Derek yanked anything he could his hands on free in his hamper with a single thought: help Chloe, help Omega. Omega needs you.
Kit stood in the doorway, his mouth thin, his eyes dark and concerned and heavy.
"Chloe's been bitten," was all Derek said.
"I know. Lauren explained to me. Are you sure this is really necessary?" Kit slid closer. "I mean, Chloe's young, and—"
"You don't get it. You've never felt like you've been doused in acid. Like you're on fire, and nothing can help except someone else's touch. Your brain's screaming at you, and you feel like you're in someone else's body." He pulled the comforter from his bed and gathered it into his hamper.
"So yeah, fucking ask me if it's really necessary when she's going mad from pain that you can't even imagine?" He glowered. "Just…leave. Sorry I'm not your real kid."
Kit made a choked noise and backed up. "I never said that—"
Derek's voice was a low, alpha-timbre snarl, conveying all his anger. "Get. Out." Again Kit had shown his hand, reminding Derek painfully that he wasn't Kit's son. That he was a family pet, not a real boy, something dangerous to be watchful about.
Kit looked ready to argue but took one glance into Derek's face and relented, disappearing down the hall. The front door slammed shut, and everything was quiet except for Chloe's moans.
Derek pushed away the all too familiar feelings of inadequacy, alienation, and hurt aside in favor of focusing on the predicament at hand. Blood whooshed in his ears as his heart sped up when he caught a note of Chloe's scent. She normally smelled like the green apple shampoo she'd used since they met, but now she smelled like ripe, ripe Omega in heat. She smelled like sweat and slick, and it made his head swim.
On unsteady feet, he dragged his pile of nest materials down the hall, his sweaty feet sticking to the waxed floorboards. On the way, he stopped in the bathroom to grab the box of condoms Simon bought when he thought his dates would go further than they actually did and continued.
He slowed as he got outside of Chloe's door, hearing her little whimpers and cries, the half-dazed whispers of "alpha, alpha, alpha" like a mantra. The scent of her was so strong, he was dizzy with it and he pushed it aside, clenching his jaw.
Enough, he thought and pushed open the door. The sight rooted him for a second.
The swaying curtain of sweaty hair hiding her undoubtedly pleasure-twisted face, her back arched, her hips rocking as she pleasured herself. The sound of her fingers working through the slick was loud and delicious, and he felt a primal hunger rise up, licking at him.
Omega—Omega's in heat. Take her. Knot her. Bite her. His cock was rock-hard, painful, throbbing in his sweatpants as he stood there, watching her. Her body moved like water, rising and falling, the bed shaking, as she came, toes curling, clawing her nest, with a whimper. Exhausted, she fell onto her front with a little thump, her eyes falling shut.
She lay still and quiet, the only reassurance the rise and fall of her shoulder blades, and then she cracked an eye open, looking straight at him.
A jolt raced through him like branches of lightning, and he knew he looked like a dumbass standing there, wide-eyed, his sweats and the hem of his T-shirt tented.
"Alpha." That was all she said. That was all she needed to say.
The sound of her voice—lust-slurred and throaty—hit him below the belt as he shut the door, hurried across the room, and dumped his things onto her.
She purred with happiness as she rolled onto her back and, through the gaps of clothing and comforter, he saw everything. Her petite, high breasts flushed pink and topped with hard, cherry-red nipples. The soft, gentle curve of her belly dipped as it transformed into the slick-wet thatch of downy, blonde pubic hair.
He was so utterly fucked.
Chloe sat up, her eyes trained on him, and opened her arms. He tried not to stare at her—he really did, but he was only human, and this was the girl of his dreams, his mate, and the room smelled like her. So he was weak, so very weak, as she caught his hand and pulled him down on top of her, wiggling incessantly against him. Her legs closed around his hips as her pussy left a smear.
"You smell…good," she murmured as her hands delved beneath his shirt and shoved it over his head, ruffling his hair.
Embarrassed heat rose into his face as he sat back, uncertain of how to explain things and feeling shy of his physique. Unlike Simon who rangy and lean, Derek had packed on the stocky but still soft muscle since he hit puberty—and never stopped. Did she think he looked alpha enough? Or was she grossed out by the chest hair and the unruly pleasure trail—Every worry ground to a halt when she leaned up and started kissing along his neck and rubbing her hands across his skin.
He moaned softly, and she purred happily.
No, he needed to tell her—to ask her, before it took over her mind completely. Gently, he pushed her away and stared into her clear blue eyes.
Think of it like a science project. Nothing shameful. Nothing embarrassing.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to. You feel hot and fuzzy and aroused, to the point you wanna claw your skin off, right?"
When she blushed so pretty and nodded, he relaxed slightly.
"You're in heat. Every supernatural has its own version, and it's basically like animals. That's why you're so…aroused."
"And it only goes away with sex?" she guessed, taking one look at his bright red face.
It's just wolf biology, he reassured himself and swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. He balled his hands into fists. "Yeah. It—it helps. You can go alone with toys and stuff, but it's like…a small snack instead of dinner. We don't—I've never had sex, with anyone, and I—"
She laid a hand on his thigh and scooted closer, knee pressing into his hip. She was so close, he could smell her. And she smelled so, so good—omega and slick and sweat and heat. "I've never had sex either, Derek, but if it's you?" A wry smile touched her red mouth.
"It's supposed to be something special, not—not when you're—"
"Derek, look at me. Please?"
He obeyed and stared into the depths of her blue, blue eyes, so wide and large, so trusting and full of strength. "I trust you. It'll be special because it'll be with you, wolf fever or not. I know you'll take care of me better than anyone else would, so yes, Derek, I want this."
"Are you—are you sure?" His voice cracked as she slid her hand into his lap, brushing his erection with her forearm, and curled her fingers around his. Squeezed gently.
"I won't bite you, no matter what you say. Biting is permanent bonding, and I won't—I can't do that to you." He held her eyes. "Maybe, some day, if you want, but not right now."
"Understandable. We'll talk about that more when I'm not" —she waved down her naked body— "but really, I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I do…have a small request, a favor." She pursed her lips.
"Depends on what the favor is. I can't buy you a car."
She smiled and leaned in, her heat seeping through his sweats. "Can I kiss you? Before I go under? I've never kissed anyone, and I want to. With you."
Hear tin his throat, he nodded and leaned in, hands cupping her sweaty face. All he could hear was the thump, thump, thump of his pulse rapidly fluttering in his ears and hammering in his throat as she leaned into his touch not unlike a cat, her eyes falling shut, her shiny, damp mouth pursed slightly. He hesitated, staring at her for a minute, cataloging every detail about her—the freckles, the sparse brows, the fluttery eyelashes, the flush that had colored her entire body it seemed—before he kissed her.
The kiss was soft, careful, gentle.
Fuck, did she taste good. Like green apples and honey and vanilla and everything sweet. His mind screamed mine, mine, Omega's mine, so sweet for me, so ripe, mine, bite, bite Omega, mate Omega as she whimpered, the sound spilling between their lips, and slid into his lap. He whined quietly, unable to stop himself, at the sensation of her bare skin making his stomach flip over.
Her breasts, her hard nipples pressed against his chest. Her hands curled into his hair and pulled, and it sent a jolt down to his groin, his hips jerking.
She rocked against him, shifting, her bare pussy grinding against his sensitive cock, and he groaned, the sound pushing into her mouth. She leaned back, eyes glittering, and whined for him. "Derek."
He kissed her throat, sucking and licking, drinking in all of her crying and moaning. Her scent changed and deepened, overflowing with sea-brine arousal. His sweatpants were soaked in her slick, and he could smell it, strong and musky and heavenly, and it made his cock throb.
"Chloe."
She shuddered in his grasp as his mouth found hers again, kissing her harder than he'd meant, but her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her hips canting, told him she didn't mind. Her legs splayed wider as she rocked her hips, pushing into him. The smell of her pussy made him dizzy and he felt like his heart was going to implode.
"Smell good," he heard himself murmured again and again as he kissed every inch of sweaty, freckled skin he could reach. All over her chest and shoulders and the underside of her chin. Each time he did, she swore and wiggled, pushing him away and pulling him close and back again.
"You're so good. You smell like—fuck, Chloe, I could drink—" He broke off the words and grunted as she arched her back. The next kiss was deep and sloppy, spit dribbling between them, tongues thick in each other's mouths, and his hands shook as he reached around and squeezed her ass gently.
She let out a sound between a curse and moan, her eyes squeezing shut, as she jolted. "More, Alpha, more. Please. Need you—need you." Her voice was raspy and slurred, her face ruddy, eyes unfocused and hungry, pupils blown wide.
They broke apart long enough for him to push down his sweatpants and underwear, and she didn't give him any time to feel self-conscious about his nudity. She laid back on the bed, spread her legs, and slid a hand between. The squelching sound of her slick made him almost lose his mind and fuck her hard.
Condom.
He grabbed the box, ripped one free, opened the package, and unrolled it over his cock, shuddering at the sensation and sensitivity. He joined her on the bed and settled himself between her thighs, drinking her in.
Her hair spilling across the pillow. Her eyes, half-lidded and adoring, gazing at him. The flush that colored most of her body. Her parted mouth shiny with spit from their kisses. This girl, this wonderful, delicious Omega, was his.
Derek bracketed an arm on either side of her head and met her eyes as the musky, overwhelming scent of her arousal fogged the air. He drew a deep breath and used the river of slick to lube himself up and then, for extra measure, found the bottle of half-used lube in her nightstand drawer.
She watched him. "Please," she said. "Please, please—need—need Alpha—Alpha, get—inside, now—Alpha!" she cried out before her words dissolved into half-baked pleading and whimpers.
He stroked his cock a few times before getting into position, staring down at her puffy, pink pussy, her hard little clit, her heaving breasts. The head of his cock pressed into the hot entrance, and he moaned loudly as she panted.
"Now, now, now, Alpha." She clawed at his shoulder and tried to push her pussy down the length of him, a guttural moan escaping her as she did so. The sting of her nails in his skin only heightened his arousal.
Slowly, eyes locked on her face, he pushed into her.
