At last, I felt sleep coming for me and with it a feeling of peace. There was no possible way I would have nightmares or flashbacks with my omega wrapped around me. I would protect him from whatever storm was coming, and he would keep my heart safe as well.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linus
Idefinitely should not have been enjoying my heat as much as I was.
“More, more!” I cried out as Saint pistoned relentlessly in me.
I couldn’t get enough of him. It was my fifth heat wave, we were midway through the afternoon, and while I usually would have been settling into the rhythm of things with an ESA and letting my mind drift through waves taken in the polite, impersonal mating position, instead, Saint had me open and pinned under him, face up, completely at his mercy.
I loved being at his mercy. I loved the way he could clamp both my wrists and ankles together in one hand each. I loved the fact that I was helpless and weak under him and that he could have done absolutely anything to me and I wouldn’t have been able to stop him.
During my third wave, he’d asked if he could play around a little. I’d eagerly said yes, and he’d taken a silken cord fromthe bag he’d brought with him to the hotel and tied my arms behind me in an elaborate lattice. He’d strung up my legs as well and fastened them to the ropes at my sides in a way that was just uncomfortable enough to have my blood racing, but not so uncomfortable that I was in pain.
And when he had me trussed up so that I couldn’t move a muscle, he’d yanked me to the end of the bed, dropped to his knees, and buried his face in my ass, slurping my slick and teasing my hole with his tongue until I was weeping for release. I have no idea how he did it, but he knew how to give me enough pleasure to have me teetering on the edge without letting me actually come.
Maybe there was something awesome to the whole being a submissive for a highly-skilled Dom after all.
“I—I—I!” I couldn’t form my thoughts into words during my current wave, as the sensation of him filling me as his knot swelled stole my breath. “Oh-h-h!”
I’d always seen sex as utilitarian, something omegas had to do biologically, but that shouldn’t really be overdone or enjoyed until I found a nice alpha to settle down and raise a family with. But as Saint groaned and pumped harder, moving his knot in me and making me lose my mind with orgasm, I reveled in the knowledge that he was stuffing my body full of his seed. I adored the fact that he could find so much pleasure using my body.
I wanted to say it was all just instinct, that omegas were programmed to feel that way so we would be open to continuing the species. But it was so much more than that. Saint was hot and massive. His body made me feel desired and safe. Even his forehead scar turned me on. My alpha was dangerous and possessive. He’d crush anyone who tried to take advantage of me.
“Baby,” he gasped as, I assumed, the last of his orgasm consumed all his energy.
I even liked how he called me cute names in the heat of sex. Maybe I should have felt diminished by “baby” and “sweetheart”, but weirdly, those words made me feel special. They made me feel strong.
Saint groaned again as he sagged to lie with me post-wave, our bodies still locked together by his knot. As ferocious as he was during my waves, he turned so, so tender once they were done. And I’m not gonna lie, the way he seemed determined to give me as many aftershock orgasms as we lay together, the space between our bodies getting stickier by the second with my cum, was wonderful.
“Thank you,” I panted when my body couldn’t keep coming anymore. “If I forget to say it later, just…thank you so much for this amazing heat.”
“I should be the one thanking you,” Saint said drowsily. “You’re so?—”
I waited, but I didn’t find out what I was. Saint’s eyes closed, and within seconds, he was snoring.
I laughed at the deep, rumbling sound and spread my hands across his broad, hairy chest so I could feel it. He really was so much bigger than me. I didn’t know how he wasn’t splitting my body in two when he was inside me. Logically, I knew omega biology was designed for the size difference, but emotionally, it felt like he should be breaking me during each wave.
I dozed for a little, but when his knot went down, I found myself more awake than I would have expected. It was midday, so that might have had something to do with it. The sun was slipping in and out of clouds outside my windows, and since the curtains were open, it made the room bright as well. Sleep also might have been evading me because I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten since supper the night before, except for one of the protein bars that had been in the ESA kit.
Realizing I was hungry meant that was suddenly the only thing I could think about. Since Saint was still fast asleep, and boy, did he need it, I wriggled out of his embrace and rolled off the side of the bed.
What felt like a river of slick and cum leaked from my hole and down my thighs as soon as I was on my feet. My face flared hot, but at the same time, I wanted to feel every oozing drop. I belonged to Saint, and I wanted the world to see how thoroughly he’d claimed me.
Well, that’s what my inner omega wanted. The more reasonable part of me grabbed a thick robe from the closet, then tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom to clean up. I needed to go downstairs to see if there was anything quick to eat in the kitchen, but I didn’t want to go down there looking like a complete heathen. Especially since I could hear Lucas puttering around down there. He was probably just as hungry as I was.
I did the best job of tidying myself that I could, wrapped up in the robe, then trotted downstairs and around the corner to the kitchen, feeling better than I’d felt in ages.
“I hope you’re not making a huge mess in there,” I said before I got to the kitchen. “You know Dad and Papa don’t like?—”
I stopped cold when I rounded the corner into the kitchen only to find a strange alpha who I didn’t know standing in front of the fridge. He was just as massive as Saint and wore only a towel around his waist. The towel was slightly tented, which was reasonable, considering alphas never truly lost their erection once they started to take an omega through heat.
“Oh. Hello,” the alpha said in a deep but kind voice. “I was just grabbing something to eat.”
I shouldn’t have been scared. I had no reason to be scared. I knew this was Fennick, Saint’s brother. They looked alike. Their voices had a similar quality. I was a vulnerable omega in the middle of his first day of heat, though. Any and all alphas whoweren’t the one taking me through my heat sent me into an instinctive panic.
Or maybe the rush of adrenaline and panic that pulled at me had something to do with the large number of scars I spotted all over Saint’s brother’s body. Saint had a ton of scars, too. More than just the one across his forehead.
