Page 27 of Omega Island
“You don’t realize what you’re doing.” He sounded breathless. “Come and sit beside me for a minute.”
But Ididrealize it. I wasn’t thinking of anything or anyone else than what I needed in this moment.
“Please, I can’t move.” My hands went behind me grabbing fistfuls of cotton to pull down my shorts. I felt them give and slide down past my thighs, the water pooling the cloth around me.
It was atrocious behavior. I’d never forced myself on anyone, so why now? Surges of adrenaline shot through me. “I’m sorry. I know you said no. I’m sorry.” I still couldn’t move.
“It’s not your fault. It’s not,” he said softly. “Wait. Just a sec.”
“What?” I needed to swim away. I needed to stop having skin to skin contact. That would clear my mind.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my lower back moving up and down, the heel of the palm against my spine. It started to make gentle circles the way he had done earlier.
I grunted but the massage felt good. Really good. My muscles began to relax. My clenching hole loosened. Air filled my lungs all the way.
“Relax,” he said. He kept massaging me with my ass practically pressing his chest while his other hand kept hold of my arm.
“Where did you learn that?”
“From my alpha father. It helps to calm omegas, not for control, just for their comfort. He was a good man. He taught me a lot of things about how to treat others.”
I shut my eyes, trying to focus. “You speak as if he’s not alive.”
“He isn’t.”
I groaned, the wave coming over me again. “I can’t stop it. It’s happening like contractions.”
“Can you trust me?” Raimi asked.
I had no choice. But in truth, I did. Something more than his past and his good looks sank into me, allowing me to open up. I wanted him, but that was hormones. This was something else. Something like a deep knowing all the way to my bones.
“I trust you.” As soon as I said the words, the heat wave crashed over me again, only this time it was like a strange cool rain misting throughout my body. I let it take over and floated forward, my face just barely out of the water.
“I’m going to let go of your arm. Hold both your arms out and float,” Raimi said. He let go and I turned my head to the side to avoid the pool wavelets, and he grabbed me at the waist. “I’m going to hold you so you don’t float away.”
I felt his other hand leave my lower back and grab at my shorts.
I started to step away. “No. I can’t have anything touching me.” I pulled my feet up and the shorts drifted off me entirely.
“Okay.” His voice continued like a distant rumble, like some long-lost memory I couldn’t quite remember. His hand returned to my back and the massage continued.
We said nothing for what seemed like minutes but could have been only seconds.
I began to feel sleepy, which was the oddest thing to experience during a full-on heat.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Slowly, without a word, he turned me in the water. My feet scrabbled at the bottom. Arousal still rushed through me, but not so painful, not so hot as much as teasing and trickling and creating a knot in my lower stomach that made me very aware of how hard my cock was.
I didn’t want to look at him, but I did. I couldn’t not look as he appraised me, my cock bobbing so the head stuck through the surface, my arms coming around my waist again.
“Come on.” He helped steer me through the liquid to the step beside him, hands gentle on my wrist and shoulder. “You can get through this.”
My ass slid along the step beside him. My knees bent, hiding my erection.
I turned my head to look at him again. He was flushed all over yet behaving as calmly as if this was something he faced every day.
