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He approached the open guest room door where light flowed in making the objects within take on sepia tone. But everything was visible including the over-turned table and lamp, the bed, and Kris flopped back on the edge of the mattress naked and aroused, skin glimmering, chest heaving.
In that moment, all Thorne’s fears and dreams coalesced. The Burn. It was happening to Kris for the first time. And he was under Thorne’s care.
Already he felt his cock hardening at the sight of Kris. Even though Kris was an Alpha going through an Alpha cycle, the boy was part Omega and the scent of him was like nothing Thorne had ever breathed.
He ignored his own excitement. He wasn’t the one who needed help. It was Kris who was going to need help. And not as an Omega, but as an Alpha.
Chapter Eighteen
Kris
I woke clawing at the covers, shoving them down my hot body. The sheet stuck to me, I was so wet.
I sat up in the darkness forgetting for a moment where I was. My mind was trying to make out the faint outlines of my window and bathroom door as if I were in my bedroom in the mansion. But nothing seemed right. The darkness prowled about me, unfamiliar and menacing.
I pushed the blankets to my feet and the cold air hit me. It helped a little, but it wasn’t enough. My lips were chapped. And I was so aroused I could barely focus.
My hands reached about in the darkness for a light, my tablet… anything familiar, but all I could feel were pillows and blankets and an empty floor.
I let out grunts and groans of frustration. I kicked at the covers at my feet, and whirled my hands about in the dark, hitting something. It fell with a crash to the hardwood floor.
Where was my lamp? My tablet?
I pushed my legs over the side of the bed but when I tried to stand I was hit with dizziness and fell back onto the mattress with a loud curse.
Something moved upstairs and I realized I wasn’t alone in this strange place. Someone else was here. But my mind still would not supply the name.
“What the fuck is going on?” I said to the unfriendly dark.
My cock flopped wetly against my belly. When I touched it, I nearly came unglued. The sensitivity was amazing. Shocking.
Some thoughts came to me. I’d been sick. I’d had a stomach ache and a fever or something. The flu?
I heard more sounds in the house. I still couldn’t find a light. I lay flopped on the bed and the dizziness continued, lighter than outright vertigo which I’d had once as a child from an ear infection, but still enough to make me confused and frustrated.
Suddenly something brightened the room. I winced, then squinted about, recognizing the place as the guest room where I’d been staying for the past week. The glow of light came from the hall and through my open doorway.
Memories returned. I’d said to someone only hours ago to leave the door open. Too many locked away secrets in my body, my life, and the confining walls I felt trapped within made me want air and light. If it wasn’t almost winter, with snow all around, I would’ve had the window wide open to any breeze.
A figure appeared in the doorway.
“Kris?”
It all came tumbling back. Thorne had found me and brought me into his home as his guest. Thorne—the neighbor down the road from where I’d grown up, the solitary loner, the dangerous Alpha.
“Fuck,” I replied. “Oh fuck!”
“It’s all right.” He kept his voice soft and entered the room. “I thought maybe last night, but now I can tell.”
“What?”
“The Burn. I can smell it now.”
Of course I knew. But I hadn’t wanted to state it aloud. Now my pretending had come to an end.
“Fuck!”
What would happen next? I didn’t know anything about my condition. I’d been trained as an Alpha, but I wasn’t one. Or was I? If this was my first Burn, then did I need all an Alpha required? Would Thorne drag me to an Omega farm and leave me to rut through it?
