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Chapter Five: Heat Wave

Bucky and I talked a little bit more about lighter subjects to pass the time until I felt the heat again.

Mostly we talked above movies and books we liked.

I turned my head where it rested on his chest and propped it up a little on my hand to see his face better. "Tell me more about your life before you enlisted."

"I've told you plenty, doll." He deflected easily.

"Please?" I had no shame about glossing up my eyes to create the desired 'sad eyes' effect.

"Alright, if you're gonna be so nosy." Bucky sighed dramatically, making me giggle.

I poked his side in answer.

He stroked a warm palm down my arm, his eyes far away. "Back in the states, in Brooklyn, there's this little punk I shared an apartment with. A little guy, I'm talkin' smaller than you or anyone else I've known. He has a lot of health problems and he gets sick a lot, no matter what we do. He still tries to work, stand up to bullies and his dream is to join the army, like I did."

"What's his name? Did he get to join?" I asked, the soft hearted part of me rooting for the little guy.

"Stevie. Well, that's what I call him, anyway, it drives him up up the creek." He replied, chuckling with a fond twinkle in his eyes. They darkened a bit a moment later. "No, he wasn't able to join. The docs never cleared him, all his health issues and that."

I rubbed a hand over his chest. "I'm sorry."

He was quiet for a little while, and then I felt it.

My blood began to heat up.

It wouldn't be long, now.

My prediction ran true.

Not an hour later, the heat returned with a vengeance, coursing through my entire body and reducing my mind to hormone riddled mush.

A low growl beneath my ear informed me that my alpha could smell me. The sound sent a wave of need shorting through my veins and straight into my core, immediately causing moisture to pool in preparation for him.

I needed my alpha.

He surprised me by rolling me over flat on my back and shoving my legs apart, baring me to him completely. A gush of fresh wetness joined the moisture already pooled in my sex. I liked when he got like this, a bit rough-dominant-but still conscious of my safety.

I moaned when I was yanked to a spot more suitable for what my alpha had planned for me next.

"You like that?" Bucky growled, roughly inserting two fingers into me and immediately pumping them in a medium pace. I cried out, arching my back to grind down on his hand. "You love it when I own your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, alpha." I groaned, inhaling sharply when he flicked my clit with his thumb a few times rapidly as a reward.

"Mmm. You smell delicious." He said, his voice changing into a tone that made me shiver. I whispered in protest when he withdrew his fingers, instead circling my clit in teasing movements. "I'll bet you taste even better."

It was all the warning I received before his mouth dove downward, then proceeded to literally eat me out like a starving man.

I lost my mind with the pleasure, my hands twisting and tearing at the mattress, my mouth shouting a mixture of mindless babble and his name.

My climax was swift and devastating, stringing me out like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

I panted, my lungs slowly returning to their normal level of function and my racing heart threatening to beat out of my chest.

Once the fog in my mind cleared only one thought remained.

I needed him inside me.

Now.

I didn't waste any time.

I swung a leg over him until I straddled him, taking him in my hand and stroking him, admiring the length and width of him. I lined him up with the part of me that needed him most and slowly sank down onto him, every part of me rejoicing as he filled me.

Bucky allowed me a moment to adjust to the stretch, but only a moment. He grasped both of my hips in his callousness hands and thrust up into me, setting a fast, desperate pace. I dug my nails into the flesh of his chest, drawing little crescents of blood as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside me. My cry of surprised pleasure was met with another growl that made my core clench.

As the pace became faster and harder, his growls and snarls becoming more frequent, all I could do was keep my hands braced and let the unyielding assault of pleasure sweep me away.

The second climax was no less devastating than the first, but my alphas knot pressed against every sensitive spot I had as my walls clenched around him, stretching me to my limit and locking us together.

I collapsed on Bucky's chest, trembling and exhausted. He stroked a hand down my back soothingly.

"Good girl. Rest now." He murmured, nuzzling my temple with his chin.

I obeyed, allowing sleep to consume me.

The rest of the days of my heat held this pattern. Bucky and I would talk a bit until I felt the lust, we'd have mind blowing sex, he'd knot, and then we'd sleep it off.

Everything changed, once the last round had passed.