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Chapter Eleven
~Arlo~
Haven took the edge off, but I must be closer to my heat than I thought, because another spike hit me only a few hours after she left. She came back to my room after Reese went to bed to apologize about the drugs; she said Reese flushed them, that he thinks I’m a pill addict now. So that’s something else for me to deal with tomorrow.
In the meantime, I have to get myself through another spike.
One minute I’m rubbing one out, trying to take the edge off, and the next, Reese is standing in front of me, staring at me like he has no idea who I am.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Reese growls, closing the door behind him. He’s overwhelming in my small room, his body hot and alive, and that alpha smell…
Oh no. He’s not the only one with a strong scent.
I watch in horror as Reese breathes in deeply, his dark eyes glinting as his pupils dilate. “Omega?”
“No…” I say, shaking my head. I stand up, trying to pull up my pants and put my dick away, but he grabs me around the throat and spins me around, pushing me face-first against the wall. He grinds his nose into the side of my face, his lips parted in a snarl.
“Is that what those fucking drugs were for? That might have fooled me for a while, but you’d never make it through a heat without me noticing. I still hate you, I’ll never forgive you… butfuckyou smell good.”
My heart pounds as I struggle against his grip. My chest is pressed against the wall, and his body is pinning me in place. I can’t see him, but I can smell him, hear him, and that’s enough to have me on the verge of dying with need. His hand trails along one cheek of my naked ass, and I think I might pass out.
“Stay still, omega,” Reese says, his voice vibrating with alpha presence.
I freeze instantly; it’s the first time anyone has ever called me ‘omega,’ and I’m ashamed to admit that it turns me on. I stifle a moan as his rough tongue flicks out and runs over the shell of my ear. I can feel the slick starting, my asshole readying itself for an alpha knot. A cramp makes me shudder; I think I might die if he doesn’t fill me up.
I struggle slightly, and he tightens his grip ever so slightly. I let out an omega whimper, and he curses under his breath.
“Why were you hiding this from me, Arlo, huh? Did you think a feral like me couldn’t stop myself if I knew what you were?”
I grit my teeth, shaking my head. “I didn’t tell you because it’s none of your fucking business,” I rasp.
“I’d watch your tone with me, omega. Because based on your scent?” He breathes in deeply and lets out a shuddering breath. “Baby, I’m guessing you’re on the edge of your heat. And that means you need me. You need my knot. And I know all about giving people what they need.”
“Fuck you, Reese,” I pant.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Reese’s hand reaches around and finds my cock, and I feel my knees give ever so slightly. He holds me up by my throat as he pumps his fist up and down my shaft, his breath in my ear.
“I don’t want you,” I reply weakly, staring at the blank wall in front of me as he grips me tighter.
Reese chuckles. “I heard you say my name from outside the door, Arlo. I heard you whimper for me with your hand right here.” He moves his hand up and down in brutal strokes, and my eyes roll back in my head for a moment. “You like that, Arlo?”
“No,” I grind out.
Reese lets out another dark laugh, but he drops his hands and steps back. “All right then,” he says in a low voice. “Turn around and tell me to my face.”
With my pants around my ankles, I turn to look at him, the man I’ve loved since I was fifteen. I can still remember the disgust that was in his eyes all those years ago. The anger. The hate. I scan his expression now, looking for a trace of the Reese I knew back then. His pupils are black with desire, but there’s something cold about him; something unapproachable. Something feral. “I may want you, Reese, but it’s clear we’re not right for each other.”
Darkness flares in Reese’s eyes. “That’s for damn sure.”
Quick as a flash, he grabs hold of me, and his lips come down on mine. The kiss is aggressive, angry, and I’m shaking with desire. I grip the back of his head and kiss him back, biting and teasing while he slides his hand down my back. His fingers move over the split of my ass and he pressed deeper, touching me in the place I need the most.
I groan as his finger probes me. “Fuck, Arlo, you’re slick,” Reese pants, pushing deeper inside. He presses down on my prostate, and I almost collapse.
I try to struggle against him, but he just pushes deeper into me. Despite myself, another fucking omega whimper rises from my throat.
Reese groans, pumping his finger in and out of me. “You said my name, Arlo, when you were touching yourself. Why did you say my name? What were you picturing while you pumped your cock?”
“Haven,” I rasp.
