I lean forward and press the cloth to Sedona’s neck.
She shudders. A violent tremor runs through her body. Her back arches off the mattress.
“Cold,” she hisses.
“It’s helping,” I say. I run the cloth down her collarbone, across her shoulders.
I try to be clinical. I try to be a nurse. But touching her is torture. Her skin is damp, slippery. Every inch of her is calling to me.
I move the cloth lower, wiping the sweat from her chest. The T-shirt is soaked through. It clings to her breasts, outlining nipples that are hard and peaked.
I swallow.
I lift the sheet slightly to wipe her legs.
And I freeze.
Her cotton shorts are soaked, but it’s not sweat.
A glistening sheen of moisture coats her thighs. It’s slick, clear, and viscous, and it has soaked through the fabric of her shorts, turning the cotton transparent. It runs down the inside of her legs in rivulets, pooling on the sheet beneath her.
It looks like she has wet herself. But the smell is unmistakable.
It’s slick. Pure, unadulterated Omega slick.
The scent hits me like a sledgehammer. It’s potent, concentrated. It bypasses my nose and goes straight to my cock.
My pants tighten instantly. My mouth waters. My teeth ache, the canines throbbing with the urge to bite.
I close my eyes. I grip the edge of the mattress.
Control.I need control.
“What is it?” Clara asks from behind me. She can’t see what I see.
“Nothing,” I choke out. “She’s… she’s sweating a lot.”
I dip the cloth back in the water, my hands shaking. I have to clean her up. I have to make her comfortable.
I reach for the hem of her shorts and hesitate.
“Sedona,” I say. “I need to clean you up. Okay?”
She doesn’t answer. She just whimpers, turning her face into the pillow.
I take a breath. I pull the shorts down.
I try not to look. I try to be a doctor. But I see everything. The smooth skin of her hips. The patch of red curls between her legs.
The wetness glistening on her thighs.
I wipe the slick away with the wet cloth. The cool water makes her gasp. Her legs fall open, an instinctual invitation.
Her body is presenting, even in her fever state.
Take her,my instincts roar.Mount her. Fill her.
I bite the inside of my cheek. The copper taste of blood fills my mouth. It grounds me.
