Rhys squeezed my hand, jumped out of the truck, and rounded it. When I opened the door, he was there to scoop me into his arms, blanket and all.
I leaned into him and grimaced. “You smell of piss.”
“It’s yours.” Rhys beamed. “Also, your cum is leaking out of my ass.”
I burst out laughing. “I think I ruined your car with my slick.”
“I don’t give a shit about the car.” He pulled me closer. “Quick shower? You can take the bathroom downstairs and I’ll use the ensuite, then be back to help you. Okay?”
I nodded against his chest. My body was getting itself ready: pumping more energy throughout every vessel, every muscle. every cell, turning me into an even hornier and needier beast than I already was. I could have easily walked but I enjoyed the promise of safety his embrace brought.
Chapter Eight
Sol
The white tile-and-marble bathroom’s main fixture was a walk-in shower that could easily fit three people. I stood under cold water, hoping to cool my feverish skin, and eyeing the small attachment to the shower hose.
Back home, I’d cleaned myself up, ready for any fucking the night would bring. But my ass was on fire and no one had even touched me there yet. Stupid heat. I underestimated how helpless I’d be when it would hit me.
My hands shook, and a cramp was gaining in intensity deep in my guts. Fuck. The first wave was close.
Cool water should help ease the discomfort. I reached back and touched my rim. It was puffy and covered in my slick. Ikneeled on all fours, took the slim shower hose and slid the tip into my ass. I sighed, resting my forehead against the tiled wall as the water temporarily scratched the itch to be filled, and eased the hot flash.
I removed the hose, and released the water on a long groan. A shudder ran through me and I sat back on my heels as my insides cramped again.
I couldn’t do it alone.
Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths, keeping my tears away. Was curling into a ball on the floor an option? No. It was just the beginning of the heat. I couldn’t lose my shit.
A knock at the door startled me. “Are you okay, Sol?”
I bit my lip, tasting copper on my tongue. It was too late to keep up any façade—I needed his help. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “Not really.”
“I’m coming in!”
The door burst open, and Rhys froze on the other side of the glass. His mouth hung open and his cock bounced up. The body he’d asked me to abuse glistened with droplets of water that glided down his abs toward the happy trail of dark hair. His thigh muscles flexed as he took a step closer and raised his hands in surrender.
It wouldn’t take a genius to know what I’d been doing. I blushed, but my physical discomfort was too intense for me to be truly ashamed.
“Do you need help with that?” Rhys pointed to the slim shower attachment.
“Yes. I’m all cleaned out, but my insides are on fire and—”
“You don’t have to explain. Tell me what you need.” Rhys entered the stall and kneeled at my side.
I stifled a sob. Who was this guy? I didn’t deserve his kindness, but I definitely needed it.
My hand still trembling, I handed him the hose.
“Fill me up with water and go.” My voice didn’t sound as steady as I’d hoped.
“Okay. Can I stay or do you need me to leave?” He caressed my back, his big palm on my needy skin sending shivers through me.
I arched, relishing the contact. “No, but I’ll have to expel the water. You don’t want to be here.”
“Why not?”
“Alphas like their omegas cleaned in advance, not see the process. I’m clean, but—” A cramp squeezed my insides, and I doubled over. “I’m on fire inside.”
