Page 52 of Taken Off Camera
“Heat,” I gasp, the word almost unintelligible. “Early. Please.”
The rustle of bedsheets comes through the line, followed by the sound of movement. “I’m on my way. How bad?”
“Bad.” I curl tighter around the phone. “No suppressants. Didn’t think—” Another cramp cuts off my words, leaving me panting.
“Fifteen minutes.” Sebastian shifts from sleepy to alert in an instant. “Maybe less. Can you hang on until then?”
What choice do I have?
“Yes,” I manage, though my body screams otherwise.
“Stay on the line with me.” Keys jingle in the background, and a door slams. “Talk to me, Micah.”
But words scatter, my thoughts fragmenting under the onslaught of hormones. My free hand slides down my stomach, seeking relief, but the touch only intensifies the ache. “Can’t… think straight.”
“That’s okay.” The rumble of a car engine comes through the speaker. “I’m coming to you. Ten minutes now. Can you reach one of your toys?”
My eyes roll toward my nightstand, where I’d put the box of dildos Sebastian gave me. Fumbling around inside, I pull out one of the mid-sized ones. I whimper at the sight of it, and I struggle to push off my boxers.
“Do you have it, baby?” Sebastian asks.
“Yes,” I pant.
“That’s good,” he rumbles. “Now, slide it inside. It will help with the ache.”
I fumble to put him on speaker, placing the phone right next to my ear, and roll onto my stomach.
My fingers shake as I pick up the heavy, unwieldy silicone and line it up at my entrance, pushing with less care than I should. Even with my slick, it burns as it invades my body, stretching my swollen walls, but the cramping in my gut eases a little, the taut knot loosening. Relief washes over me, and for a few flickering seconds, I can breathe without keening.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Okay,” I whimper, and it is for several minutes as I work the toy inside me.
But then my womb cramps, my inner muscles clenching down on the unyielding dildo, and the dull ache ramps up to a white-hot pressure.
Tears leak down my temples. “No, it’s not enough,” I sob. “It’s not—Sebastian, please. Hurry.”
“Thirty seconds,” he promises. “I’m coming up the stairs now. Keep breathing.”
Time warps, stretching and compressing with each throb of my pulse. My entire world narrows tothe burning need consuming me from within, to the slick coating my thighs, to the ache demanding an Alpha.
When the sound of a key in the lock registers through the haze of my Heat, I sob with relief that I gave him a key.
Then Sebastian’s Alpha pheromones roll over me, calling to the primal need within me to be bred. I whimper into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Micah?” he calls from the living room.
“Here,” I call back, the word breaking in the middle.
Footsteps approach, then pause at my bedroom doorway. I force my eyes open to find Sebastian frozen on the threshold, one hand gripping the door frame. His pupils blow, swallowing the hazel of his irises as he takes in the sight of me sprawled naked across the bed.
“God.” The word escapes him on an exhale.
I pull the dildo out and reach for him, arms outstretched, seeking his touch. “Sebastian. Alpha. Please.”
He takes one step into the room, then stops, fighting for control. His jaw clenches, the muscles in his throat working as he swallows. “Micah, I shouldget you an emergency suppressant. This is— I’m not sure I can take care of you properly.”
“No.” The word tears from my throat. “Please. Want you.” I lift my ass off the bed, my body moving on instinct. “Please. I need you.”
