Page 34 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
His nose twitches.
The smell is all wrong and his brain takes a moment to catch up with his senses, his eyes already scanning around for the source.
The Omega.
She’s hunched over on the front doorstep, hugging her knees, her teeth chattering, although her face is flushed with warmth.
Her scent is overwhelming. Enough to knock him right off his feet and he takes a large inhale of it, his eyes rolling right back in their sockets as the sweet aroma of her ripening sex swims up his nose and over his tongue, his mouth watering with the taste of it. He half growls, half groans, his cock stirring in his pants.
She’s in heat. She’s in fucking heat and she’s on his fucking door step.
He grips the door frame, battling with his will, the one that wants him launching onto her with all the pent up frustration he’s harboured over four and half years of being stuck in that shitty cell with only his own hand to fuck. But he can’t — he’d ruin her, he’d destroy her, he’d never ever forgive himself.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” The words remind him of the previous time she’d showed up at his door. Then he’d been mildly irritated. Now he battles to keep it together.
Her eyes are glassy as they swivel towards him, struggling to focus. She grips her belly and he can smell the slick that must be pooling between her legs. What he’d give to plunge his face in that thick, slippery, deliciousness? She shudders as if she reads the desire on his face.
“Alpha,” she whimpers.
He growls at her, baring his teeth, his brow fierce above his darkening eyes. “Get out of here, Omega!”
She stares up at him, confusion and hurt swirling in her eyes. “Alpha,” she repeats.
“Get up, Omega.” His voice reeks of danger. “Get up, Omega.”
She’s too far gone in her heat to fight against a command from an Alpha, responding to his order despite the effort it takes to clamber to her feet, her legs shaking.
“Go away. Back to your nest. Away from me, do you hear me, get yourself as far away from me as you fucking well can.”
“But Alpha …” Her pupils are blown, the colour eaten up by the black. She looks possessed.
“Go away, Omega. I don’t want you here.”
A tear slides down her cheek and he can’t look at her face as she cranks herself around and takes an unsteady step. She yelps as a spasm hits her and she doubles over, her scent spiking again and he can smell just how dripping wet she must be.
His body convulses.
“Go! Get moving! Go!”
She jumps and her legs move a little faster.
He steps inside and slams the door shut, jamming the dead bolt across. Then he leans against the door with all his weight, his fingernails digging into the wood.
“Fuck! Fuck!” He punches the wood, not even feeling the pain that shoots through his knuckles and radiates up his arm. He launches at the door again, shoving his shoulder into it, hitting it again and again with his weight, yelling into the silence.
He sees her eyes, her pathetic figure, her wavering voice and her delicious, delicious arse.
He can’t bear it. He can’t bear it. He can’t leave her alone.
He won’t.
He jerks back the lock, flinging open the door, and sprints through the doorway. She’s no longer in the driveway and he races out into the lane. He’s on her in a matter of strides, smothering her in his embrace, stroking her wet cheeks and smoothing back the strands of her hair, shushing away the sobs that shake her entire body.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry, Omega. So sorry. I’ll take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.”
“Alpha,” she whines and there’s no use fighting this any longer. He’s going to have her, he’s going to fuck her. The Alpha part of his brain is taking charge now and he can say goodbye to all reason, all sanity.
It’s almost a relief to surrender, to no longer have to fight or battle his thoughts. He can feel his rut overwhelming him. Everything he does now will be pure Alpha instinct.
