Page 49 of His Bonded Omega Mate
“You. You’re different!” I got to my knees, getting closer to him, taking in more of the alpha odor. It wasn’t unpleasant. A fresh outdoorsy tinge to the typical Asher scent.
He pushed me away. Angry. “Fuck off!”
I toppled back onto the mattress, jostling Hiroshi.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he grumbled. He ran a hand through his hair, pausing as he caught the scent of it, too. “Asher?”
Tate sat up next, his nose twitching, a flush to his face. “What’s happening?” he shrieked.
Hiroshi looked at me in shock. “Asher’s an alpha! And Tate is in heat!”
I grabbed my phone. “What the hell are you doing?” Asher barked. His pupils had dilated in response to the pheromones Tate was pumping out. As a mated alpha, I wasn’t affected, but Asher was, since he was bonded to Tate. Soon he’d go into a rut.
This was beyond bizarre.
“Calling for help.” The call connected. Though it was early, Ívarr sounded alert. “We need help. Asher is now presenting as an alpha. Tate is an omega. He’s gone into heat.”
Boundaries
Tate
Wakinguptoalight shining in my eyes was bad enough, yet it only got worse from there. Asher was pissed. Like furious for no reason. It was ridiculous. Roan was saying something about being different. And why was it so damn hot in here?
Really, it felt sweltering in the room. There was no air. I felt like I was going to melt into a pile of goo, and it was early in December. We had snow on the ground outside, for fuck’s sake.
My eyebrows nearly met my hairline when Asher pushed Roan over. I wasn’t proud of my shriek when I sat up and caught the scent of an omega and alpha in our bed. What the fuck was going on?
“Asher’s an alpha! And Tate is in heat!” Hiroshi was locked in a stare with Roan.
What?
No.
This couldn’t be happening. I was an omega? In heat for the first time?
I took stock of my body. There was a fine sheen of sweat covering me. I felt overheated and super horny. Not for Roan’s cock, though. Just Asher’s. I wanted him to get inside me. To knot me. To breed me.
What the fuck?
Breed me? My raven was hopping from spot to spot at the thought of laying eggs for our alpha. Eggs? Was that even possible?
While I distantly paid attention to Roan making a call to Ívarr, I noted the other changes. I was slick. Down there. I had self lubing parts! It felt like I was leaving a puddle under my butt where I was sitting. I shifted uncomfortably, reaching for Asher to reassure me. He pulled away, too deep in his own feelings to see mine.
My mate was in a panic over the situation. I couldn’t blame him. I hardly knew what to make of it myself. All I knew was that it was hurting. I needed to fuck and be fucked right then or I’d die.
Prickles ran up and down my limbs, a stinging pain I didn’t know how to handle. That, with the increased temperature, had me crying out for Asher. “Please! I need you.”
Roan ended his call and slung an arm around me. Asher growled low, flung the arm off me, and pulled me close. Skin to skin with my alpha felt amazing, the prickle dulled to a hum. A brief reprieve. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. There’s nothing that Ívarr can do until this heat breaks. We just have to hope that Asher has a knot if Tate needs one, because there is no way in hell I’m touching Tate. Asher will take my head off.”
I gazed up at Asher from where I was cradled against his chest. Asher was looking feral. He was glaring at Roan for even suggesting he be the one to knot me. “Mine.” The word was a low rumble and had more slick leaking from me. Damn, that was weird.
“Tate, are you okay with Asher taking you through this?” Roan asked warily. “We can get you toys and Hiroshi can help you.”
“No, thank you, but no. I want Asher. I need him.”
The words were barely out before I was flipped onto my front, Asher tearing my underwear off my body. Holy fuck, that was hot. He adjusted my position roughly. It was making the ache worse. I needed him so badly. With one thrust, he was inside me, hips snapping out a brutal rhythm. Had he gotten bigger? Fuck, he stretched me perfectly. Each movement pegging my prostate and soothing the burn.
Sweat was pouring off me as Asher drew my orgasm closer, and closer as he railed me hard. He’d never been this rough, this dominant. I loved it, even while part of me was worried about it. He was surely leaving marks on my flesh with his tight grip.
