Chapter Five
Dex
Flash or false heats, while uncommon in mated Omegas, can occur and do so more often in the case of unmated Omegas lacking proximity to the sire. If you experience one, contact your medical care provider at once.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, tossing my copy of What to Expect When Expecting: Male Omega Edition to the floor beside the bed.
Taylor tucked me in after we ate, suggesting that catching up on my sleep might help me get back on even footing. I agreed hesitantly, aware that the increasingly erotic dreams that haunted my nights were more likely to keep me from sleeping peacefully but willing to give it a try.
I wasn't prepared for my temperature to spike. Or for the desperate, clawing ache of the false heat to grip my body and fog my mind, leaving me desperately trying to get myself off but unable to reach that final peak.
I was so far gone that I even thought I heard Otto’s voice calling to me before an apparition of him appeared in my doorway, all burly muscle and delicious Alpha musk that made my dick throb and my mouth water.
I moaned his name, reaching for him even though my feverish mind knew he couldn’t be there.
“Yeah, baby. It’s me. Are you…what do you need?”
His voice was clear, so real that I questioned it for a second before the fever pulled me back under and I whined, “You. I need you so bad.”
My eyes fell closed as another wave of heat rushed through me.
I tried to focus on breathing through the searing pain, but it was nearly unbearable.
Vaguely aware that I needed help, I reached blindly for the nightstand in the hopes that I could drag my phone over by the cord and manage to dial before I got any worse.
Instead of the charging cord I was aiming for, my hand landed on warm skin, the hair rasping against my palm as my hand slid along it.
I forced my eyes open but couldn’t focus them. “Otto?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” My Alpha’s voice was deep and rough, broken glass tumbling in rough river water. “You’re in heat.” I could hear the confusion in his voice. “I thought you were pregnant?”
“False heat,” I managed to force out. “Need help.” Even in my fevered state I realized the absurdity of asking a mirage to call nine-one-one, but I was too far gone by that point to help myself.
A large hand landed over mine on dream Otto’s thigh, dragging it up until it covered a very hard cock.
“This kind of help? Or a doctor?”
Oh, hell. If I was going to die anyway, I might as well go out with an imaginary bang, right?
“This.” I wrapped my hand around the hard flesh and squeezed lightly, shivering when my dream Otto growled, sending pleasure spiking through my body.
“Just relax, Dex. I’ve got you.”
I let my eyes fall back closed as my Alpha’s body blanketed me. All it took was the barest touch of his skin on mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress for my painfully persistent erection to begin pulsing, a thready cry escaping my throat as my release coated our skin.
“Yeeees,” my dream lover groaned into my neck, dragging his cock against the sticky mess.
When he shifted to thrust again, I grabbed for his hip and shoved.
“No!” Catching him off guard, I flipped him off me and rolled to my stomach, pulling my knees up under my chest. “I need you to fuck me,” I pleaded. “Please, I need to have your cock inside me or this won’t go away.”
There wasn’t any answer but a moment later his bulbous cockhead slid over my entrance, probed gently, and then slid home. My dream Alpha grunted when my body drew him in.
“Oh, fuck. Dex!” He grunted again when the pleasure of his invasion made my body spasm. “Damn, you feel so fucking good, baby.”
“Fuck me,” I pleaded again, shoving my ass back to reclaim the inches he pulled back. “Alpha, please! I need it.”
He didn’t make me ask again. Shoving my face down with a big hand between my shoulder blades, he dragged my hips back until I was nearly straddling his knees and let loose with a punishing rhythm that was certain to kill me, but what a way to go.
~*~
Otto
The first three orgasms took less than an hour and Dex’s erection had barely flagged between them.
The next few he dozed briefly after climaxing, allowing me to rehydrate the both of us.
By four the next morning, Dex came four more times, his temperature seemed to have returned mostly to normal, and he was sleeping hard enough that I was able to wipe him clean and pull the nasty, cum-crusted sheet out from under him without waking him.
Stuffing the dirty sheet into the hamper in the corner of the bedroom, I thought of leaving a note for Dex.
Normally, it would be common courtesy, but with his unpredictable reaction to seeing me, I wasn’t sure if he wanted to be reminded we had been together.
After all, there was no way he was going to be able to completely clean my scent from him for days, so he was going to have some explaining to do when his boyfriend caught it as it was.
That thought left me with a faint twinge in my gut, but I shook it off. It wasn’t my business whether or not Dex had been unfaithful. Hell, for all I knew they had an open relationship and the prick wouldn’t even care that his pregnant lover had been with another man.
Oddly, that did even less to settle my nerves than the thought that Dex might have cheated with me. Although, in the condition he had been in, only a serious fucker would have begrudged their Omega the care needed at the risk of their health.
Instead of a note, I left a couple more bottles of water on the nightstand next to Dex’s cell phone. Then I added a protein bar from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter and locked the door behind me as I left.
The sun was peeping over the horizon when I let myself into my house. A long, hot shower later and I was crawling into my bed to catch up on the sleep I missed the night before.
I slept until mid-afternoon, only waking when the front gate buzzer sounded persistently.
Groaning, I slid from the bed and pulled on a pair of lounge pants I’d dropped on the floor the day before.
Looking out the kitchen window, I hesitated when I recognized the car at the gate.
Clark Boreal. I couldn’t be certain, but it sure looked like his husband, Jackson, was in the car, too.
With the timing of a second unannounced visit, I guessed that they were there to address Dex and I sleeping together the night before.
I considered going back to bed instead of opening the gate, but knowing that that could cost me the goodwill I’d banked through the years, I drew in a deep breath and pressed the button to open the gate on my way to the front door.
There was no mention of Dex. bookmark
Instead, Clark asked if I’d been able to learn anything at the bar.
How I’d forgotten the reason I’d gone to the damn bar in the first place, I had no clue.
I glossed over the reason I didn’t have anything to report -namely that I’d been booted from the place almost immediately after arriving.
When they asked if I would come with them to speak with the warden’s son, Mitch, who escaped the prison with a little help from me and some magic from Clark.
Literally. The Alpha had a gift that allowed him to bend time and perception which came in incredibly handy many times during the trafficking investigation, but that’s a story for a different time.
Anyway, Mitch was staying with an old friend, Dane, and Clark thought he might be more comfortable talking about his asshole dad if I was there.
Agreeing, I excused myself to get dressed and to mix up a protein smoothie to replace some of the nutrients I’d worked off the night before.
Alpha in my prime or not, a man can only fuck for so long before his legs feel like they belong to a newborn calf.
Pouring the shake into a travel cup, I tried to forget how perfect Dex had looked shivering beneath me and climbed into the backseat of his dads’ sedan.
I’d just taken a large sip of the smoothie when Jackson swiveled as far as his seatbelt allowed and offered me a smile.
“Have you seen much of Dex?”
By the time I finished clearing the shake from my lungs, it was spattered over every surface in the backseat of the car and both Jackson and Clark were staring at me, Clark having pulled over to the shoulder of the road when I began choking.
“Uh, no, Why do you ask?”