Chapter Twenty-Five
Millie
Tyrone and Cannon were out of town for the afternoon, picking up the new sink and other bathroom materials for the nest addition when it came over me.
At first, I just thought the warm day was making me thirsty and feel overheated, but after a couple of hours, I knew something else was wrong.
I went into the kitchen and sat at the counter sipping a bottle of cold water. It didn’t help much.
“Omega, would you like some lunch?” Felix came in and opened the refrigerator. “I thought we could have leftover roast beef sandwiches. There’s some Swiss cheese in here and tomatoes…”
“No thanks. Not hungry. I think I have the flu, Felix.”
“Oh no. What are the symptoms?”
I’m hot and itchy and thirsty. Everything aches. My head, my arms, my legs. Even my hair. I am sure I have a fever.”
“Well that’s not good.” He turned around from the refrigerator and began to say something else, but then his nostrils flared. “Oh.”
“Yeah, I generally feel like hell. I think I’ll just go back to bed until it gets better. Maybe have some soup later.” I moved to stand, and he was right in front of me. “Felix?”
“You don’t have the flu.” He nuzzled my neck and growled. “Not the flu at all. Have you ever known a shifter with the flu?”
“I suppose not, but at school it went around a lot.”
“Around the humans.”
I took a step back. “I need to breathe.” And get naked because everywhere fabric touched, my skin stung.
“Omega, I’m assuming this is your first heat?”
“Don’t even joke about that.” I grabbed for my water. “This can’t be what a heat feels like. If it was, nobody would have one.”
“Nobody chooses to have one, but I can smell well enough to know that this is indeed your heat and if you don’t want me to do something to help you with it, you need to go into your room and close the door. I won’t be able to scent you from there. At least not much.”
“You can help make this go away?”
“That’s how it’s supposed to work.” His hands flexed at his sides, but he didn’t reach for me. “Please, Millie, either go to your room or let me make love to you because I’m suffering here.”
“So am I.” I rubbed my eyes. “Worse than anything I’ve ever felt. And if I let you umm…if we do that, I’ll feel better?”
“It should help, but it’s my first experience with an omega in heat, too. Also, I have been wanting you for so long, but I don’t want you to just say yes if you don’t want me in bed with you.”
“Don’t say that, Felix. I do want you in bed with me. And not just because of whatever this is. Maybe we shouldn’t because if we do, you’re going to feel used.”
“Omega…that is not going to happen. Use me. Please. Any way you like.”
He smelled good, too. I closed the distance between us and sniffed his neck. “Have you always smelled like this?”
“Like what?”
“Clean mountain air and wood smoke.”
“It’s not an aftershave I use or anything.”
I reached between us and opened his shirt, wanting more of his scent, more of his warm skin under my lips, more of everything. “Oh, Felix.” Dropping to my knees, I closed my fist around his cock and pointed it toward my mouth. “Mmm.”
I had him deep in my throat when he pulled me off and lifted me up, setting me on the edge of the counter. “What are you doing?”
“This.” He lifted my legs over his shoulders and fitted the head of his cock to my entrance. “And this.”
“Oh, both of those things are very good.” Every inch of him moving into me eased the aches a little, but the fever was still climbing.
And it continued up while he pounded into me, my bottom slapping against the counter.
I climbed with the fever, orgasm chasing it into the depths of my body and dropping me into an unending circle of pleasure and heat.
Felix rocked his hips, filling me over and over again until he came with a roar and then, to my surprise, kept going.
Must have been a heat thing. Gave him the ability to continue.
He pulled out and flipped me over then drove inside again.
When the others came home, they found us still knotted together, somehow having managed to mark one another at some point I vaguely remembered.
And then we all went into my room where they took turns making love to me until the heat was also faded in my mind, lost in hours of intense pleasure that left us all wrung out and lying side by side panting.
“I’m too tired to ever move again,” I moaned, a sentiment echoed by the others. But apparently, heat came in waves, and it was a couple of exhausting days before it completely disappeared.
And then they were all holding me, and I was whole for the first time in my life. Mated, marked, and fully alive.
We all slept the clock around after that, waking hungry, thirsty, and refreshed.
“Want to go again?” Felix asked, and we all pounded him with pillows. Then we went again. This time without the frenzy of mating. Slower, more loving, and complete bliss.