I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had him. The scent in the chamber is a heady fusion of him and me rather than two distinct traces. I know it’s nighttime now, but I don’t know which night it is. I don’t know if it’s been one day or three since Jensen went into heat.
His eyes are bleary, his lips red and bitten. He’s on his hands and knees again, spread open for me.
“Please, alpha. I need more,” he says over and over.
Usually, when I see an omega this lost to heat, I feel a mild sense of concern and a strong sense of pity. I worry about whether it’s good for a person to leave civilization this far behind.
When I see Jensen like this, I don’t think anything like that. Seeing him like this is different. I know this is a good thing. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened, and what makes it so good is that I’m right here with him. I’m wild too. Raw. Rampant. Undone in every way that’s ever mattered.
32
Alfie
It’stakensomeconvincingand a lot of cajoling, but I’ve finally managed to get Jensen into an upright position and have successfully corralled him to the bathtub. I hold his hand to steady him as he steps into the water. He makes a face because it isn’t as cold as he’d like it.
“Give it a minute,” I tell him. While an ice bath may appeal to him, the bath I’ve drawn for him is several degrees cooler than his body temperature and will cool him down gradually while still soothing sore muscles.
“Mm,” he sighs as he sinks into the water, resting his glorious head against the edge of the tub.
I hand him a tall glass with a bendy straw, filled with lots of ice and an elixir that’s specifically designed to hydrate heat-stricken omegas.
He takes it from me suspiciously. “This better not be tea.”
Technically, it is tea. It’s a concoction made by infusing crushed flowers and dried leaves in boiling water, so it definitelymeets the definition of tea. It’s been allowed to cool though. And I’ve added a lot of honey and some electrolytes.
“It’s, um, it’s very sweet,” I explain. “And it’s not hot or milky at all.”
He groans softly and rolls his eyes at me, but he tilts his chin and takes the straw between his lips. He pretends to grimace for the first and second sip, but by the third, he’s fighting a smile. “I didn’t hate it,” he admits when he’s drained the glass, “but that’s only because I’m not myself right now.”
I take the glass from him, set it down, and then kneel on the bathmat beside him. I scoop handfuls of water and pour them onto the parts of his body that aren’t fully submerged.
I can’t wipe the smile off my face. I’m as happy as I’ve ever been seeing Jensen like this. Naked, and turned-out, and mine.
“I like you like this,” I say.
“Insanely horny and outside of myself?”
I chuckle and nod. “Something like that.”
He’s so gorgeous right now. His cheeks flushed, his eyes glossy and reflecting nothing but heated satisfaction and shadows of contentment. His lips are puffy, and his hole is too. His legs are spread open, and no matter how long I look at him, I can’t detect a hint of embarrassment. He’s as comfortable around me as I am around him.
“You,” he says, pointing at me unsteadily, “have fucked me rotten, sir, and guess what…?” His laugh is more of a cackle than usual, and there’s a distinctly unsober twang to it. I’d find it amusing if not for the fact that I’ve experienced a major glitch in brain rhythms from his casual use of the wordsir. “I haven’t hadnearlyenough.”
I know how he feels because I feel the same. “I haven’t had enough either, baby. I want more too. I want it so badly that, honestly, I’m starting to think I won’t ever get enough of you.”
He hums quietly, eyes sliding shut as the water takes effect. Neither of us speaks for a while, and I take my sweet time washing every inch of his body. He languidly offers me his limbs and giggles when I rub the sponge over the soles of his feet and under his arms. His laughter is different from the sound other people make when they’re happy. His laughter is pristine. A shiny, sparkling thing that exists for me. It means more to me than I can possibly say. More than I ever thought such a small thing could mean.
When he opens his eyes again, there’s a horny glint in them that stokes my desire. He spreads his legs a little more, deliberately drawing the action out until his knees are splayed against opposite sides of the bath and his hole is on full display.
My mind swims.
“Alpha,” he says, batting his lashes innocently. “My hole is lonely without you.” He pushes his bottom lip out ever so slightly. A naughty pout that makes me dizzy.
“A lonely hole,” I slur as blood rushes south. “No! We can’t have that.”
He takes my hand in his, considering it for a few seconds as his plan takes hold. Then he smirks at me mischievously and folds my ring and pinky fingers down, pinning them to my palm with my thumb. He raises my hand to his mouth thoughtfully before sucking my extended fingers into his mouth.
I let out a long, punctured sound.
