Chapter 33 #2
I reach over and feel her face as well, realizing Rory is right.
She is almost boiling to the touch. I take another look at her hand clutching her stomach, and the answer hits me like a freight train.
I don’t think she’s had as much to drink as I originally thought.
Something else is happening here, something that should not be happening in the middle of a crowded house party.
My omega is having a heat spike.
I lean over to Rory and speak quietly. “Rory… I need you to do me a favor.” She looks at me seriously, quirking her eyebrow.
“I’m going to take Opal and go home, but my pack can’t know.
And no—I can’t tell you why, but I need you to tell them that I took her to the bathroom to sober up, okay? I’ll text them later.”
“But—”
“No. Questions.” My words are firm. Despite the worry I can see on her face, she eventually agrees.
“I trust you to take care of her, Kit,” she responds, her gaze peering into me. “I’ll give you time to get out.”
After she agrees, she steps in front of us, blocking us from view so I can sweep an arm beneath Opal’s moaning frame and move her through the crowded room to escape.
When we get out into the cold winter air, she practically groans from the temporary relief. I clutch my phone, ordering a car as Opal sighs. “I’m sorry, Kit.”
“You don’t have any reason to be sorry. This isn’t your fault.”
“I thought I could… take care of it,” she adds, her head hanging low, and I realize that she might have intentionally sought out the playboy to help her with her needs. The thought absolutely kills me as I try to hold her up.
“You never have to seek out someone else. I will always help you.”
“But—” She grunts. “I can’t… I’m not ready. But I don’t feel like I have a choice.”
I shake my head, knowing that she’s starting to let the fever have her as she spills her worries for the first time. “I’m going to take care of you, Opal.”
A whine comes up her throat, and the sound hits me down below, a reaction that’s completely foreign to me. My omega usually responds to alpha growls and purrs, but the whine sends an electric current through me, a new sensation that I am eager to explore.
However, right now isn't about my pleasure. It’s about taking care of my omega.
“Please,” she whispers just as our car comes around the corner.
“Soon, Pebble. I promise.”
When we get home, Opal’s temperature burns like lava.
Her body practically sticks to mine as I give an extra tip to the driver and carry her to the door.
They were surprisingly unaffected by the display they had to witness in the backseat of their car, especially when Opal climbed on top of me and sent me into a frenzy.
Let’s just say I have a new appreciation for dry humping.
The second the door shuts, I hoist her up into my arms and swing her legs around my hips, her back hitting the closed door with a soft thud.
My lips are on hers before I can think better of it, needing her more than I need to breathe.
She meets me fervently, just as enthusiastic about our kiss as I am.
Our hips slide together with ease, and her hands scratch down my shoulders, trying to touch every bit of skin she possibly can.
“Kit—” she whispers against my lips, her center moving over me in just the right way to make me gasp. “Your scent… I want to eat it.”
I let out a low laugh at that, my hands going to her ass to support her as I start to walk through the dark house.
“That’s a relief, because I haven’t smelled yours yet, and I already know I want to inhale it like a drug,” I huff out, making my way to our rooms. “Do you want to go to your room or mine?”
“Yours,” she breathes out before moving herself over me again. She rotates in just the right spot, making my cock twitch against the rough denim of my jeans. When we get to my room, I’m thankful that Jemma isn’t commandeering the bed as I calmly place Opal on it and flick on the lamp.
“It’s so hot,” she says as she starts to strip, and I know then that her omega has fully taken over.
At least, I’m hoping it’s just a spike because I don’t have a knot, and I don’t think I’d be able to break her fever with just orgasms. But until I know for sure, I’m going to do whatever I can to help her.
After her shirt comes off, I help her with her skirt and then lie beside her, trying my best to keep my composure when I see Opal’s body in the dim light. Her bra is a cream color, mismatching with the deep purple silk of her underwear, and it makes me grind my teeth with absolute need.
She lies there, waiting, and I take just one more look before I slide my hand into her panties and feel the slick that’s gathered at her center.
The groan that escapes me is inhuman, and she gasps loudly as my finger slides across her clit, sparking the first second of relief for her.
I continue to massage her, watching as her face morphs into pleasure, sending electricity through her body.
“Fuck,” she whispers as her hips start to move against the friction I’m providing.
My hand pulls back for a moment, and she suddenly grabs the sides of her panties and chucks them off.
When she’s finally bare and fully limitless in her movements, I move from my position and get on top of her, placing my face in front of her core.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her as my fingers find her curls down below once more.
My thumb slides back and forth over her clit, earning me little gasps and moans from her as the steady rhythm sends her body into overdrive.
When I can’t stand it anymore, my other hand moves down as I slide my fingers inside her.
She lets out a heightened whimper, her back arching as she pulses around me.
I’ve never been so hard in my life as I listen to her pleasure, working two fingers in and out of her.
When I curl them, her pussy clenches, and I take that opportunity to lean forward and—finally—suck her clit into my mouth hungrily.
“Fuck, baby.” I let a moan slip as I go back in for another taste, my tongue dancing around the edges of her clit while my fingers pump faster inside of her.
Her smell may be hidden, but she is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.
Her slick pours out around my fingers as I continue to feast on her, and her body pulls taut with every passing second.
Her expletives come quicker now, and her back arches more and more until I can feel her coming apart on my fingers.
I keep my pace, pulling every bit of pleasure I can from her as she squeals with unrestrained bliss.
When she finally relaxes and I pull back, her fists are still clutched in the blankets, her face pinched with pain once again.
“Tell me what you need, Omega,” I instruct her, crawling up her body until we’re face-to-face.
Her fingers find my belt loop. By the look in her eye, she is slightly more present, but still needs something more to alleviate the ache. “I need you,” she whispers. “Please.”
When my clothes are finally off, I pull open the drawer of my end table and grab a condom. As I go to put it on, Opal grabs it from my hand, scowling at it like it deeply offended her. When she tosses it across the room, a chuckle escapes me.
“Did it steal something from you?” I ask.
The look she gives me is feral. “I need to feel you.”
“What about—” I start to ask, but Opal kisses me instead, her tongue dancing with mine. When she pulls away, we’re both panting.
“I have an IUD, and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I want to be with you, completely. With nothing between us.”
Fuck. My cock twitches at her words and a groan slips free.
I didn’t expect her to say that at all. I kiss her once more and move to lie back on top of her, unsnapping her bra and throwing it over my shoulder.
When she looks me in the eyes, I hold her gaze and line up with her entrance, feeling slightly emotional that this moment is finally happening.
When I thrust in, we both inhale sharply at the sensation, and her pussy pulls me in with ease.
My hands move to the back of her thighs to open her up further, changing the position. I must hit the right spot because she practically howls in ecstasy.
“Fuck, Omega,” I grit in her ear as I pump faster, my body sparking in every direction from the glorious feeling of being inside her.
She whines then, her arms going around my shoulders to hold me close while I work over her body with as much fervor as I can.
“You feel like mine,” my omega growls, my gaze eyeing the empty space on her neck.
I lick it instead, barely able to keep my composure as the most powerful feelings start to flow through me.
Her mouth gapes open, beautiful moans filling the space quicker and quicker as I’m able to push her up that hill again.
“That’s it, Omega,” I encourage her, feeling her squeeze around me. I reach down, my fingers finding her wet clit. “Come all over my cock. I want it so bad. Please, please.”
“Yesssss!” she screams, her back arching off the bed, pressing further into my body as I hit a certain place inside that starts to trigger her orgasm.
I stay steady, trying not to sputter my hips out of rhythm as she tightens around me and lets go.
Her cry of relief sends me over the edge, my cock pulsing with the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
It erupts from me and spills into her, making me black out slightly from the otherworldly pleasure.
I hold onto her, tears springing to my eyes at the feeling of this moment.
Her soft sigh underneath me brings me back to the present. When my breathing calms down, I look at her and breathe with relief, seeing she’s no longer writhing impatiently. She’s still and smiling, her chest rising and falling with satisfaction as her skin cools by the second.
“Oh, thank god,” I whisper to myself, grateful that I was able to help her with this spike. My fingers move on autopilot as they push her hair back, giving the air more opportunity to cool her off.
I pull out and a soft sigh leaves her lips, her eyes opening slightly to watch me. “Kit—” she starts, but I lean in to kiss her instead, lingering for only a moment before standing up.
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get something to clean you with, okay?”
Her hand softly wraps around my wrist, like she can’t muster up anymore energy to hold on tighter. “No, please, I—” She shakes her head, trying to tug me to her. Her cheeks flush. “My omega… s-she needs it to stay. For at least a little bit at least.”
My brow furrows slightly, but then her meaning hits me as she squeezes her legs shut.
Even more surprising to me, a growl emits in my throat, my own omega loving the sound of that.
“Okay,” I say, trying to act casual despite the possessive sound I just let slip.
“Do you like being filled with me, my love?”
She flushes the prettiest pink. “Just hold me,” she pleads.
And I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be, so I crawl under the sheets and burrow myself beside her. Her skin finally feels back to normal as I envelop myself around her, holding her firmly against my chest, where she fits like a glove.
“Get some rest, Omega,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers before nodding. It only takes a few minutes before her breathing evens out, and I’m left reeling from the entire experience. She feels so right in my arms, like I don’t have a choice in the way I feel about it.
I’ll be by this omega’s side for as long as she wants me, because I truly believe it’s where I belong.