Page 40 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
She gives me a weak, “Thank you,” as I help her sip the water, then she snuggles back into the blanket and falls asleep again.I leave her door open and head back to the kitchen, leaving the glass of water on her nightstand.
I have no idea if I need to call an ambulance, and I’m absolutely consumed with worry.
Matthew is with his family, and I don’t want to worry him when he’s so far away. And with Asher unreachable, there’s only one person I can think to call.
“Will!” Vaughn’s voice is jovial on the other end of the line. “What can I do for you?”
“Hey, Vaughn,” I start hesitantly. “My, um… I mean, there is an, uh…”Fuck, man, spit it out.“I have an Omega staying at the B&B and she’s sick, and I don’t know what to do.” The words fly from my lips.
Vaughn grows quiet, his demeanor going serious. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
I go through her symptoms and tell him about the chocolate scarfing.
“I’m going to ask a sensitive question,” he preambles. “Are the scent neutralizers working there?”
“Yes,” I tell him, looking right at the blinking lights of the one in the kitchen.
“Do you know if she’s gone anywhere recently and maybe had an encounter with an Alpha?”
I still my pacing, mouth opening and shutting before I whisper, “Yes.”
“Was it you?” Vaughn is too observant.
Another breathed response from me. “Yes. And… my pack brothers.”
“I think your Omega guest is experiencing a heat.” Vaughn pauses. “Violet wants to speak with you.”
There’s a shuffling on the other end of the line before Violet, Vaughn’s Omega wife, speaks. “Will? It’s Izzy, right?”
My head is nodding in response, but when my brain kicks in that she can’t see me, I tell her, “Yes. Izzy.”
“Listen to me, Will. Izzy needs you. YourOmeganeeds you. You can do this.”
When I don’t answer right away, she whispers through the phone, “You need to help Izzy. I believe in you.”
I blink a few times, brain processing.
Izzy is in heat. I’m one of her Alphas. She does need me.
“Okay.” My voice is distant. “I can do this.” My spine straightening, I say with a bit more force, “Thank you,” before ending the call and heading back upstairs.
The pounding in my chest increases the closer I get to Izzy’s door, and when I peer in, the bedside lamp is on, her water glass is empty, and she’s writhing on the bed, eyes shut tight.
Visions of my high school health class textbook flood my mind.
Read the Omega’s needs. Be assertive and comforting. Always say “Yes” unless it will lead to harm. The Omega is your only focus; your pleasure is secondary.
But what if I can’t be what Izzy needs? What if I’m not enough?
“Will!” Her voice is stronger, but her smile is still weak as those hazed eyes land on me in her doorway. Izzy’s hips gyrate beneath the blanket one time before she yanks it off and lets it fall to the floor. Her teeth sink into her lower lip, and I catch a faint whiff of her delicious lemon blossom scent as it rises and mixes with her arousal. There’s a clear wet spot on the mattress, right beneath her hips, that are only covered in a pair of blue cheeky shorts, her braless chest wrapped in a camisole, those nipples protruding from the white fabric. The sight of her alone makes my body shudder, my balls tightening as my cock stiffens.
I’m powerless as she climbs to her knees, slowly, runs her hands down her body, along her bare thighs, letting out a sigh. “Will… please… take that terrible thing out of the wall.” Shepoints at the scent neutralizer, its blue light flashing over and over. “It hurts.”
Those words tear rage from my soul, and I snarl at the thing that’s hurting my Omega as I pull it from the socket and crush it in my grasp.
The second I do, Izzy whines, her perfume blooming on the air, so strong I nearly choke on it. Something animal in my brain makes me slam her door shut before stalking to her bed, where I stand at the edge, looking down into her beautiful face.
She’s like an angel, those petal pink lips parted, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, the soaked cloth beneath her pussy, no longer able to contain her slick, as evidenced by the dripping along the inside of her thighs, the puddles on the mattress.
