Page 51 of No Escape

I pull the material to my nose, huffing hits of it. My system is all out of whack, but I’m not embarrassed, even if I look ridiculous. It’s helping settle my stomach, and that’s all I care about.

It takes me way too long to realize that I’m basically perving on Omen’s alpha’s scent.

“Sorry,” I whisper, letting the shirt fall. It lands a few inches above my knee, which is crazy. “I respect your bond with Valor. My senses are frazzled without the suppressants.”

“It’s good to know you won’t ask him to kill me just to be rid of me…” Omen wraps his arm around my lower back, leading me to the table. “But for the record, Valor and I don’t fuck. We’re life partners—the bond assures that—but we don’t have a romantic relationship. So, if fucking his brains out will help you feel better, rest assured, you have my permission. Not that you needed it, but I do recommend getting his before?—”

“Wait…” My hand digs into his hip as I lean against his chest. “The two of you aren’t a couple?”

“We are not.” He helps me into the chair Valor and I sat in earlier before moving to grab one of the omega first aid kits. Popping it open, he pulls the card from the lid. He tosses it onto the table and digs for the thermometer. Once he has it, he slips a cover on and offers it to me. “Tongue up.”

My mouth opens, and I barely lift my tongue before he shoves the device in.

The beta squats in front of my chair, running his hands up my bare thighs. “Valor and I are a team. We bonded to give ourselves a permanent line of communication. It’s how he knew where to find us when Sergei and Vlad were causing issues.” He soothes higher up my skin, and his thumbs brush my hips. “See, I’ll fuck anyone I’m attracted to, while my old friend prefers…” He chuckles. “No one, apparently, since I’ve never actually seen him with anyone of any gender.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Now, back to me. Have I mentioned I find you quite delectable?”

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I hold the thermometer under my tongue.

It beeps, and Omen stands.

“It’s unfortunate that I’ll never be able to meet your needs.” He pulls the thermometer from my mouth while keeping eye contact. “We’d both enjoy ourselves as I gave it my best go at corrupting you.” His forehead wrinkles, and he pulls off the cover, moving to drop it in the trash.

“W-What was it?” My mouth is suddenly bone dry.

“107.” He shrugs. “Not great. If I had that kind of fever, I’d be dead.” He makes his way back to the table. “Are you feeling as though you might be sick again?”

I shake my head.

“Then tell me what you’d like to do. Do you want to shower off the sweat or lie back down?”

My teeth dig into my lower lip as I think through the options. A shower would be miserable with no warm water, but going to bed alone sounds equally awful. “Will you lie down with me?”

A devastatingly handsome smirk breaks out on Omen’s face. “I will.”

* * *

I gasp as my eyes pop open, but, based on the stinging, I almost wish I had kept them closed.

“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you,” Omen says in a soothing tone. My thigh rests over his pelvis, and my face rolls around his bare chest. He had a shirt on when we lay down, so I have no idea where that disappeared to, but his skin almost feels like an ice pack compared to mine. “You’ve spent the last hour grinding your pussy all over me, but I don’t think it’s giving you any relief. I believe your body is asking for what it needs.”

I bury my face deeper into his skin, and my leg drags over his very hard shaft.

A gasp slips out as he palms my ass.

This is so bad… It’s much closer to what I remember feeling when I was about to go into heat for the first and last time.

It won’t be the last time for long, my brain deliriously reminds me.

“Everything hurts, even my skin, but especially my stomach.” I groan, rolling over to face the wall. “You should go. I’m going to embarrass myself. It’ll be like high school all over again.”

I still don’t know what happened that night. I’m guessing I threw myself at Leo and Shaw, and they fired me as their client because of it. It’s one of the things I beat myself up about most often. For them to quit with no contact… It must have been really bad.

Everything is hazy, and I pull my knees up to my chest as my core throbs. It’s not even an aroused ache. Misery might be an accurate descriptor. My lower stomach spasms with cramps so powerful that my entire body jolts.

“You didn’t escape. In fact, you didn’t do much besides roll to give me your luscious arse,” Omen says, flipping onto his side to spoon me. He tugs his arm from under my head, and I realize I moved from lying on his chest to resting on his bicep. “Tell me what you need.” He pulls my hair back from my neck and speaks close to my ear. “If you want me to go, I will, but everything in me says that’s not what will help you feel better.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, clenching my eyes shut. “I’ve never had a real heat.”

But you do know, a smart-ass piece of my mind whispers.

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