getting off on me telling him what to do and I needed help. This might work after all.
“Then gimme more.”
He filled me with water again and I held it in.
“Now massage my belly as I expel it,” I said.
Rhys did exactly that, his touch soothing my abdomen. His cock bounced and he shuffled in place, pre-cum leaking into the tiles.
I licked my lips, arousal growing in me with astounding speed. “If you kneel in front of my face, will you still reach my ass?”
“Of course, you’re tiny.” Rhys was already moving into position, tracing my side with his fingertips. Then he brushed my wet hair off my forehead and cupped my cheek. “Tell me what you need.”
My eyes pricked with tears. Was it the heat doing a number on my emotional state?
Probably. Because the care in his voice and the gentleness of his touch broke something in me.
A wall of hate I’ve been building between me and Alphas I’ve encountered throughout my life began to crack.
If I let Rhys in for the time of the heat, would I regret it later?
Even if that were to be the case, I couldn’t hide behind that wall anymore. Not with Rhys, not when I was so desperate and in heat.
“Feed me your cock and fill my ass with water.” I rocked on all fours, opened my mouth, and looked up.
His shocked expression turned into a lustful one, and he nodded. “Yes, Master.” He stroked his hard-on and positioned it in front of my face.
I licked around the head of his cock and sucked it halfway. The thickness filled my mouth, and I swallowed his salty pre-cum. My omega instincts roared with need for Rhys so much that every morsel of his touch helped, and having him on my tongue was even better.
Wiggling my ass, I gave Rhys a sign of what I wanted him to do.
He reached over me, spread my slick around my hole with a finger, then slid the tip of the shower hose into me.
I moaned, sucking harder, reveling in the cooling fullness in my guts. When I was full, I tapped his thigh and he pulled the attachment out. Communicating with him was so effortless. He listened and paid attention to me and my needs. From my experience, that was absolutely unheard of.
I released his dick and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face to his groin. With a whimper, I let go of the water that left only an empty feeling inside me.
“Better?” Rhys asked, petting my hair. He was so gentle with me, I fought back tears, holding onto him, not wanting to pull away just yet.
He directed the spray at my balls, then my thighs and feet, soothing me a fraction more.
“Yes.” I kept my voice as steady as possible. “Thank you. I need to lay down.”
“Let me take you to bed.”
“Do you have a guest bedroom I can stay in?” I couldn’t look at him, but I let go of him as he pulled away to stand up.
“You don’t want to be in my bed?” Rhys covered me with a thick towel that smelled like a meadow.
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then let me carry you to my bedroom.” Rhys helped me stand up and swooped me into his arms like a princess.
I didn’t hide my delight. No one had ever carried me around before, and I was loving it.
With my head on his shoulder, I forced myself to believe Rhys was real and that he meant what he was saying.
Trusting him would be easy for the next week, but I had to make sure to be ready to leave and never look back when my heat was over.
Rhys placed me on the bed and swapped the towel for a blanket.
It was soft and light, but not the texture I found comfort in right now. My body craved an Alpha, and I had to succumb to the primal need or suffer.
“I can smell your slick.” Rhys closed his eyes and inhaled.
I reached around and touched my rim. The wetness there was a thick, lube-like substance.
“There’s so much of it. Ah!” A cramp squeezed my insides and more slick ran down my thighs.
A low growl from Rhys startled me.
“Would you let me taste it?” He stroked my back through the blanket.
I nodded and uncovered my body, giving him access.
Rhys slid a finger down the sensitive flesh of my crease and licked his lips.
His hungry gaze hit me as hard as the next cramp. I positioned myself on all fours and looked at him over my shoulder. “Bon appétit.”
He grinned and dove between my ass cheeks.
I’ve had Alphas eat my ass before without penetration, but Rhys’s enthusiasm was beyond my expectation. My scent must have affected him intensely. Moaning softly, I relaxed, luxuriating in the sensation of his tongue lapping at my rim and pushing into my virginal hole.