Page 40 of Rescued By Four Alphas
"Are you part of it?" I ask quietly. "Are you part of whatever program is creating pregnant Omegas?"
"I would never hurt you or your babies," she says firmly. "My only concern is your health and well-being."
"That's not an answer," I point out.
"No, I am not… Evan did a thorough check on me before he agreed to bring you to me. If you don't trust me, then I don't think we should work together anymore."
The line goes dead.
I stare at the blank screen, my hands shaking. Fuck.
Heat flashes through my body, starting at my core and radiating outward. I drop the phone, pressing my palms to my cheeks. My skin feels like it's on fire.
"No, no, no," I mutter, recognizing the signs immediately. "Not now."
But my body doesn't care about timing. The stress of the conversation, combined with the hormone surges Dr. Marianna described, has triggered the beginning of my heat cycle.
My temperature spikes so rapidly that I break into a sweat. I tear off my sweater, then my tank top, desperate to cool down. Even in just my bra and yoga pants, I feel like I'm burning alive.
My skin becomes hypersensitive. The soft fabric of my bra feels like sandpaper against my nipples. I reach behind me to unhook it, sighing in relief as it falls away. But even the air moving across my skin feels too intense.
I need my mates. I need their touch, their scent, their presence. The bond we share pulses with desperate hunger, and I can feel my body preparing itself for them.
Slick begins to gather between my thighs as my core clenches with empty need. I press my thighs together, but it only makes the ache worse.
I stumble to the bed, my legs shaky and weak. The heat is building so fast I can barely think straight. My skin feels like it's been set on fire, and every nerve ending screams for relief.
"Fuck," I whimper, collapsing onto the mattress.
My hands shake as I reach for my swollen breasts. The moment my fingers contact my nipples, I cry out. They're so sensitive that even the lightest touch sends bolts of electricity straight to my core.
I pinch them, rolling the hard peaks between my fingers. The pain mixed with pleasure makes me arch off the bed. "Oh god, oh god..."
My other hand slides down my stomach, past the slight bump where our babies grow, and into my yoga pants. I'm already soaked, my pussy slick and desperate. When I slide one finger through my folds, I nearly sob with relief.
"Please," I beg to no one, inserting two fingers into my aching channel. "Please find me."
I pump my fingers desperately, my thumb circling my clit while I continue to torture my nipples. The pleasure builds, but it's not enough. Nothing will be enough except my Alphas.
My scent must be filling the room by now - the sweet, desperate smell of an Omega in heat. Surely, they can smell it even through the reinforced door of the safe room. Undoubtedly, one of them will come to me soon.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I fuck myself with my fingers, my hips lifting off the bed to meet each thrust. I'm making sounds I've never heard myself make, and my desperate whimpers and pleas echo off the walls.
I add a third finger, stretching myself, but it's still not enough. My body craves the thick length of my Alphas, their knots, their teeth in my neck as they claim me repeatedly.
The door rattles, and I hear Onyx's voice calling my name. "Dahlia? Are you okay in there? I smell..." His voice trails off.
I can barely move to answer him. My entire body is on fire, and saliva drips from the corner of my mouth as I pant like a wild animal. When the door opens, I lock eyes with Onyx across the room.
He freezes in the doorway, his nostrils flaring as my scent hits him full force. I see the exact moment his control snaps. His pupils dilate until his eyes are almost black, and a low growl rumbles from his chest.
I pull my fingers from my pussy with a wet sound, holding his gaze. "Come," I whisper, my voice barely recognizable. "Please come to me."
I don't know how it happens, but one second, he's standing across the room, and the next, he's naked and joining me on the bed. His clothes seem to have disappeared like magic, torn away in his desperation to get to me.
"Fuck, baby," he growls, his hands immediately grasping my thighs. "Your scent... It's driving me fucking insane."
He doesn't waste time. He takes off my yoga pants with my panties and his mouth is on my pussy immediately, his tongue lapping at my slick like he's starving for it. I cry out, my hands flying to his head to press him closer.
