18. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
Lennon
Iam so hot. My body is slick. Both a mixture of actual need and sweat.
Sasha holds me like I am breakable. Like I am a fuse that’s about to detonate at any moment, which is a fair assumption.
An Omega in heat is a ticking time bomb.
I only have maybe an hour before everything goes hazy, and I am no longer able to think or consent.
It’s too late to get myself to a heat clinic.
I would’ve had to book in weeks ago in order to get a spot with a half decent pack.
I refuse to risk myself by going to a clinic that would have availability now.
I’ve heard enough about them to know that they’re dodgy.
But Sasha…
It may be the heat talking, let’s be honest, it's the fucking heat talking, but he is here. An Alpha that can see through this. That can help ease the pain that’s beginning to cramp my stomach.
I open my eyes to find his concerned blues already looking at me.
I have never seen him look so worried. He is panicking.
“Call Dom and Holden.”
“What? I—” he stutters, but I shake my head, gripping him tighter.
“Get your pack here, Sasha. I need the three of you to look after me, okay? To get me through this heat.”
I blanch as I realize the very real problem I face. My job. The team. The fucking Stanley Cup game that we are playing next week.
“A—are you sure?” he stutters again.
I could easily say no. I know I should say no.
Having Sasha here for my heat runs the risk of giving him the wrong idea.
But I’d be a fool not to notice that something about him is different.
Facing his trauma has done a lot for a man that had once been filled with an all consuming rage.
I can see how much he wants to be better.
To do better. I would be cruel if I didn’t give him the chance to prove that to me.
There is no getting rid of him. Not really.
That is not how fate likes to work. I could move across the country, and somehow, he’d still cross my path.
I hated fate for that exact reason. But right now…
“Do it,” I say forcefully. I try to stand, but a ripple of pain has me collapsing to the ground.
Stupid fucking heat suppersant pills. The company is going to get a strongly worded email from me.
I might just call the media. Claim to be someone else and put them out of business, because their product is obviously bullshit.
Sasha grabs hold of me, lifting me into his arms. I nuzzle my nose into his throat, where his scent is the strongest, pulling in breath after breath of his burnt sugar and whiskey scent.
It’s fucking delicious, quickly calming the anxiety threatening to rattle me.
“Here,” he says, handing me my phone. “Message Veronica. She will be able to get in contact with everyone to let them know that you will be…indisposed.”
I nod, fumbling with my phone to send off a text to my best friend, giving her the short version of what I need her to do for me.
Veronica
I got you babe. Have fun!
Veronica
Bronte said she will kill you if you let those fuckers mark you.
I snort as a message comes through from Bronte.
Bronte
Fuck off. That was you, bitch.
Bronte
But I do agree. Those ass wipes still have a lot of groveling to do before they get my approval.
Me
Yes ma’am.
Sasha walks into the bathroom, placing me down on the vanity as he focuses on running me a cool shower. He is gentle as he removes my damp clothes, not daring to touch my skin anymore than he has to.
It actually pisses me off more than anything.
I need his touch. I need him to hold me.
It's the only thing that will make me feel better.
Picking me up again, Sasha walks us both into the shower, holding me under the cool water in an attempt to bring down my temperature.
It is sweet, but I know there is one thing that I would prefer more than the cool water.
I lift his shirt up, struggling for a few moments as the wet cotton sticks to his body. I growl when it doesn’t budge, making Sasha chuckle, a look of amusement written across his face.
God, he’s fucking hot.
Insanely so.
I hate him for it.
Placing me down, he lifts the shirt over his head, revealing his hard, chiseled chest.
Yes. That’s what I wanted. I jump back into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He chuckles, grabbing hold of my ass to keep me in place.
The warmth of his skin against my already heated flesh is like a balm to my soul.
Easing a slice of the pain so it no longer torments me.
I snuggle into him, nuzzling his chest, seeking the comfort he offers me.
I try not to overthink it. I don’t really know if I have the capability to think about that right now.
My head is a fuzzy mess. Each second draws me closer and closer to being thrown into the throws of heat, and I’m not sure how familiar he is with them, but it’s a whole ass fucking event.
“Hey, how is she doing?”
I whimper at the sound of the other Alphas voice. Dominic’s hand touches my back, gliding down my spine in a gentle caress.
“Fuck, she is so hot,” he mutters, bringing the same hand up to check my forehead. I turn my head, leaning into his wrist, breathing in the scent that is stronger there.
“Alpha,” I whimper, blinking my eyes open to find his only inches from mine.
“How are you feeling, baby?” he questions, looking me over. I hear the sound Sasha mutters under his breath, probably because his Alpha and I are familiar now. He can get over it.
“Hot. Horny,” I whine. Both Dom and Sasha chuckle at that part. Of course they find this amusing, meanwhile my stomach feels like it’s in a vice. Dom nods his head in understanding.
“Sasha will wash you off. Holden will do your hair, and I will get your nest ready if you’re okay with that?”
I agree, looking down at his hands, staring at the water bottle between us. He holds it out, the lid already cracked.
“Drink this up for me. I want you hydrated and sustained before anything happens.”
I squint my eyes at him. “Talk dirty to me, Dommy, baby,” I deadpan, and the growl that escapes Sasha is actually exciting.
I don’t know whether he wants to rip Dominic’s throat out, or fuck it.
I vote for the latter. Dominic winks at me, the promise of so much more swirling in his eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Sasha doesn’t dress me after toweling my body down.
I don’t think I could stand the feel of anything on my body right now.
I am irritable. I can’t stop snapping at Dom and Sasha, who are doing everything they can to help get me comfortable.
It doesn’t seem to bother them at all. They take each pissed off comment from me on the chin, continuing to help me.
Holden braids my hair back from my face. Preparing me for the days to come.
No one has ever taken such good care of me before.
I sit on the edge of my nest, gazing up at the two Alphas and our Beta.
Sasha’s chest is still bare. His jeans hanging low on his waist. The perfect defined V doing things to me I refuse to admit out loud.
Something is telling me I’m doing a shit job of hiding my reaction, because he raises a thick brow, squaring me with a knowing look.
My cheeks heat, though it’s hard to tell if it’s from the embarrassment of being caught ogling the Alpha I’m supposed to have on the shit list, or the waves of what’s happening to me that I have no choice but to ride out.
Dom and Holden stand beside him almost expectantly.
Waiting for something. Waiting for me to make my next move.
I squint my eyes, my lip curling. “What the fuck are you waiting for? Do I need to say it?”
Sasha’s eyes dilate, not having expected me to be so zealous. That’s what happens when you fuck over an Omega and she comes out on the otherside stronger.
The corner of Holden’s lip lifts as he drops down onto the edge of the bed, crawling until he’s kneeling over the top of me.
“Such an impatient Omega.” He chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss in between my breasts. I groan as the feel of his lips sends tingles through me, only heightening my need for him.
“Please, Beta,” I beg, wiggling in place. He snickers, looking up at me from where his lips are settled over my navel.
“I love it when you beg for it. But…I don’t think it’s enough.”
I whine, my back bowing off the nest, my need for them overpowering anything else I might have felt at this moment.
My eyes flick to the two men standing behind him, the grouchy Alpha looking at me like I hung the world.
Or at least, he used to be grouchy. He looks far too placid right now.
Beaten down. So unlike the Alpha I need right now.
I decide I don’t like it. That I actually like that grumpy side of him.
It is far too much fun. Especially for the Omega that is losing grip of her sanity.
“Alpha, please. I need you,” I beg, and it works. He falls to his knees, pushing the Beta off the nest.
Holden curses the Alpha but neither of us gives him any attention. We are too focused on each other. Too lost to the need and want of the heat.
“Take me, Alpha,” I whisper, moments before I fall over the edge, and landing straight into darkness.