Chapter 45
FORTY-FIVE
The walls close in around me, the backseat of this car feeling much smaller than usual as deep desire scorches me from the inside out.
I rip my shirt off, and the material of the seat feels itchy against my skin.
My hind-mind has the intrusive thought of rubbing up against it in any way we can, and a deep growl punctures through me without permission.
A few moments of agony go by when I sense someone approaching the vehicle.
I’m not exactly sure how I got here, but my instincts perk up, knowing someone is here that I know.
There’s talking, but it’s all incoherent as I think about nothing but the bursting flavor of lychee candy, the scent so potent that I can almost savor it on my taste buds.
Some of the talking dissipates, and the two masculine presences that were lingering outside before fade away as the car door opens and a figure hops in.
At first, he is familiar, his clothes covered in the watermelon scent of my mate, but then the new sensation makes itself known.
The fruit of the other omega—soft, subtle, and shy—clings to him.
“You smell like her.” I breathe it in, getting every remnant scrap of it that I can. My omega moans as I grip his waist, the harsh bite of my fingers digging into his skin.
“Sam, you’re in rut,” he says, but I don’t know what the words mean.
I keep my nose buried in his neck, inhaling deeper for every bit of their combined scent that I can get.
It’s overwhelming, how it travels through my veins and down below.
There’s nothing else I want more than to be between them, my cock aching with feelings of desire.
But something holds me back, stopping me from pulling him on top of me and losing myself in his flesh.
“Use me, Alpha,” the omega says, his breath husky with need as he undoes his pants. “I can handle it. I promise. Let me have it.”
The thing keeping me frozen immediately disperses as I help him tug his jeans off and pull him on top of me.
The rush to my brain skyrockets as his lips meet mine, our tongues immediately finding each other in a heated dance.
My body reacts on its own, using the position to rock up against him.
We slide together perfectly, his cock hitting all the best spots as I groan deeply in my throat.
The omega in my lap takes over, using all his strength to help me tug down the stupid khakis holding my dick hostage.
Once it springs up and aligns with his, he places his hand around us and strokes.
My head falls back, the pleasure overtaking me as his hand moves up and down.
He bites my ear and then whispers, “Take me, Alpha. I’m ready for you. ”
I wonder what he means until I reach my hand around and feel the slick pouring from him.
A feral noise escapes me as he sits up on his knees and lines me up with him.
We move at the same time, coming together quickly, and I lose it.
I’ve never felt my beast so strongly as I hold him tightly and unleash, my thrusts moving wildly, and he whimpers into the small space around us.
Everything about him lights me up, the pain in my balls almost too much to bear.
I let out a curse as I hit something that causes him to pulse around me.
Pants fall from his lips with every stroke of my cock, the slick pooling between us with a hearty watermelon aroma.
I can’t breathe and black spots fill my vision.
My hands squeeze him tighter, my hips stuttering until a flourishing pleasure crashes right through me.
I look down and place my hand around his straining cock and stroke, thick streams of cum immediately shoot out onto his stomach.
He mewls at the pressure, biting my chest as we both roll through the motions of our climax.
When my head clears, I can feel Kit panting against my chest. His hand holds us where we’re connected, preventing my knot from entering him as what just happened crashes over me.
“Oh my god,” I mutter, realizing there’s stuff to take care of. “I went into rut.” I look out of the car window in mortification. “And in public?”
Kit laughs, finding humor in my misfortune. “Hey, I got something really great out of that, so I’m not complaining.”
I look at him. “Are you hurt? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
He waves me off. “No, Sam. I’m completely okay. More than okay, actually.”
“But,” I stammer, still feeling feverish. “I could have lost control.”
“No. You would never lose control like that, because it’s not in your nature,” he tells me. “Don’t beat yourself up. We needed to clear your rut, and having sex was the only way to do that. I know you want to figure out how to help Opal.”
My head starts to pound. “Oh, fuck. Opal. She’s my scent match.”
“She’s my scent match, too.” Kit smiles, soft and gentle and happy.
I can’t help the tears that come to my eyes. “You tried to tell me.”
“I did,” he agrees with a taunting smirk, like the little shit he is. “But I didn’t know that was what she was hiding under her scent. I just thought she was struggling with—”
He cuts himself off abruptly and something feels rotten in my gut.
“With what?”
He flattens his lips, stubbornly silencing himself.
“Struggling with what, Kit?” I repeat.
My omega grunts with frustration. “It’s not my secret to tell! And to be honest, she didn’t even tell me. I just figured it out.”
Figured it out? What could there possibly be that Kit felt the need to investigate what was going on with her? I mean, she sleeps a lot and she’s a bit frantic, but nothing really sets off any alarm bells.
My thoughts stop as something tugs at my brain. After everything that’s happened with my internship these past few weeks, one of our conversations got put to the back burner, but the presence of it feels heavy as the pieces slide together.
“Hyper-Hormonal Omega Syndrome,” I say in realization. “You told me you were just curious, but I could tell how serious you were at the time.” Kit looks guilty and my alpha whimpers in my chest. “She has it, doesn’t she?”
He gives a meek nod and suddenly, I feel sick. Everything he had told me about that awful disorder comes back to me now. The premature heats, the symptoms, the fatigue. I can’t believe I didn’t fucking notice.
“You can’t beat yourself up over this, Sam,” Kit snaps at me. “She wanted to keep it to herself, and for good reason. She doesn’t want anyone to look at her differently.”
“I would never—”
“You can’t save her from this,” he states pointedly. “She will have this for the rest of her life, and you need to accept it. Right here. Right now.”
The firm way he speaks to me makes my alpha purr in my chest. Kit’s eyes widen in surprise, but then soften as he places his palm against me to feel the calming effect.
“She’s ours, Kit,” I repeat, although it still feels wild to say. “The way you look out for her, the way you take care of her, makes my alpha just as happy as if he were doing it himself.”
His omega responds with a happy whine. “Now, we can take care of her together.”
“Where is she?” I ask. “What happened? I’m still a bit fuzzy.”
Kit winces. “Opal didn’t realize you were fighting a rut… She thinks you’re angry with her for lying for so long.”
My body runs cold. “What?” I can’t think of anything worse than her thinking I had rejected her.
My alpha and I would never in a million years push away a scent match, especially not Opal.
I fell for her so swiftly that I should have known it was instinctual from the very first notion of attraction.
“She’s obviously scared, Alpha. Now that you’re clearheaded, we can go find her and explain.”
My lungs pull in deep breaths as I try to wrap my head around his words. When I feel a bit calmer, I take his face between my hands. “Let’s make this right. Let’s go get our girl.”