Page 22 of Omega Island
This was different. This was a desire that poured through me like the Caribbean itself, hot and blue and sharp with whitecaps cresting inside me everywhere, a stinging salty tease, a shushing tide in my mind saying over and over, “Let me, let me, let me in.”
Senta said, “I seem to find myself in somewhat of a dilemma.”
My brain raced for a response. What did he mean? Was he asking me a question?
What did he want me to do?
“I—I can help you up when you’re ready. Get your kimono for you.” I offered my words so quickly I barely heard myself.
He clutched my hand on his shoulder tightly. His gaze was so dark and intense, I had to look away. His breathing grew more rapid.
“Is it happening again?” I asked.
“Yes.” The word hissed through his teeth.
There hadn’t been time for the pills to work yet. I couldn’t move him and I refused to leave his side.
All I could think to say was, “Just breathe steady. Breathe with me.” And I let myself inhale and exhale in a rhythm he could hopefully hear and follow.
His dilemma, as he called it, became my dilemma. I wanted him to be better, to be comfortable and taken care of. I had an urge to do whatever it took to accomplish that.
I could see his erection pulsing in the tent of his swim trunks. My own cock raged harder than I could remember it ever feeling.
Straten had controlled me so often after our first year together that it took a lot to arouse me, a lot of coaxing and teasing, which he belittled me for. But this was off the charts with no hesitation on my part. All I seemed to have needed was one whiff of Senta and my erection popped right up.
To my surprise, Senta matched my breathing, still clutching hard at my hand, staring up at me with an intensity that had my heart racing. I kept my breaths steady for him. I wanted to calm him, let him know he would be fine and that he was safe.
Safe? With me and my hard-on? But hewassafe. I would never have done anything, or made any move, not without total consent.
Everything about this situation was more of a concern for his well-being. His pain echoed within me, and I wanted to calm it, comfort him.
If I had to, I would squeeze my cock into submission. I would tie it down with the drawstring of my swim shorts just to make sure Senta was settled and okay with no hint of alpha pressure from me.
His breaths continued to match mine. His shoulder was hot beneath my palm, his hand on top, holding tight. He was slightly shivering, and I worried. This wasn’t right. Could an omega go into shock from a heat? I’d heard of alphas having rough ruts, tearing things up, getting wild, but usually that sort of behavior was accompanied by alcohol or drugs.
Senta did not seem like that type of omega. He had said this heat was different, that it was unexpected after a long time of not having any.
This island was expert at treating omegas with heat problems. Why was there no treatment for him?
“Is it that painful?” I finally asked after I felt him relax.
“It’s more than that. It’s an overwhelming surge of need so strong—I am sorry you have to see this.”
“I’m glad to be here for you.” I gulped, wondering if he might read more into my words than I’d meant.
“I thank you for being here,” he said.
I was sure I’d heard him wrong. I was no one. A stranger. A broken alpha who was not good enough. He knew that.
Only minutes ago, I’d touched his silky hair, pressing it back from his forehead. Even if he was safe with me, I couldn’t deny I wanted more than touch. I wanted him. It wasn’t only his scent. It was how he felt, looked, spoke. How he handled himself. The way he had been so gentle and understanding of my own needs and had opened his island to me, an island that was supposed to be for omega patients only.
“I won’t leave you alone. But I wish you’d let me call someone.”
“There is no one.” He had said that before. Now he was more emphatic, his body tensing.
“Okay. I respect that.”
He relaxed. His naked chest was hairless, dark-toned, damp and sweating. His face was close to mine, smooth-cheeked with the tense skin of his jaw moving with each inhale. His slenderness enticed me, not too thin, but gracefully muscled.
