Page 9 of Trick or Heat

Oh god, am I going to have to use that app now? Am I going to have to find some pigheaded alphas who only want to get their knots wet?

I don’t have a lot of experience with alphas. I’m not a virgin. I’ve slept with a couple people the past few years, but it’s mostly been betas. I’m certainly not ready for my first orgy.

Is it still considered an orgy if it’s for medical purposes?

“Elsie, we need to get you home,” Casey says, bringing me back to the present. The temporary blackout of worry helped to ease my pain slightly, but now that I’m out of my head and back in my body, the cramps worsen tenfold.

I look up at him, his brows scrunched with concern. My sanity is slowly etching away, and I realize that I don’t have the capability to gratify myself right now. In the past, Casey and I have discussed helping each other if the need were to arise, like if a heat spike struck out of nowhere. I realize now that our agreement was for this exact scenario.

Damnit.

It’s not the most romantic way of being together, but when my stomach spasms once more, the pain is so unbearable that I can no longer consider the consequences.

“Casey,” I wince, squeezing my stomach tighter.

He leans over to catch my eyes. “Yes, baby?”

“Help me,” I plead, then an omega whine climbs up my throat.

He pulls me into his side, shielding me with his body. “I’ve got you.”

FIVE

It takes everything I have not to help Elsie in the cab ride back to her apartment. She’s moaning in pain, sweat pouring off her; I want nothing more than to help ease her anguish right here and now, but the cab driver keeps peeking into the rearview mirror, catching glimpses of her writhing into my side, and it sends me into protective mode. I’m not an alpha, but I growl at him as much as I can, and his eyes flash with embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Here you are.”

He pulls over to the curb and I quickly exit, holding Elsie close as we move away from the vehicle.

“Hey, man, what about my tip?!” the cab driver yells.

I ignore him. He doesn’t deserve a tip after looking at my girl like that. No omega should have to worry about their driver peeping on them when he’s supposed to get them back safely. I’m just glad that Elsie was too distracted to notice his perversion.

I keep her close to me as we climb the steps up to her apartment. When we get to her door, I slide my hand into her purse and feel around for her keys. It’s a little coin purse that matches her costume, but somehow it still has a million things in it. I find the singular key and sigh.

“Did you take this off your lanyard just so you could use this purse?” I ask her.

She lets out a tiny laugh but then yelps in pain. “Casey, it hurts.”

I unlock the door and turn to her. “Let’s fix it then, huh?”

Her eyes widen as I pick her up. Her legs instinctually wrap around my waist as I carry her into the apartment and shut the door, locking it behind me. She looks up at me, her eyes clearer than they’ve been since we were at the party.

“You’re going to… help me?” she asks.

“Of course.” I move in the direction of her room.

My eyes stay locked on hers with each anticipated step, the tension growing the closer we get to her bed. I place her onto it gently, my breaths becoming jagged as I look at her. She’s so freaking perfect.

I can’t believe this is happening right now.

My hands immediately move to her shins, trailing down to her feet so I can remove her shoes, then her pantyhose. The movement is slow, intentional. I am both building a storm and basking in it, desperate to get to the show but knowing that I want to make it good for her as well.

Her chest rises and falls as she watches me, her pupils dilated so much that I can barely register the soft blue I’m so used to seeing there. Her scent is exploding with each swipe of my finger, sweet sugar and crisp apple taking over my senses until she is the only thing I can see, smell, hear.

“You…” Elsie starts, biting her lip as my finger moves upward and swipes the inside of her knee. “You don’t have to help. If you don’t want to.”

I give a humorless laugh. “And who says I don’t want to?”