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“Christ, Artie, are you trying to freeze yourself to death?” Reaching behind me, she turned the temperature up and the sudden change made my skin prickle as sensation returned to it.
“It was helping,” I mumbled as the numbness that I’d managed to create began to fade and with it my perfume returned in earnest making both of us gasp. “See?”
Ciara’s hands slid down my chest and over my puckered nipples, drawing a needy noise out of me when she pulled them away.
I reached for her but her words stopped me. “Just give me a second to get out of these clothes and then I’ll give you what you need.”
And just like that the haze of my heat returned full force and I was lost to it as the sound of Ciara’s wet clothes hitting the tile of the shower floor filled my ears.
Chapter twenty-three
Artie’s citrusy perfume was cloying, almost suffocating as I pulled the brown athletic tank top I’d been wearing to practice over my head and threw it out of the shower.
Never before had I been in the presence of an omega that I was attracted to romantically while they were in heat.
It made me feel drunk as I stared down at his flushed face, my eyes falling again to his lips. I hadn’t realized how aggressive I’d been when we were kissing because they were swollen and red, making me want to mark him up even more.
I needed to try and keep a level head about this—when Wiz and I spoke about the possibility of joining Pack Santoro we’d never considered getting caught up in a heat unprepared.
But as I stood in front of Artie, I knew that forcing myself to leave him here when he was so needy and ready would feel like tearing bits of my own skin from my body.
Every instinct was riding me hard to kiss him—to possess him—and when my hands returned to his chest they immediately slid down the flat expanse until they reached what looked to be a painfully erect cock.
It was nearly purple as it strained upward, a steady drizzle of slick leaking from the tip.
Reaching for it, I wrapped my hand loosely around it and was surprised to find it soft and smooth aside from an inward divot at the base. It was like the opposite of a knot, and I realized with a jolt, that it was where a female alpha’s lock would slot in order to keep us stuck together.
Through the fuzz of Artie’s pheromones, I tried to remember everything I’d learned about male omegas when I was in school. I’d never interacted much with them as they were a bit rarer than female omegas, so I was almost at a loss with what to do.
“You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?” I asked, surprised to find that my words were a bit slurred, probably half-drunk on his scent.
Artie’s expression, which was pinched from my attention to his cock, pulled up into a tight smile. “There’s nothing you could do that I wouldn’t like.”
I let out a dry laugh. “What if I left right now?”
Artie’s face fell. “You wouldn’t do that would you?”
“At this point? I think I’d lose my mind if I left you right now,” I told him honestly before dropping to my knees in front of him and giving him a gentle shove until his back was up against the wall of the shower.
It wasn’t the most ideal place for our first time together and I needed to be careful to avoid getting a mouthful of water instead of what my true target was.
Other alphas always spoke about their omega’s slick with a reverence that always seemed a bit overblown and cheesy to me. All of the books said that, historically, slick was used as a form of nutrition for an alpha during a rut in the absence of other kinds of sustenance in the thick of an omega’s heat.
I wasn’t sure I ever believed them until I opened my mouth and my tongue darted out to taste it.
A moan of surprise left my mouth as more leaked out into my mouth.
It tasted good. That was the only way I could manage to describe it as it finally seemed to trigger the rut that had been hovering in the back of my brain ever since I walked into the changing room earlier.
All rational thought flew from my brain as I took him fully into my mouth, seeking more of that delicious taste.
Artie’s fingers dug into my wet hair, a groan of relief leaving him as I suckled.
I’d noticed how different he was during practice, his expression flushed and dazed as he went through the motions. His scent had been odd—more muted than it usually was and when he’d hurried off of the ice I’d known something was wrong with him.
A heat had been my last guess, but now as he babbled incoherently above me I could see that he’d been fighting through the discomfort—maybe for days—and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed sooner.
“I need—” he managed through gritted teeth as he gently pulled my head away from his length.
