Chapter Fifteen
Sol
Iwas in hell and heaven at the same time.
In a cruel contrast to the heat, now I was freezing and uncomfortable no matter how I positioned myself on the bed.
My body hurt from my ass and insides to every muscle.
Rhys stayed away like I’d asked, but kept checking on me quietly and bringing everything I needed.
That was the heaven part. Rhys doted on me as if I were a prince, giving me the illusion of a happy life that was not in our future.
It was all too good to be true. I had to run before my dream bubble popped.
Rhys had a life and a career. We’d both kept our end of the deal, and now it was time to move on.
A day or two of planning my next step should suffice; then I’d be out of his hair.
I’d keep the money he’d paid me the evening we’d met, since I desperately needed it, but wouldn’t ask for the rest. I’d brought too much trouble on him.
Between my needy heat and recovery, and Dryden shooting at his windows, I was sure Rhys had had enough.
Full of delicious food, I was scowling at the watch I had been so careless about. Even if I turned off the location, I should have known Dryden had a way of tracking it.
My body hummed with a quiet need, and I racked my brain as to what else I could want. Of course I was stressed about planning my future, but it wasn’t that.
“I think there’s something wrong with me.” I rubbed my stomach, then leaned closer to Rhys.
Rhys traced the top of my hand with his fingertips in a tentative move. “Why? How are you feeling?”
I closed my eyes and inhaled his pleasant Alpha scent. “This heat didn’t end properly, or my body is failing.”
Rhys kissed my forehead. “You’re scaring me, Sol. Why would you think that?”
I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. “I’m horny again. You’re sitting right there and I want to fuck you.”
“Hows that bad?” His light tone irked me.
“It’s not funny! I’m not supposed to feel like that. Between heats I’m dry and I have no sex drive. I had to always force myself to smile and pretend I was enjoying myself when I was sucking some rich old man’s cock. Arousal only happens during heat and a few days before it.”
“Sol, baby…” Rhys turned me to him and took my hands in his. “Who told you that?”
“My parents. And Dryden. He said he’d fuck me only when I wouldn’t be in heat, when I’d be dry and it would hurt. Why am I aroused now? Why is my body betraying me?”
“Hey, it’s okay. That’s a load of crap. That bastard lied to you.
” Sol wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled into him like I’ve never done with anyone before.
“You can get wet and horny between heats, that’s normal.
If you didn’t want Dryden, you probably wouldn’t be aroused, so yes, it would hurt.
So I guess you feel a bit different about me, huh? ”
I pulled away to glare at him. “Yeah, obviously. But why would they lie to me about this?”
Rhys let out a long sigh, shaking his head.
“Gatekeeping is a form of control—the less you know, the better. They may have given you drugs to keep your libido down too. That way omegas wouldn’t fall in love or cheat…
You can feel pleasure and arousal at any time.
Heat is only your fertile period and when you need to be serviced and knotted.
That’s when your body needs it, not wants it, if that makes sense. ”
“I took the pills my mom gave me every morning. I don’t know what was in them but she wouldn’t leave me until I swallowed them all.
But I also got illegal shots for myself.
” I looked away, feeling like a naive idiot.
“I’ve been delaying my heat for years to avoid Dryden’s clutches and his deal with my parents.
Then I came up a plan to trick an Alpha on the night of the hunt into breeding me.
For that to work, I stopped taking the shots just in time to go into heat that evening. ”
“So you knew?” Rhys frowned.
“Sort of. When I agreed to that deal with you, I thought my calculations were wrong. That I wouldn’t go into heat and—” I buried my face in my hands. “I’m sorry.”
“I can’t even imagine what I’d do if I were you. Your plan and your determination tell me how brave you are.” His voice was steady and calm, far from the anger or disappointment I’d expected. “You can trust me, Sol. You don’t have to lie to me anymore about anything, okay?”
I nodded. “I’m not used to that.” Meeting his deep brown gaze, I cupped his stubbled cheek.
“When I’m so close to you now, I feel a need like during heat but different.
” I stroked my lower belly, then cupped my erection through my pants.
“Like I’m not out of my mind with lust but not in pain and… I want orgasms with you.”
Rhys slid to his knees on the floor and propped his chin on my knee. “Let me suck your dick, my Sunshine.”
Relief flooded me. I didn’t deserve this man. “Only a little.” I lifted the loose dress shirt I snatched from Rhys’s closet and parted my legs, inviting him between them. My Alpha licked along the inside of my thigh and buried his face in my groin, inhaling deep.
“I love your scent. It’s less intense now but still divine.” He flicked his tongue over my balls, then placed kisses on my sac and my dick until he reached the head. He wrapped his lips around the crown and looked up at me as if seeking permission that I’d already given.
“You’re such a slut for my omega cock.” I gripped his short hair and directed him to suck me off.
His eyes glazed over and a happy expression took over his face.
He bobbed his head, hollowing his cheeks like he was born to serve my small dick.
The heat of his mouth and a week of no orgasms brought me close to the edge too soon.
“Stop, stop.” I pulled him off me by the hair, then slid my thumb between his lips. He latched onto it as if it were my dick, not helping my situation. Could I come from looking at him like this? I didn’t want to find out now. I retreated my thumb and traced his saliva over his bottom lip.
Rhys sat back on his heels, grinning like a cat that had got the cream.
He was gorgeous, but when kneeling in front of me with a lust-filled look, he was the Alpha of my dreams—strong but devoted to his omega.
I slid my bare foot between his legs and flicked his locked cock with my toes.
He sucked in a breath and released it on a long and breathy “fuck.”
I took off the delicate chain that was around my neck and dangled the key at the end of it. “Stand up.”
He pulled to his feet with grace. Wearing only black shorts and a T-shirt, Rhys looked at me with adoration all over his face, as if I were dressed in my best outfit and he were about to take me to a ball.
Through the thin fabric, I danced my fingers over the chastity device he’d put on himself.
I had been sleeping clutching the key throughout the recovery period.
It had been the only item he’d touched that I could stand holding in my hand.
It had brought me comfort in a weird way.
“How did it feel having your cock locked for a week?”
“Like I still belonged to you, even though you couldn’t be in the same room with me for more than a moment. Like I was still your servant and worthy of your attention.” The sincerity in his tone hit me with a confirmation that I wasn’t alone in this pond of lust and intense connection we swam in.
I lowered his shorts and slid the key into the lock. With a soft click and gentle slide, I released his dick from the cage and watched it thicken in record time. My mouth watered, but I had other plans.
“We had sex in so many places in the house. I want something new today.” I need to have you everywhere on your land before I say goodbye.
“We had fresh hay delivered this morning. The omegas taking care of the horses left for the day.” Rhys could read me so well by now.
I took his hand and grinned. “Let’s go.”
“Do you want to see the horses first or—?”
“I need you naked on the hay.”
We ran out of the house like teenagers, laughing as the sun hit our faces, and the gentle wind ruffled our hair.
Rhys pushed the barn door open and left it ajar, letting in the sunlight.
It was a lot neater than I’d expected. We passed leather implements, few of which I recognized when I’d seen them used on me or other omegas at parties, including a riding crop.
The other ones I’d love to use on Rhys, but not today. Would I ever?
“Strip,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the wall that gave me too many ideas.
Rhys took off his clothes and hung them on a hook nailed to a pillar.
I approached him slowly, watching his chest rise and fall, and his abs flex. I tapped his hard-on with the back of my palm. He grunted but remained in place.
“Pull yourself together. Your useless dick is leaking. I think you should to be flogged for that. I could deliver a blow for every time an Alpha touched me against my will, or forced me to do something I didn’t want to.” Would painting my misery on him in red welts heal me? I had no way of knowing.
“Yes, please. I don’t deserve your mercy, Master.”
“Today, you do. Because I want to—” make love to you, “take you like this. On the hay.” I pointed to the neatly laid-out bales. “There.”
He took a few steps back and sprawled on them with one hand behind his head and the other caressing his chest. He was so effortlessly gorgeous.
I pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.
As I was straddling him, a realization hit me: if I changed my mind now, I wouldn’t be in pain or die like I would if I were in heat, nor would I be punished for disobedience like Dryden used to do whenever I hesitated to serve him or his friends.
I could walk away at any moment without consequences.
Yet, the only thing I wanted was to have the Alpha underneath me make me scream in pleasure in this barn.