Chapter 6 #2
“I don’t feel good.” I bury deeper into his hold. “My stomach hurts,” I moan again, but this time not in pleasure as a cramp rips through my abdomen.
“Can you sit up for me?” he asks. “I need to help you get your clothes on.”
My eyelids feel heavy, like it takes all the effort inside of me to open them as he places me on the rock.
I manage to sit up, my head a foggy haze as I blink. “I think I was drugged.” I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head as panic starts to seep in. “Emmett,” I whimper. “I don’t like this feeling.”
“You’re going to be okay,” he assures me, his tone soft and soothing. “Lexi, baby, can I help you get dressed?”
Baby. He called me baby. Something about that has pleasure racing down my spine and makes my clit pulse. “Y-yes,” I moan, knowing I don't have the strength to put my clothes back on, and also wanting his hands on me again.
“That’s it,” he says as he helps me put my shirt on, then bends down and helps put my shorts over my feet. “Can you stand for me? Lean on me if you need to.”
“Okay,” I whisper, body full-on shaking now. I’m so confused, my body doesn't feel like it’s my own. Do I have the flu? Is this fever so bad that it’s making me loopy?
I lean on him as he pulls my shorts up and gets them in place.
He helps me sit back down, and I whimper again, my stomach cramping. “I think I’m dying.”
“You’re not dying, baby,” Emmett promises. “You’re going to be okay.”
He helps me put my shoes on, then quickly puts his clothes back on before coming over to me.
“Emmett.” Tears spill down my cheeks as the heat inside me starts to grow. “I’m scared. What's going on?”
He cups my face. “Shhh. It’s okay. Don’t be scared.”
He’s telling me not to be scared, yet the fear in his eyes makes me ten times more scared than I was before.
“What’s going on?” I ask again.
His eyes flick between mine, hesitation shining back. He licks his lips. “I don’t want you to freak out, okay? I need you to know you’re safe. That I won’t let anything happen to you, and we’re going to get through this.”
“Oh god.” A sob bubbles up. “I am dying, aren't I?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “No, baby, I think... no, I’m almost positive your... Uhh.”
“Just say it, Emmett.” The suspense is killing me.
“Lexi, baby, you're in heat.”
Immediately, my heart starts to pound uncontrollably in my chest, my lungs unable to get the air they need as I start to hyperventilate.
“Shh. Lexi, breathe. Baby, breathe. It’s going to be okay.”
“No,” I croak. “No, it’s not. I can’t do this, Emmett. I’m so scared.”
“You can do this.” His thumbs brush against my cheekbones. “Because you are so fucking brave and strong. The strongest woman I know. You're a badass. You got this.”
“No, I don’t.” I shake my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t like this feeling, Emmett. Make it go away.”
“I can’t, baby. I–” He licks his lips.
“I don’t want to do this alone,” I sob harder, shaking my head frantically, eyes squeezed shut. “I can't do this. I can’t do this.”
I’m in a full-blown panic attack, with ringing in my ears that has my head spinning.
“No one is going to hurt you,” he urges. “I’d kill anyone who even tried to get near you,” he growls. “I’ll be here the whole time watching over you. I’ll get you anything you need, okay?”
“I need you.” I look at him desperately. “I need you, Emmett. I need you.”
“You have me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Okay. Okay.”
“Shhh.” He pulls me into his arms, wrapping me in a tight hug. The pressure and secureness of his hold on me has my body melting into his.
My blood boils with need, body igniting. Slick spills free as I rub my cheek against Emmett’s chest. “Need you.”
He picks me up bridal style and starts to carry me away.
The overwhelming feelings consume me, and I find myself drifting off to sleep.
The next time I open my eyes, we’re back at the cabin in Emmett’s nest.
“Need you,” I moan, reaching for Emmett as he takes off my shoes.
His eyes snap over to mine. He looks scared. My heart sinks.
“What’s wrong?” Is he crying?
“Nothing, baby,” he smiles, wiping at his face. “I’m fine.”
“Come here.” I reach for him again. He comes over to me, and I touch his face. “Don’t cry. It makes me sad when you're sad.”
“I’m not sad. I’m a little scared.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like seeing you in pain.
And I wish more than anything I could take it away from you.
” He blinks, licking his lips. “I can help.” He gets up and goes over to his closet.
“I have a stash of new toys. You can have them. Anything you need.” He brings a box over to the nest and starts to show me.
“Dildos, vibrators, and if there’s something I don’t have, I can go into town to get it. ”
“No,” I whine, my body growing hotter. I claw at my clothes, needing to get them off, needing to be naked. “No toys. I need you.”
“W-what?”
“Touch me, Emmett.” I get my shirt off and throw it to the side. “Please.” I roam my hands down my body, eyes rolling back when my fingers brush over my nipples.
“L-lexi. I–I can’t.”
My lower lip wobbles as tears fill my vision. “You don’t want me?”
“Oh, baby,” he rushes out. “Of course, I want you. I want you so damn bad it kills me.”
“Then why wouldn't you take me?” I sob.
“Because you’re not in the right headspace.” He brushes some sweaty hair away from my forehead. “I won’t take advantage of you.”
“I said you could,” I whine.
“I know you did, baby. But I wouldn’t be able to live with it if you regretted me touching you when you’re more lucid.” He sounds torn, his words filled with pain. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Rolling over to bury my face into the pillow, I sob deep and hard. I feel so alone. I just want someone to touch me, to make me feel better.
He hates me. No one wants me. I’m nothing. Just a useless broken Omega.