“Why are you giving me a cucumber?” he asks.
“Use your imagination,” I growl.
He makes a noise that is part mortification, part hungry need. It seeps into my soul. My body starts to pull the car over so I can climb into the back and give him what he really needs. Years of training to have tight control of myself so my magic doesn’t go haywire, is the only thing that stops me.
I concentrate on the road and try to pretend I can’t hear him getting into position. Can’t hear his soft cry as he slides it in. Fuck. My boxers are soaked in pre-cum. My cock feels like it’s going to fall off. Hastily, I free it and start tugging on it. Hopefully spilling will clear my mind a little.
Having something inside him, should make him feel better too. It’s what his heat needs. If there is any chance of breaking his heat, he needs to be filled. Jacking off, even a thousand times, will do nothing.
The sound of him reaching his peak throws me into my own orgasm. It’s a miracle I keep the car on the road. It’s a damn good thing it’s late at night and there is no one else around. I must have swerved all over the place.
Cautiously I scent. Heat is still rolling off of him. It didn’t work. In my hand, my cock rapidly starts filling again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It’s getting worse, not better. There are hours to go before we reach my pack. I’d been making my way home after helping another pack with their wards, when I had decided to stop for a night in a hotel and get laid. Never expecting that it would nearly cost me my life.
“Do it again,” I order through gritted teeth.
His little whine as he obeys, nearly undoes me. My gaze goes to the mirror despite how much I’m trying to fight it. I can’t see much from this angle but I see his arm moving as he slides the cucumber in and out of his hole. His arm shakes weakly. His eyes are closed, a thin sheet of sweat over his face.
“Please, please,” he sobs.
He needs help. It’s clear he can’t do it himself. His heat is making him too pliant, his muscles too lax. He needs me.
“Climb over into the front seat,” I say even though I’m not sure he can manage it.
With surprising grace he does. The way he moves is far too enticing. I wanted him even before his heat addled my senses. My lust wants me to forget what he is. A cold killer. A ruthless murderer. I should leave him to suffer in his heat. Except I’m suffering too.
He is in the front seat now. His trousers around his knees. I tip the seat back as far as it will go until he is almost lying flat.
He wriggles, his hips rising up as if the air can help him. He has left the cucumber on the back seat. I can’t reach it. Nevermind, I have a better plan.
“I’m going to use my fingers. That way I can find your prostate and give you more relief. Is that okay?” I don’t know why I’m asking. He is not capable of giving true consent right now. His body driven by primal urges that override all rational thought.
He nods but the noise that escapes his throat is pure conflicted fear. He wants my help but he is scared of me. The sound breaks my heart. Then I remember how evil he is. The countless innocent lives he has taken.
My fingers unerringly find his slick drenched hole and sink in. He gasps and I groan. My other hand grips the steering wheel tightly. I should pull over but the more I drive, the sooner I will get home. A cock and knot might be the only things that can break his heat and I’m not giving him mine. I can’t fuck the person who tried to kill me.
His hole clenches around my two fingers. He cries out, the sound all sultry and hungry. He is tight and hot and slick. It feels incredible. I work him with my fingers to the best of my ability, finding his swollen sweet spot in no time at all. I stroke it gently. His back arches as he screams his orgasm. He tightens around me and I groan but I don’t stop. Maybe some back-to-back orgasms will break his heat. Relentlessly I slide my fingers in and out of him, caressing his spot all the while. He comes again, splashing his seed all over his stomach. I keep going. He dissolves into a bucking, writhing, sobbing mess. If my other hand was free, I’d hold him down. As it is, it’s a challenge not to get dislodged.
My cock is in agony. With one hand on the wheel and the other in him, I don’t have any free hands to do anything to help myself. It’s going to suffer permanent damage if I don’t do something soon.
“Please, please make it stop!” he wails. “I… I… need, need your cock.”
“You tried to kill me a few hours ago, you don’t know what you want.”
He all but howls as I bring him to another messy orgasm. It does nothing to ease either of us. His heat still burns. My arousal still consumes me.
“I need you! Please, please, please!” His words trail off into whimpers.
The road is dark and empty, with a wide grass verge. Swearing vehemently, I pull over.
Chapter three
“Please,please,please!”
The omega is babbling now. I’m not sure he even knows what he is saying, but the desperation in his voice is calling directly to my alpha instincts. My wolf side is demanding to help him, to ease his suffering.
As soon as the car stops, I jump out and run around to the passenger side and haul him out. He feels feverishly hot under my touch. His heat is consuming him. He will burn up completely if I don’t get him out of it.
He doesn’t resist at all as I bend him over the hood of the car. His trousers are already around his knees and the sight of his naked pert ass increases my arousal even more. Groaning deeply, I spread his legs further apart before realizing it’s not going to work. He is a tiny, little thing. Well compared to me at least. But whether it’s that he is small or I am large, the size difference between us makes things difficult.
