3. Elliott
Elliott
Someone was shaking me.
“Elliott. Elliott, get up.”
I opened my eyes to a blur above me and realized I was lying on the floor. When my eyes adjusted, I saw it was Jet leaning over me, a look of concern on his face.
Man, I was hot. And tingly. Kind of like…Kind of like the feeling I got when I was going into…
“Elliott, get up. I think you’re going into heat. I need to get you home.”
“I shouldn’t be…” Pushing myself to a seated position, I was suddenly hit with Jet’s fragrant scent. It made me want…
Oh no.
“Elliott, let me help you back to your house,” Jet said urgently. He held his hand out to me, and I lifted mine, grasping his arm.
He hauled me to my feet and got me to the door. He was breathing hard. Rut suppressants could only do so much in the face of an omega in full-blown heat, and, judging by the way I was feeling, I was about to hit the mark. I heard voices in the distance, and recognized one as Anson’s.
“I can’t,” I said.
“Yes, you can. I’ll help you.”
“No, there’s no time. Get out.”
“What?”
“Get out. Leave me here. Lock me in,” I said, pushing at him with what little strength I had.
“Elliott, come on, once we get outside in the open air…”
I was hot all over. When I looked up at him, I could tell by the expression on his face what I looked like: eyes dilated, panting, need written all over my face. Rut suppressants muted the scent of my pheromones, but I didn’t know how long they’d work in the face of my heat.
Without thinking, I let my gaze roam over his body. His shirt fit him like a second skin. When he’d struggled to get me to my feet, it had lifted slightly and I’d seen his hard abdominal muscles and the indentation of his navel. So sexy.
“Go, please,” I pleaded raggedly. “Before I...” I heard the voices again, closer this time. “Go! I’ll be all over you! Can you honestly say you’ll be able to restrain yourself? And others are coming!”
My eyes met his, and I saw the moment he realized I was right. He let go of me, and I fell back against the doorframe, his chest heaving with restraint.
“Are you sure you can’t—“
I watched the conflict play out on his face before he stumbled backward and out the door.
His gaze flicked over me, a flame igniting in his eyes.
My core ached with need, and I whimpered.
I needed his hands on me. Needed to give everything to him.
I needed him to take me, make me his…I needed it more than I needed to breathe.
I’d gone through plenty of heats in my life, but never with an alpha anywhere close to me.
It was torture, and I couldn’t be strong anymore.
“I don’t want to throw myself at you,” I said on a sob, even as I took a step toward him.
That seemed to make up Jet’s mind. He shut the door before I could get out and I heard the lock engage.
Closing my eyes, I fell to the floor as a wave of intense desire rolled through me.
If Jet had still been in the room at that moment, I would have stripped off my clothes and presented my ass for his pleasure.
The knowledge sent heat into my cheeks at the same time it brought a deep moan from my lips.
“Elliott,” Jet’s voice came through a crack in the wall. “Elliott, are you okay?”
A whine escaped my lips before I could clamp my hand over them.
Taking a deep breath, I said, “Please don’t leave me.”
“I’ll stay. I promise I will. I’ll stay until it’s over,” Jet said.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned my head against the wall. How was I going to get through another minute, much less hours? I didn’t even have my friends there with me as I usually did when in heat.
A moment later, I heard Jet talking.
“Yes. I’ll stay outside. I can handle it. Now that there’s a wall between us, I’m okay. Yes. All right.”
“Jet?” I called to him through a crack in the wall.
“I’m here, Elliott. I won’t leave.” Jet’s voice came closer. “Are you okay?”
“I g-guess,” I said brokenly. “Are the others in heat? W-we usually have it at the same time.”
“Dr. Turner will check on them.”
Why did his voice sound so sultry? I remembered that he had beautiful lips.
This wasn’t me. This was the heat. This was what omegas had to go through. If Jet were in the room with me, I’d offer myself to him. Beg him to take me. A near stranger. It was disgusting.
The next time Jet spoke, I was writhing on the floor, my core pounding with need. No amount of touching myself helped. Normally during a heat, I had toys I could fill myself with and that helped a little. But I had nothing in the shed and I was all alone.
“Elliott?” Jet’s voice came through the crack again.
My answer was a prolonged groan.
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave you,” Jet said. “You’re not alone, okay? I’m right here.”
Pressing my hand to the wall, I imagined him on the other side of it. I barely knew him, and he was an alpha. But, for some reason, I felt better knowing he was there.
“Thank you.” The words came out garbled, but I hoped he understood.
I heard his phone ring again. A moment later, he said through the crack, “That was Dr. Turner. You’re the only one in heat.”
I didn’t know what to think about that. But I had had rogue heats a couple of times before. Not recently, though.
Minutes dragged by, slowly turning into hours.
My need only built in intensity. Delirious, I imagined Jet in the storage room with me.
In my mind’s eye, I saw him remove his clothes and stand before me.
The beauty of his body made me reach for him.
I imagined what he’d do to me and cried out as I came over and over again in my hand. But it was never enough.
Could Jet hear me? He had to. I had no power to stop my reactions to the heat that blazed inside of me.
Heats lasted a long time, and as they progressed, they got more and more intense.
My friends who were mated told me that an alpha was the only thing that would fill the aching need.
They also said that, after a while being mated to an alpha, their heats became more about pleasure than about suffering.
I fell in and out of consciousness, never moving from the floor, vaguely aware that day came, then turned into night, and then came again.
Through it all, I intermittently heard Jet’s reassuring voice from the other side of the wall.
Occasionally, I heard others: Dr. Turner, Nova, Keane. But Jet was always there, too.
He didn’t leave me.
Eventually, the heat receded enough for me to fall into an exhausted sleep.