I’m hot. So hot. It’s coming from my core and radiating out. I can’t get a grasp of where I need the relief most. It’s everywhere.
I frantically kick my boots off, then tear at my clothes, seams ripping as I yank my shirt off over my head. Then, realizing that the shirt was gifted from Knox, I scramble to hold it close.
I shudder with relief as the cool evening air chills my sweat-soaked body. The intense heat has caused pink blotches to bloom over my skin, creating a patchwork.
I groan with frustration and sit on the edge of the cot. The fire between my legs has become a burning ache so intense, I can’t bear it any longer.
“Please. Blaze, please!” I yell. I need him so badly it’s going to drive me mad! I reach down to rub the space between my legs, and it only serves to make the pressure grow, not soothe it.
The tent flap flings open and I’m hit by a potent blast of Blaze’s scent. Wildfire and charcoal. It sets my already raging arousal alight. His presence fans the flames to intense heights.
He’s carrying water bottles and towels. He throws them on the floor with a loud thud and immediately turns back around, as if the sight of me has scalded his eyes.
“Alpha! Touch me. Please,”I gasp, the shimmering tinge of an Omega Command slipping from my lips without my permission.
He whips around to look at me, his eyes blazing, and the sound that rips through him is like that of a feral animal.
I slide my hand through my sopping folds, collecting slick, and hold my fingers out for him.
His nostrils flare and he takes a heavy step towards me.
“Alpha Blaze! Leave. Now.”
Prime Alpha Knox stands at the entrance of the tent, his red eyes spitting fire. It’s a strong Alpha Command that negates my weak, misguided attempt.
Blaze’s hand clenches and unclenches before he shakes his head as if to clear fog and turns towards the door, bumping his shoulder into Knox’s as he does.
The other man doesn’t move, just stares straight at me with those fire-filled eyes.
At any other time, I would’ve felt chastised. Embarrassed at my compromised appearance. My bra is still on, but my nipples are straining against the fabric. It’s only a matter of time before I take it off.
I maintain his intense eye contact and slip my hand back down between my thighs, and I plunge two fingers into my channel, pumping furiously to get some kind of relief.
“Alpha… Prime Alpha,” I whine.
He swallows and scrubs a hand over his face.
“We have a contingency plan for this, Omega Sparks.”
His body yearns for me. I can see his thick cock twitching in his trousers. I let out another low whimper, my eyes focused on his pulsing rod of flesh.
I’m burning. So hot. It’s all-encompassing.
My pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I try to use my thumb to press into my clit, but it does nothing to calm my desperate need.
Knox’s eyes darken and he lets out a low grunt. He slowly approaches me, and I watch every movement with hunger. Finally, he kneels beside my bed and produces a syringe hidden behind his back.
I flinch away, pulling my hand from my pants and scuttling backwards, instinct telling me not to let whatever foreign substance is in that vial enter my bloodstream.
“Hold still, Omega Sparks. This is an emergency heat suppressant; it’ll stop your heat from progressing and hopefully weaken any Omega Command you make.”
Knox’s hand wraps around my forearm and pulls it towards him. I’m reminded once again of just how physically smaller I am than him. He holds me still even while I tug to get away. The needle pierces my skin and I don’t even feel it. My arm is sparking with electricity where he’s touching me.
It’s over in a flash. The suppressant races through my veins, fighting against my raging hormones.
Knox releases my arm and steps backwards, warily watching me as if I might pounce.
“It’ll take awhile for the suppressant to take effect. Until then, you’re going to have to ride this out on your own.”
