Chapter Thirty-Two
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
BLUE AND RED lights shine down on the black curtain at the back of the small stage where Spencer is signing up for the club’s open mic night. He’s nervous. The entire drive here from the group home he’d chattered away about his week, words blurring together as his anxiety grew.
Despite his nervousness, he’s determined to take the stage and perform. Apparently, he has invited the guy he likes to watch tonight.
After speaking with the DJ, he returns to our high top table in the corner. “All set.”
I push his soda across the table, and offer him a confident smile. “Is he here yet?” Spencer shakes his head quickly, staring down into his drink. “We’re early. I’m sure he’ll show.”
An older woman takes the stages first, crooning in a raspy, slightly out of tune voice. With work she could have potential. Perhaps I should send some of our talent scouts to dive bars like this.
When the next performer thrills us with a wildly interpretive rendition of a classic rock song, I remember why we have the scouts stick to venues with the room for full bands. The young man nearly tumbles into the crowd by the stage with his erratic dancing. My face contorts in distaste when he stands with his back to the crowd, arms spread wide as if he is going to attempt to stage dive. Thankfully, club security steps in before anyone can be injured.
Spencer laughs beside me, the sound turning into a squeak that has color spreading across his face. I follow his gaze and notice the tall kid in a varsity jacket standing by the door. This must be Micah. He spots us a few seconds later and gives Spencer a tentative wave. I push him from the seat with a raised brow, silently urging him to go greet his friend.
“Mr. A, this is Micah. My, uh, friend. From school,” Spencer stammers out when they return a few moments later.
Micah extends a hand to me, giving me a firm shake. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. A. Thank you for inviting me out tonight.”
“Nice to meet you too. Have a seat. Would you like me to order you a soda or water?”
The two talk quietly, lost in their own world as I sip my drink. Sharp pain in my abdomen has sweat beading down the side of my face. The last thing I need is food poisoning or a stomach virus.
I barely make it through Spencer’s performance., the pain amplifying with each moment that passes. Fearing I may pass out, I press my glass against my temple. The cool feeling helps temper the pain enough for me to push to my feet. “Micah, did you drive?”
“Yes, sir, I did.”
“Could you do me a favor and make sure Spencer gets home safely? I fear I’ve come down with something.”
He eyes me for a moment before nodding sharply. Spencer chooses that moment to return, a proud grin on his face. “That felt incredible!” We both congratulate him, but he frowns when he looks at me. “No offense, Mr. A, but you look like shit.”
A weak laugh slips from my lips and I nod. “I feel like shit, Spence. Are you comfortable with Micah driving you home tonight?”
“Yeah, of course! Go get some rest!”
I slip my wallet out and drop money onto the table, making sure they know to order whatever late night snacks they desire. “I’ll see you next week, Spence.”
“Feel better Mr. A!”
With a wave, I head to my car. The drive back to Starburgh is hell. There are several points I have to pull over and wait for waves of pain to fade. Perhaps I should go to the emergency room instead of going back to my apartment.
The thought of sitting in a packed waiting room for several hours makes the decision easy. I will suffer at home and hope whatever illness I’ve contracted fades quickly.
Security at my apartment building eyes me skeptically as I nearly collapse into the elevator. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s overwhelming, making me feel delirious from the sharp stabs above my groin.
My keys jingle as I swing the apartment door open and step inside. I’m nearly knocked to my ass as the sweetest, richest scent of tropical liquor invades my senses. Sweet Fates, she smells like heaven.
I barely have the forethought to remove my keys from the door and lock it behind me before I am stumbling toward the guest room. It’s closed, but the wood does little to block the flare of pheromones trying to drive me to her side. Sabine is in my apartment, and she’s in heat. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
Scrambling for my phone, I frantically dial my brother’s number. He has an omega. He can tell me what to do. The line goes straight to voicemail. I curse, slapping my palm against the door as another wave of pain spikes through my body.
Oh shit. This is-
No. It can’t be. But what else could explain the sudden bursts of pain?
Do I truly share a Fated connection with Miss Powell? She had mentioned her connection was shared pain after returning from the last tour stop in Los Angeles several weeks ago. Is this her pain reflected in my body?
A muffled cry has my spine snapping straight. My hand is on the doorknob before I can process the thought. I brace myself to be inundated with fresh doses of her scent, but it does little to stop my instincts from pushing to the surface.
I stalk into the room and spot her phone on the bedside table. Perhaps she has the heat seeker app and I can- A voice in my mind reminds me of the current threats to her safety. The entire reason she is staying with me. I can’t risk signing her up for a heat helper when there isn’t time to run a proper background check against them.
Fucking hell.
I’m doing this aren’t I? Tempting Fate by helping Sabine through her heat.
As another crushing wave of pain knocks me against the wall, I shake off any remaining hesitation. The least I can do is step in to ease her pain. Whatever happens between us here doesn’t have to mean anything more.
Turning, I find Bea curled up in the small walk in closet. Frowning, I consider how we can both fit inside of the tiny space. Simply put- we can’t. When her teary, hazy eyes find mine, I know we will have to make due until she is clear-headed enough to move to my closet.
“Sweet Omega, you smell like the most sinful beachside vacation. I’m tempted to dive between your thighs and never surface.”
A moan slips from her plush lips before she nods quickly, bouncing her messy curls. “It hurts,” she whines as I unbutton my shirt and slip it down my arms. I move quickly, not wanting to continue denying her but knowing skin-to-skin contact will help soothe her instincts.
Dropping to my knees, I shuffle through her blanket pile to reach her naked form. Golden skin, wide hips, and long legs. Her body was made to mold to mine. Entwining like two halves of an ancient relic scattered across time, and reunited by the bond shared between our souls.
I trail a finger up the outside of her calf, using my other hand to pull her to me. She shivers, gooseflesh rising from my light touch. The scent of her slick draws a groan from my chest. Dropping to my stomach, I bury my face against her thigh and savor the smell of honey covered pineapple and coconut. I haven’t tasted her, and yet I know one lick would bring me to the peak of ecstasy.
“Alpha,” she whines, curling upward as another wave of cramps pinch her abdomen. Easing two fingers up, I push inside of her slowly, testing to see how easily she stretches around them. Her body squirms against the blankets, trying to work herself toward release. This first orgasm will come freely, but the next she will earn.
Using my weight to pin her hips to the floor, I fuck my fingers into her with relentless precision. Curling to brush against every pleasure spot within reach. Sabine moans and whimpers, thrashing beneath me as I push her toward release. When she explodes, a scream tearing from her throat and her body convulsing, I don’t back down. I need her coherent enough to consent to what comes next, not treading the waves of heat overtaking her body.
One orgasm turns into three before she collapses against her blankets, chest heaving and body temporarily sated. Hypnotic blue eyes blink open, growing wide when she sees me straddling her knees, fingers still buried knuckle deep inside of her.
“Miss Powell, we have urgent business to discuss.”
“S-shiloh?” Her voice cracks from overuse. We need to move quickly if we’re going to gather everything we need between waves.
“You are in heat, Miss Powell. As tempting as it is to use the heat helper app to find someone to assist you through this, threats from the Montgomery cult make that impossible. With your permission, I will assist you through this heat. Do you wish for me to help you?”
She’s still dazed from her orgasms, but she agrees after a moment to digest my words. “I-“ She clears her throat and tries again. “I have low dose heat suppressants in the bathroom.”
I nod, pulling my fingers from her pussy and making her shudder. Smirking, I stand to my feet. “I will grab your suppressants in a moment. Now that I have your consent to assist you, what are your limits?”
“No marking.” My alpha rejects her denial, but I nod my agreement. Neither of us wishes for this heat to end with a permanent bond between us.
“Do you have a safe word? With the suppressants, you should be lucid enough to use it if I make you uncomfortable in any way.”
“C-confetti.”
“Thank you for trusting me with your body and your health,” I reply diplomatically. Outside of the guest room, I bite back a smile and leave her to rest. She is far too adorable when she isn’t spewing fire in my direction.
In the living room, I find my phone and email Jane to let her know neither Bea or I will be in on Monday. I also text my chef and ask her to prepare high calorie, easy heat meals to get us through the next several days.
Once I’m certain everything is in order, I grab several bottles of water and find Bea’s suppressants. I drop them onto my bed and return to the guest room closet to collect my snoozing omega.
Bea stirs as I haul her into my arms, but she falls back asleep as soon as her nose is pressed to my scent gland. A shudder rocks my body with the small puff of her breath against my skin. It is going to be extremely difficult to prevent our bond from growing during this heat. I hope we can survive the fallout afterward.
Laying Bea on my bed, I wrap her in my sheets before I clear everything from the floor of my closet. Piling blankets and scent drenched clothing in, I try my best to create a makeshift nest. The cushions from my couches add a nice layer of padding to the hard floor. It still doesn’t feel right. I feel like a failure of an alpha for not providing my omega with a proper nest, but there is little I can do to correct the situation now.
My instincts are taking over. Telling me where to put the different pieces of material to ensure my scent saturates the small space. When I hear Bea start to stir, a whimper echoing through my bedroom, I go to her side. “Let’s get you into the nest, Omega.”
“Alpha.” She mutters my designation like I am her savior. A gift from Fate granted to the sweet woman clinging to my neck. I’ll cherish her faith in me, even if I don’t deserve it.
It takes several minutes of rearranging before Bea is satisfied with my meager offerings for her nest. Once she is happy with the layout, she flops onto her back and spreads her legs wide, baring her smooth pussy to me. “Fuck me alpha. I need your knot.”
“You will get my knot when you have earned it, Omega. On your knees. Hands behind your back and mouth open.” I slowly unbutton my slacks as she moves into position, eyes hungrily watching as I lower my zipper. “I’m going to feed you my cock and my cum, and you are going to kneel there like a good little omega and keep your hands to yourself. If you touch me or yourself, I will add five minutes.”
“And when time runs out?” she asks, shifting her thighs together.
Shoving my slacks and briefs down my thighs, I kick them aside and stand before her, stroking my cock in firm, dragging pumps. “If you behave, I will fold you in half and knot you for hours. But if you choose to be a brat and misbehave, I will turn your ass red and make you lick my cum from my body after I get myself off.”
A whine slips from her mouth, her plump bottom lip jutting out in a pout. I swipe my thumb over my tip, gathering the bead of pre-cum leaking down my length, and press it into her mouth.
“Can you be my good girl, Sabine?”
She nods emphatically, entranced by the grip of my hand around my knot. “Yes, sir.”
I groan, my balls tingling from her easy submission. There is little doubt her compliance will fade as she falls further into her heat, bringing the brat inside of her to the surface. Taming brats brings me immense pleasure, so I hope this omega is ready for the dominance she awakens in me.
“Stick out your tongue.” She listens, opening her mouth wider and waiting for my cock. Using one foot, I slide her knees further apart. I want her dripping and begging for my knot by the time I am finished fucking her throat.
Pressing my tip against her tongue, I place one hand on the back of her head and guide myself into the warmth of her mouth. She gags when I reach the back, so I pull back, giving her several seconds to adjust before sliding deeper. When she swallows around me, my knees shake from the sensation. Fucking Fates, this is heaven.
I watch as her hands twitch, inching around her body before she catches herself and pushes them behind her again. Drool leaks around my cock where it stretches her lips, leaking down her chin to meet the tears streaming down her cheeks from my quick thrusts.
One day I will have her sit beneath my desk and warm my cock while I work.
Squeezing my knot, I shudder as I come on her tongue. “Swallow,” I demand, slipping from her mouth and watch her throat work as she complies. “Good girl. You’ve been so well behaved for me, Omega. Are you ready for your reward?”
“Please,” Bea whimpers. Her eyes are fully hazy now, lost to a wave of heat. Thankfully, my cum in her stomach helps sate her enough to prevent those awful cramps.
Fisting her curls, I angle her head up and smash my lips to her, tasting my release on her tongue. She melts against me, letting me take control and move her body until she is lying on her back among the blankets.
I take a moment to appreciate her beauty, tracing her curves and flicking her pointed nipples. My knuckles tease across her opening and come away soaked in her sweet slick. Lifting them to my mouth, I stare into her dark blue eyes as I lick them clean.
“Alpha,” she pants. A flush of color rises from her chest to her cheeks, painting her golden skin in a pink hue that calls to my baser instincts. How pretty would she look with her ass painted the same shade?
Taking both ankles in one hand, I bend her legs toward her chest, folding her in half. “This pussy is mine, Omega,” I tell her as I push inside of her in one rough thrust. Her back bows off the cushions, tits bouncing as I begin to pound into her. “Mine to fuck.” Thrust. “Mine to breed.” Thrust. “ Mine.”
Instinct takes control, setting a punishing pace as I fuck into her. When she clenches around me, coming with a scream that echoes through the closet, I fuck her harder. Outside of this room I can deny the connection between us all I want, but here, with her pussy sucking my cock deeper into her body and begging for my knot, we are inevitable.
Sabine Powell is mine. My omega mate. No one but me will ever touch her again.
Leaning over until her knees are pressed to her chest, I press a filthy kiss to her mouth. It’s all tongue and spit and moaned pleas. Trailing my lips down her neck, I suck the skin into my mouth, leaving a row of marks behind.
My teeth ache to break her flesh and bind her to me, but I’m still coherent enough to hold back. She will be coherent and willing when I claim her.
Straightening, I tighten my grip on her legs and hip, forcing her to take the full power of my rut. Pleasure has my balls drawing up, and electricity burns down my spine as I slam my knot inside of her, locking us together.
“Shiloh!”
A smirk stretches across my lips as my name rips from her lungs. My cock kicks inside of her, flooding her warm pussy with my cum until it leaks out around my knot.
“That’s it, Omega. You were built to take me. My cock, my knot, and my cum. You make such a pretty toy for your alpha to play with.”
Aftershocks shake her body as she comes down from her orgasm. I lower her legs until they’re draped around my hips and flip to my back with her sprawled on my chest. Sleep is already calling both of us, weighing our eyelids. The softest, most precious purr vibrates from her chest to mine, bringing a contentedness to my soul I never imagined I would experience.
As inconvenient as this early heat has been, I am grateful for the chance to experience Bea like this. Fate knows this tentative peace we’ve built will come crashing down around us when it’s over.