Page 128 of Wild Omega

Chapter fifty-three

Rickon

I stand frozen on the staircase, fingers pressed to my quivering lips. My best friend’s turned into a kneeling Adonis statue by the sawn-off library door, his cock in one hand. He draws his other hand back under the door, the clenched fist dripping with glistening cum.

Spellbound, I watch as he brings it to his lips and tastes my omega. Between the vision before me and the thick scent of Red’s haze flooding the house, I’m lost. I clench my jaw as my dick throbs in my pants.

Callisto groans and leans against the door, his freshly scented hand right by his nose. He shucks at his cock, driven by desperation, his hips bucking into his own touch.

I should look away. That would be the polite thing to do. Like I have for years in the bathrooms and changing rooms we’ve shared. But if I turn around and walk back up the stairs now, they’ll creak underfoot. So I stand, frozen, while my years-long crush finishes himself with a muted growl.

Fuck, he’s beautiful, those wide shoulders tensing with effort. They taper to his waist, his pale brown skin bare above his pajama trousers. That’s right; we were all sleeping before Red tried to burn the nest down.

My cock throbs. I wrap my hand around it but instead of stroking, I just hold it firmly. I couldn’t bear for Callisto to turn around and find me touching myself while looking at him. Rather, I savor the moment, allowing myself to look more than usual. This situation’s so messed up, but one emotion clearly rises above the others.

Relief.

Relief that Red let him help her in her moment of crisis.

Her supreme panic ate at me in a way I can’t even describe. As her alpha, I wanted to take away her pain, but she was so wild that I couldn’t do anything for her besides recite movie lines. But Callisto managed to keep calm and even suggested we cut the door off, something I never would’ve thought of doing. It’s like we’re a real team.

Callisto leans his forehead against the door for a long moment, catching his breath. In another second, I’ll be discovered.

I jog up and down on the landing a few times, simulating the noise of coming down from the top, and then run down the bottom steps. “Is she okay?” I call softly.

Callisto twitches and tucks his spent cock back inside his pajamas. “Ah, yeah, she just fell asleep, I think.” He lowers himself down on his belly to check; then his hand flicks up off the floor as he realizes just how wet it is. I peel the sticker seal off the new packet of wet wipes I brought with me and hand him several.

Callisto flushes. “Ricky, I’m sorry. She said she wanted help, and you weren’t here.”

I crouch down and pop my hand on his bare shoulder. Heat steams off his flushed skin. “Callisto, anything that helps Red through her heat is fine with me. It’s not like any of us are strangers, you know.”

He stares up at me, black eyes a little fogged. “Oh. Thanks. I was worried you’d feel . . . differently.”

“Let’s just get through this, yeah?” I say. The adrenaline’s leaching through my body, stealing my strength. I crawl over to the kitchen bench and slide to the floor, resting my back against the cupboard as I drop my head into my hands.

“Fuck. She tried to burn down the room,” I mutter. Thank God I woke up in time before she got that lighter flame onto the oil.

Callisto scoots closer and takes my hand. “You all right?”

I cough out a sharp laugh. “Who knows?” My arm aches under the square patch Callisto put over Red’s bite. A groan slips through my throat, which feels raw from shouting earlier. “They warned me, at the Omega Center, that she’s traumatized by her heats. I guess I didn’t take them seriously enough.” I shake my head, the fleur-de-lis pattern on my trousers blurring. “So much for being her alpha; I didn’t even know when she was due.”

Callisto scoots across the floor and sits beside me, wrapping one arm around my shoulder. I give in without a fight, resting my head on his chest.

“You did a wonderful job,” he reassures me. “You stopped her hurting herself and burning the apartment down, for starters, and you got her to drink water. We know she’s a complicated woman, so all we have to do is learn what she needs.”

I nod and swipe at my tears. He’s right. No need to feel defeated. Even if I don’t know everything about Red, all I need to do is learn, step by step. A faint memory pings in my brain. “I think she told the Mr Yun her heats last for three days.”

“Good, that gives us a goal. Keep her hydrated and fed for three days, through the doorway.” His tone darkens. “If we can’t manage that, we’ll have to call the Omega Center.”

I shudder. “She’d hate that.”

“Right.”

We sit in silence for a long time, both of us familiar with how much Red doesn’t like that place. I keep my gaze locked on the foot-high gap under the library door. We need to do everything possible so Red doesn’t end up back there.

“For some reason, this feels like I’m going into a physics exam,” I mutter.

Callisto snorts. “Yeah, it does a bit. The ticker is pumping hard; that’s for sure.” He splays his free hand over his belly. “I guess chemistry might be more accurate for today’s test.” His deep chuckle resonates through his chest into my ear. “At least you didn’t pass out today, like that one time in eighth grade.”

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