“If you stop responding, I can check on you easier if I’m here. Get you in the shower. Anything you need. We can’t let Christmas be cancelled this year. We can’t.”
Had it ever been cancelled? I hadn’t heard of such a thing. Christmas would always be here. Wouldn’t it? Santa would never allow it to be cancelled.
Keir looked a little lost outside in the hallway. “It’s up to you.”
“Me? No.”
“Yes. You have an understanding of this storm no one else possesses. Including me.”
I opened the door wider. More slick dripped down my legs. He had to smell it. His face remained serious but concerned.
“I’m sorry this is happening right now. I didn’t expect it. I’m off-schedule.” I was blabbering now, trying to explain things to this alpha—this alpha my body and mind was craving—things he didn’t need to know. “It might last two or three days. I don’t know. I can focus. I can try to focus. I’ll help. I promise. But you have to leave.”
“You shouldn’t be alone. I already told you I can stay out here in your living room. Just to make sure you’re all right. Hydrated at the very least. And fed.”
He wanted to take care of me. That was a bad sign. Nice of him, for sure, but proof he was already falling into the alpha/omega hormonal and energetic mode that happened when an omega went into heat. The alpha yearned to care for all the omega’s needs.Allof them.
Gods help me, I yearned for that, too.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Fallon. It’s the only way. Let me in.”
I stood back, giving him space. He moved past me, bustling a little, setting his bag on my kitchen counter. I shut the door and turned to see him removing his laptop tote from his shoulder.
He faced me, his gaze not quite meeting mine. “All right. Are you hungry? Do you need more coffee?”
My fingers curled, the nails digging into my palms. I was so drawn to him I almost ran and threw my arms around him. Instead, I said, “I haven’t eaten since last night.”
“All right. I know it’s afternoon. But how about a nice breakfast. It’s easy and fast.”
My mouth salivated at the thought of it. “Pancakes?”
“Do you have the mix?”
I nodded. “And eggs and bacon.”
“Coming right up.” He practically ran around the counter, switching on my kitchen light.
“I need to go clean up.” I exhaled sharply.
“Go. Do whatever you need. This will be ready in a minute. I’ll leave a tray for you.”
“Um. Okay.” I practically ran to my bathroom, slamming the door. I turned the shower to cold and let my robe drop.
It was awful. Painful. Standing in the cold spray and trying not to scream when a beautiful, healthy alpha was only yards away. One wall separated us. Only one.
I bent over in the shower to let the coldness hit my ass. Maybe it would slow the slick. Instead, the beat of the water felt good. Not the iciness, but the pounding of it, the rhythm.
I reached back and spread my cheeks, letting the water slice down my crack. My teeth rattled. I nearly cried.
I could only take it for a minute before I jumped out and roughly toweled dry, my body nearly convulsing. I wrapped my robe around me, put on my fluffy slippers, and warmed up. It was the heat-fever that got me warm so fast.
I opened the door and peeked out. I smelled bacon and pancakes. My stomach growled. My balls moved as my cock bobbed against the flannel of my robe. My crack was wet but nothing dripped to my legs. Yet.
Then I remembered. I had a towel on the couch. Right where Keir would be working. My face heated even more and I ventured from my room with the intent to grab it.
I ran past the open kitchen area to the couch.
