“Sort of,” said a raspy voice.
Startled, I snapped my eyes open and sat back. “You’re lucid.”
“Yeah, but what—” The omega frowned, pulling at the restraints around his wrists. The chain rattled, and panic filled his gaze.
“I’ll unstrap you, but you have to promise not to flail. You could hurt yourself.”
His eyes bounced around the room. “I thought it was a fever dream, but it’s all true. I’m in heat, and you’re fucking me, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“I remember it all through a fog like I didn’t have power over my body.” He pursed his lips, pulling on his cuffs. “I still don’t.”
I hurried to unstrap his hands and his ankle.
Understandably, he didn’t sit up but glared at me as he massaged his wrists.
“I’m Eldin. What’s your name?”
He eyed the ceiling, taking his time. “It doesn’t matter what it is, I don’t want to use it anymore. But you can call me Oleander.”
I nodded, relieved that he was better. “Beautiful but deadly.”
He smirked. “I aim high.” Oleander looked down at himself and grimaced, his fingers touching the cum on his abdomen and reaching to his hole. He traced the rim with a finger, then brought it to his lips and sighed.
“You didn’t breed me?”
“No. Becau—”
“Shit. I thought I was out through the entire heat, you fucked me, and now it was over.” He wiped his hand on the duvet.
Would he ever stopinterrupting me?
“I’m sorry. Your womb is not open yet. Because you haven’t been serviced in time, your waves are off. Instead of being spaced every few hours, they’re coming in under an hour. Nearly one after another. That was the case with the last one at least.”
He thumped his head back into the mattress, put a pillow over his face, screamed into it, then tossed it at me.
I caught it and set it aside.
Part Three
“Ican feel another wave coming.” He rubbed his belly and curled his legs together. “My body feels different than during my previous heat.”
“You were in a terrible condition when they brought you here and—”
“No, actually I feel better.” He propped himself on his elbows. “Did I come?” He glanced at the wet spot on his stomach then back at me.
“Of course.”
He barked out a laugh. “‘Of course,’ he says.” He wiped the tear from his eye, and I wanted to lick it. Maybe it wasn’t a happy tear, but not a sad one for a change. “It’s not a given, you know?” Oleander shook his head. “Anyway, who do I have to fuck in here to take a decent shower?” He rolled off the bed and stumbled on wobbly legs.
“Easy.” I caught him by the elbow to steady him. “Let’s go to the tub.” I put my hand around his waist. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” he said right before his knees buckled.
In a knee-jerk move, I scooped him into my arms. He was heavier than he looked, and I welcomed the weight. “Hold on.”
I carried him as his head lolled to my shoulder, and his hands wrapped around my neck, holding weakly. The empty tub was cold, but he didn’t complain when I lowered him into it, plugged it, and checked the water. Despite the cloth bath I’d given him, his legs were still dirty in places, reminding me of the condition he’d been in when I met him and how long he must have been suffering. Which brought another question.
