“I’m sorry,” Selene says, buckling forward. “I’m so sorry I lied to you. But you must go now, because…” She grips the blankets harder like she’s trying to keep her hands still.
It hits me quickly—unfortunate that the realization couldn’t have come sooner.
“You’re in heat,” I say.
She moans pitiably, which is all the affirmation I need.
“I haven’t had one for so long that I thought—” She grits her teeth, breathing hard. “I thought they had gone away.”
I understand now. “Because you were so unhealthy. Now that you’re strong again, it came back.”
“It’s so much worse!” Once again her hand ducks away, and I know then that she’s touching herself under the blankets. “So much worse than before.”
The scent of orange blossoms and honey is everywhere all at once. My cock is throbbing under my pants, and this must be the power of an omega in heat. All I want to do is tear the blanket off of her, position myself between her legs, and?—
“Ah!” Selene’s head falls back. “It’s not working. I can’t make it stop.”
I know what she needs. What any omega in heat needs, or so they’ve always said.
“Let me help,” I say as I sit down on the bed.
Her eyes fly open wide. “What?”
I take the hem of the blanket and pull it back. Selenesqueaks and tries to cover herself again, so I slide down until I’m lying next to her.
“Let me help you,” I repeat, pushing some hair away from her sweaty forehead. “You need attention there, don’t you?”
She nods rapidly. “But if I do it… nothing happens.”
“Then I will do it.”
Her gaze searches mine, and the desperation is clear in her eyes. With utmost reluctance, she lifts the blanket.
My arm ducks under it, coasting down her sternum and across her belly. She’s completely bare, and I slow down to run my hand over her soft skin before finding her curls. I push my fingers through them, and Selene’s hips jolt in anticipation. My fingers creep over the mound of her pelvis and there…
She is wet. So, so wet. Covered in slick, which must be the source of that aroma. Now my cock is begging for her, but I refuse to even consider it.
No, I know what has to be done now.
SELENE
I can’t believe this is real. Harry’s lying beside me, his arm underneath the blanket, his broad fingers skating up and down the folds of my sex. I can feel how soaked I am, which is its own kind of humiliation.
Harry inhales, and his eyes fall closed in what can only be described as pleasure.
“You smell incredible,” he whispers, leaning closer as his fingers explore. “Unlike anything I’ve smelled before.”
Ismell? I want to wriggle away, but then his finger glances over that sensitive nub, and I gasp in response. Harry pauses, then retreats and does it again, and it’s so much—so much—better than touching myself.
“Is that it? You need to be touched?” I’m surprised by how low his voice goes as he says these words.
“Y-yes.” I’m humiliated to admit it. “Yes, I do.”
His other hand reaches up and strokes my cheek. “It’s all right. I’ll touch you.”
And he does, circling my clit and then brushing over it, changing up his direction when it suits him, and it’s everything I needed. I writhe and moan, the pleasure nearly overwhelming, the heat in my belly growing until it’s scorching.
Then Harry’s hand explores down, and there lies my secret place. The place that’s so empty, that’s so desperate, that cries with need. He gently presses the pad of a finger through, and though that opening is so small and so private, I don’t fight him. I need this, whatever it is, as much as I need air.
