Page 35 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Stubborn, self-sacrificing alpha.
It’s not fair to him, or Jackson, for that matter. We agreed to stop pursuing an omega for our pack. We chose to focus on our bonds with each other. Helping with my scent match’s heat is the opposite of that.
The only reason I’m here is River’s confidence that we’ll be able to figure this out, no matter what happens. He’s the smartest, most empathetic man I’ve ever met, and if anyone can keep this from screwing things up, it’s him.
I don’t want to put that burden on his shoulders, but he argued that isn’t my choice to make.
So here I am. I’d be lying if, beneath all my worry about my mate, our pack, and my professional reservations, my alpha wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of joining Camille’s heat.
We barely know each other, but her omega trusts me enough that she’s begging for my help.
My scent-matched omeganeedsme.
There’s no question to my alpha. When your omega is in need, you help.
Not that she’smyomega. We may be scent-matched, but that doesn’t mean she’ll want or need me after the heat ends.
Another reason being here is a terrible idea, but it’s too late to back out now. I’ve made my choice.
Daisy squeezes my arm, giving me a sympathetic smile. “I know this is unorthodox, but it’s my job to make sure we provide the omegas under our care the best and safest heat experiences. Your help will make that possible, Dr. Stills.”
I nod. “I’d never want an omega to suffer if I can help. I’m just glad that Ms. Clairmont felt safe enough after our brief time together to request me.”
Daisy smiles brightly. “Me too. Though, I’m not surprised.” She lowers her voice conspiratorially. “After all, you’re our resident hot daddy doctor.”
I sputter at her words, and she snorts. “What? You know all the omegas would love to have an alpha like you helping with their heats.”
My cheeks warm at her proclamation, though my alpha preens at the thought. Even if the only omega he’s interested in helping is Camille.
Daisy leads me to the heat nest hallway and pauses by a room I’ve never gone in before. “Might want to grab a snack and use the restroom before you dive into things. You won’t have time for that for a while. Her heat isintense.” She cringes a little. “Poor Jackson is trying his best, but he’s only one man.”
A mix of arousal and concern coils inside me.
Is it really that intense? And if so, is that a result of her delayed reveal as an omega? I’m curious if there’s any documented correlation between heat intensity and age of revealing, but now isn’t the time for medical conjecture.
I hurry into what turns out to be a break room with an adjoining locker room, complete with showers and toilets. The heat nests have their own ensuite bathrooms to help take careof the omegas, but heat minders must come in here to clean up whenever they get a break.
My alpha urges me to take care of business as fast as possible, growing anxious now that we’re so close to joining Camille’s heat. I make the mistake of letting down the mental barrier I erected to keep from being flooded by Jackson’s emotions, and almost spill the protein shake I’m chugging when I feel how overwhelmed he is.
Screw this. Who needs calories? I’ll deal with being hungry if I can’t get a break to eat more later. They need me now.
“Wow, that was fast,” Daisy says as I emerge from the break room.
“Show me where to go.” My words are rougher than necessary and the sweet beta’s eyes widen.
“I will, but I need to fit you with bite caps and brief you on Camille’s requests for her heat.” Daisy holds up her hand with a clipboard and a small sealed packet in it, giving them a little shake.
My alpha wants to bark at her to tell me where my omega and packmate are before I barge into nests at random until I find them. He certainly feels no need for bite caps. Only weak, cruel assholes bond an omega without consent.
I fight his indignance and take a deep breath to calm myself. “Sorry. Of course. I’m… this is more intense than I was expecting.”
Daisy nods. “No worries. Alpha instincts are riding you hard, but I’m only delaying you a bit, so you know the best way to take care of the omega.”
Some of the tension eases and I’m able to make it through Daisy poking around in my mouth until she’s satisfied the bite caps won’t come off, and she’s giving me the rundown on Camille’s sexual preferences and limits.
My cock is swelling and my knot aching by the time she’sdone, making me clasp my hands in front of my crotch so my coworker doesn’t get an eyeful of the tent in my sweatpants. I don’t need gossip about how big my dick is to accompany all the other things people will say about me after this is over.
“The most important thing to remember is if she tells you to stop, you stop. Otherwise, you’re in excellent hands with Jackson. He’s a pro,” Daisy says as she leads me to a nondescript door.
