Chapter 7
HAROLD
Never have I tasted something so wonderful as Selene’s slick. Juicy and sweet and musky with pure woman. I want to drink right from the source next time.
I wonder if she would let me.
Selene dozes while I lie beside her. Her episode clearly took it out of her.
Once I’m certain she’s asleep, I retreat to the bed in the back room and attend to my own needs.
It doesn’t take much of sliding my hand up and down my cock and thinking about Selene’s taste, about her cries of pleasure, before I erupt.
I’m surprised at how much spend drips down afterward.
It’s thick and white in a way it’s never been before, and I wonder what it means.
I cook a meal, still in a daze myself. There’s an omega in my home, an omega in heat, and I’m the only one who can do anything about it.
Damn. This is what alphas are for. An alpha would be able to provide what she needs. That’s not me.
I’m just… Harry.
After preparing something of a meal, I eat my fill and then peek into the bedroom. Selene rouses when I sit on the bed and offer her a plate of food.
Without restraint, she dives in, eating as much as she can. I’ve never seen her devour something so voraciously. When she’s finished, she sits back and lets out a pleased breath. Then she glances around herself, her brow furrowed.
“This isn’t right.”
I’m not sure what she means as I take the plate away. “What isn’t right?”
“This bed.” She looks almost… angry at it. “The bed isn’t right.”
I still don’t understand.
“What’s wrong about it?”
She pushes the blankets aside, irritated, and piles them up around the edges of the bed.
“More blankets,” she says to me. Realizing this is a request, I get up and open the hall closet, where I keep blankets for the coldest months of the year.
I bring them back, and she snatches them from my hands with surprising confidence before arranging them on the bed much like the other ones—piled up around the edges, with pillows sitting against them.
She levels her gaze on me, and it’s intense. “Do you have more pillows?”
Mystified but obedient, I fetch the one from my bed, then bring some cushions from the chair in front of the hearth. She accepts those, too, and adds them to her dragon’s hoard.
I sense this is part of the heat, too, but I’m not sure how.
When everything is arranged precisely how she wants it, Selene sits back and exhales like this has all worn her out a great deal.
She lies against one side of her nest so the pillows encase her.
That orange blossom scent wafts through the air, but I do my best to ignore it as I gaze down at her sleeping form.
“Mmm, Harry,” she whimpers, reaching out for me. “Come here?”
I swallow. I don’t know how sturdy my control will be curled up with her with that smell all around, but I’ll do my best.
For her.
I climb in, trying not to upset the neatly placed pillows and blankets, and take Selene’s hand. She pulls me in, and for the first time, embraces me. Oh, how I have to will my cock not to react to this. The last thing I want is to frighten her just as she’s let me in.
But before anything untoward can happen, Selene is asleep, wrapped in my arms, using my biceps as a pillow with her black hair fanned out across the bed.
How beautiful she is, my omega.
A contradiction. She is an omega, which means she can never be mine.
No one can find out the truth about Selene. Her father was right about one thing, and it’s that the world can be a dangerous place for a young omega in the middle of her heat. I’m not the only one who will be able to scent her from a long way away. If an unmarried alpha caught wind of her…
I probably wouldn’t be able to fight them off myself, and that is a sobering thought.
Luckily, Selene doesn’t seem inclined to leave home. After the morning I pleasured her, I went to bed, then awoke to more whines and cries from the bedroom in the afternoon.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, all of her blankets now disrupted.
She’s wearing the nightgown we bought the other day, but it’s shucked up around her waist. Her hand is down between her legs, putting everything on display for me to see—with her creamy thighs spread, I can make out her dark curls and glistening cunt.
The nightgown is askance around her breasts, so one nipple is visible through the neckline.
That scent is everywhere, and my nostrils flare as I bring in even more of it.
Already, my cock is throbbing, accompanied by an odd tingle at the base. The scent of an omega’s heat must be triggering a strange reaction in my body.
I have to be careful. It would be easy to get too deep, to lose control while Selene has no control. I’m the one who must keep my senses about me in this situation.
“It’s too much,” Selene moans, her fingers moving quickly over her clit. “I can’t stop it. I can’t.”
I swallow as I climb into the bed with her, then lay a hand on top of hers. She pauses, her wide, kaleidoscope eyes finding mine.
“Let me.”
She nods and pulls her hand away. I know what I need to do this time. I’m going to sate my urge at the same time I sate hers.
I seat myself between her feet, then bend forward. Selene lets out a squeak of alarm as I spread her thighs farther apart.
“What are you going to do?” she asks, a frantic tone in her voice.
“Just relax. It will feel better after I do it. And I will stop the moment you ask.”
She wars with herself for a moment before finally, she agrees.
At first, I rub her clit with just the pads of my fingers, which earns a moan. Leaning closer, I draw my hand away and lick.
“Harry?” Selene asks with a gasp. “What is that?”
Instead of answering, I lick her again, and this time her moan is bigger, fuller. She tastes like a fresh dewdrop, like a dessert I don’t remember wishing for, but now I can’t imagine one better.
“That feels so good,” she whimpers as I lap her over and over. “Oh, heavens, please, don’t stop.”
I wouldn’t dream of it. I lick downward and sweep my tongue through the slick dripping out of her, swallowing it like I would melted chocolate. Now my groin is aching, and the mere taste of her has triggered such a powerful longing, I’m not sure I can contain it.
But I have to, for Selene’s sake. I felt how tiny and tight she was inside—she’s new, still a virgin. Slaking her need with my cock is not an option, not if I want to preserve that for her.
She should get to decide who and how when she’s not in the throes of her heat. I believe I can still get her through this without going that far.
My tongue teases her even more eagerly now, as full as I am with her scent, her taste. My own desire is a roaring beast that I push back and lock in a cage while I devour her. Selene’s hands find my hair and her fingers dig into my scalp with every pass I make over her clit.
“Harry!” Her hips buck into my mouth. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
I smile against her. Good. I knew this was the right choice.
After paying attention to her clit for a long while, enough to get her crying out and shivering, I bring one hand up under my chin and soak my fingers in her slick.
She’s wet, so wet, and my cock is practically screaming for Selene.
But I attempt to clear my mind as I slip one finger between the soft folds of her cunt, pursuing that small entrance.
Then I find it, and with as much gentleness as I can muster, I push in.
Her answering moan is deep and delicious as my fingertip sinks into her.
I go slowly as I explore, then pull back, and her hips snap up.
Again I thrust in, licking all the while, and Selene is whimpering my name over and over.
There is no sound in the world like it. How I’d love to make her moan my name while I was inside her.
Keeping focused on my task, I move my finger faster, urging her closer to her finish. But then Selene cries out, “More! Please, Harry, more!”
I’m not sure what more means, but I’ll do my best. My tongue laves over her faster, and her grip on my head tightens.
“More!” she insists. “Inside me.”
Oh. Now I understand what she wants.
Withdrawing my single finger, I coat all of them in her slick. Continuing my work on her clit with my tongue, I insert one first, and then slowly try to add a second—but it’s tricky with how tiny she is. Still, I push again and again, as gently as I can, urging her to open.
Then she does, just enough, and I squeeze both fingers inside her.
Selene gasps, and I don’t know if it’s surprise or pleasure, but she doesn’t object.
She’s so tight around my hand, I can’t help thinking about how tight she would be around my cock.
I groan at this thought, this imaginary sensation, and push my fingers deeper.
Selene writhes on the bed, calling out my name again, her whole body trembling.
Damn it all, I can’t do this. My own body is aching, desperate for attention, so I use my free hand to unbutton my pants.
At last, my cock is released from its bondage, and I fist it roughly as I continue sucking on Selene’s clit.
Now I’m pumping myself in rhythm with each stroke of my hand inside her, imagining it’s me there as her moans climb in volume.
Her thighs convulse, and Selene clamps down around my fingers.
“Oh, Harry, that’s so wonderful—!” Her scream cuts her off as her entire body goes tense, and then…
She gushes. It drenches my hand, sliding down my wrist to the bed, and I’m almost to my end, too. I let out a guttural grunt as I pump my fist even more feverishly, drinking up all of Selene’s delectable nectar.
When I finally erupt, it feels like a geyser exploding, and everything streams out of me in a rush of pure pleasure. Selene has her hands still fisted in my hair because I haven’t stopped licking her yet, and she’s wriggling and moaning pathetically.
Finally, I relent, drawing away from her swollen cunt so I can gaze upon her face. Selene is staring at me with those brilliant eyes, her mouth hanging open as a tremor sweeps through her.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she says, panting as hard as I am. “My word.”
I grin at the awe in her tone. I’ve pleasured women in my life, mostly as a younger man, but never one so succulent and sweet as Selene.
That thought brings me back down to earth. This is a blip in time, a momentary affair while I help her through her heat this time. In the future, she needs more than I can offer. She needs an alpha’s knot, and I don’t have one.
Once she’s met that alpha—once she’s been truly satisfied and bonded to whoever is lucky enough to have her—I will not be required any longer.
Selene’s brow creases as I hurriedly button myself up.
“Are you all right?” She sits, pushing down her nightgown to cover herself as if we weren’t very intimate a moment ago.
“I’m fine. Do you feel improved?”
Her cheeks still pink, she nods. “A little.”
Right. There’s only so much I can do to keep it at bay. It will probably get worse before it gets better.
Selene extends her arms to me, her expression vulnerable, so I slide up the bed to lie at her side. She wraps her arms around me, burying her face in the hollow of my throat.
“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing me.
I lean down to nuzzle her hair.
“Always,” I say, knowing it’s a lie.