“Mine,” Saint growled behind me.
I shifted to try to look over my shoulder, then cried out loud enough to startle the fish in the ocean outside as he grabbed my hips, lined up, and punched right into me.
It was mind-bendingly good. I didn’t care that he just went for it and fucked me. I didn’t need any special preparation or sweet words. I just needed his cock doing exactly what it was doing, pushing deeper and deeper into my channel, igniting every nerve ending along the way, and making me forget about anything but the fact that I was an omega, the vessel for an alpha, a being of pleasure and light.
I wailed as the tip of his cock smacked hard over and over against my tightly closed womb. It was only the first wave, so I doubted I’d open up for him or come anywhere near having a breeding orgasm. I’d never managed a breeding orgasm in my life. I did have one of the most powerful ordinary orgasms that I’d ever had as Saint’s knot swelled, filling me and locking us together.
Saint roared as he moved in me. I could have sworn I felt every last drop of his cum shoot out and fill me. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he jerked over and over, spilling enough to distend my belly just a bit.
I loved it. I’d never been so transported during a heat wave in my entire life. I was enveloped in sex, and for a change, I loved it. And this was only my first heat wave.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saint
That first heat wave should not have felt as satisfying as it did. We were quick and kept things simple. I gave Linus what he needed from a biological standpoint only, without emotional connection or half as much care as I’d told myself I would show him as we’d headed upstairs. He’d sucked me off and then launched straight into the omega mating pose, and rut-addled alpha as I was, I hadn’t thought of anything but grabbing his hips and sticking my cock in him like a savage.
Feeling his wet heat surround me, having the hormones from his slick leech into my body, and being surrounded by his bubblegum scent had scratched every deep itch I had. But once we were knotted and panting and I was able to maneuver us onto the bed so we could rest, spooned and joined, guilt seeped around the edges of my pleasure. Guilt and something else I wanted to avoid.
That mating hadn’t been controlled at all. I’d had zero mastery of my own thoughts or emotions. Everything had turnedout great, and after a few aftershock orgasms that I caressed and stroked out of Linus just by petting him as we caught our breath, Linus fell deeply asleep. My knot went down and I inched away from him, but I didn’t get up or do anything more than shift us so we could settle under the bedcovers.
I forced myself to breathe and focus on watching Linus. He was the smallest, sweetest omega I’d ever been with. He hadn’t been bothered by my scar at all. His body was still warm and flushed, from what I could see in the unlit room, hinting that his heat had only just begun. I wanted to cuddle him like he was a teddy bear, like I was a child who needed the comfort of his toy.
Like a child lying in a hospital bed with a broken arm and a body full of lacerations and bruises. A child who had just been told by strangers that his parents and sister hadn’t survived, only his little brother. A child whose life had just been smashed beyond recognition and didn’t know who or what to hold onto anymore.
I grunted like I could scare the memories away and tightened my grip around Linus. In his sleep, Linus moaned like I’d wrapped my hand around his cock. I felt wetness against my groin as he arched his back, pressing his ass into me. I sucked in a breath of his sweet scent, rigid with anticipation. It would have been fantastic if he woke up for his second heat wave. Then I could forget about the past and assert my control again. Over him and over myself.
The moment passed and Linus drifted back into deep sleep. I’d no doubt that he needed it. It had already been late when we’d been thrown together at the auction. It was well past midnight now. Heat need or not, his body needed to rest so he would have the energy to make it through the ordeal his omega nature was about to put him through.
I needed to rest and build up my strength, too, but that wasn’t going to happen. I was too close to the edge, buzzing toomuch as I fought to keep control of myself. I could do it. I wasn’t the traumatized kid lashing out at everything that I’d once been. I’d been through therapy and recovery, which had inspired me to do what I did now, and I recognized the truths of everything I felt these days.
That didn’t mean I didn’t still feel the fear, the panic, and the hopeless grief from time to time.
I concentrated on watching Linus sleep, vowing to myself that I would protect him and make sure he had the best heat of his life. His brother had played a cruel trick on him, and we still hadn’t sorted that out. Lucas was a whole mess of bad ideas and bad choices. We’d walked straight into another one, and we had to deal with that one first before I could sit the brothers down and help them come to a place of understanding and, from Linus’s side, strength with their relationship.
I almost fell asleep working out a potential path of understanding for the two of them when I heard tires on the gravel drive outside. Knowing it had to be Fenn, I kissed Linus’s cheek lightly, carefully pulled away from him so he wouldn’t wake up, then climbed out of bed.
I would have loved a robe or sweatpants or something to go down and greet my brother in. As it was, the only thing I had on hand were my trousers and shirt from the suit I’d worn to the auction. Fenn would have to deal with his older brother looking and probably smelling debauched.
Bless him, but Fenn was smart enough to text me from the front porch instead of knocking on the door or worse, ringing the doorbell and waking Linus or, I assumed, Lucas up.
“Thanks for getting here so quickly,” I whispered as I let Fenn in and gestured for him to head on to the den where I’d sat with the omegas earlier.
“Whoa, this place reeks of heat,” Fenn answered me quietly, taking the two ESA kits he had slung over his shoulder off and handing one to me. “Are they okay?”
I smiled quickly, proud of my brother for being a good guy. That was why he’d been hired both as a cop and an ESA, after all.
“I can’t speak for Lucas, but Linus is sleeping after his first wave,” I said, glancing toward the stairs and practically feeling Linus somewhere above me. “It’s been a rough night for him.”
“Sounds like it’s been a rough night for both of them,” Fenn said.
I grunted. “I’m already getting the feeling that any trouble Lucas gets himself into is trouble he brought on himself and probably deserves.” Maybe I was being too hard on him, but he’d sent Linus into a terrifying situation as a joke. I wasn’t inclined to forgive him, no matter how my training had told me to approach all people.
“Yeah, about Lucas Cahill,” Fenn said, wincing and rubbing the back of his neck. “I called into the station to ask about him as I was getting ready to come out here.”
“And?” I asked, crossing my arms and bracing for the worst.
“The man has a rap sheet a mile long,” Fenn said what I was expecting. “Small things, really. You could even call them petty. Shoplifting, parking tickets for days, but also one count of breaking and entering, and even one count of solicitation.”
