Page 36 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

“It’s okay.”

“It hurts,” she moaned. “Why does it hurt all of a sudden? Am I dying? I thought you said I was going to be ok.”

“You’re probably having a little practice heat, sweetheart.” I tried to stay calm for her, my alpha rioting that she was in pain. He screamed at me to fix this. There was nothing to fix though.

It would pass.

The doctor said that her body probably couldn’t handle real heat for a while yet. She was too small. Too delicate.

We were going to have to call Allison again and risk the blood panel if she continued like this and we didn’t call Omega Services. Then we could at least see if her body was preparing to go into heat even if the rest of her sure as hell shouldn’t be. There had to be something that could be done for these kinds of situations.

“No no no.”

“Shh. It’s okay. It will pass.” It should pass anyway. It didn’t matter, already I could smell her perfuming, making me hard enough that I had to force myself not to unconsciously adjust myself in my pants.

Fuck.

This was much different from what had happened the other day when Marko brought her home to the house and I was reacting.

“Please,” she groaned. Stands of blond hair fell forward over her face as she gripped her pillows.

Another minute passed. Then, another. She still was over, body tense and pained.

My alpha roared, nearly forcing me to grab her, help her– rut her.

Now. Now. Help her NOW.

“Touch yourself.” I nearly yelled, keeping my voice just in check.

“What?” Her eyes popped open in horror. It looked like for once Cal was dating someone with at least a little self-decency. Had to admit, I was surprised. “I- I can’t– won't...”

“It will help.” Or it would send her into a full-blown heat.

Either or, I supposed since this doctor didn’t know the difference between mini-heats and what looked like the real deal. Because this looked like the real fucking deal to me.

“Please, darling, you can do it,” I said soothingly. Her pupils were blown as she took in a deep breath, her omega riding her hard.

She shook and not just from the need anymore. Ella was terrified.

“It’s okay. I promised I’d keep you safe. That hasn’t changed, I’m not going to touch you. You are going to touch you right now.”

After a second, she nodded, her hands dripping each other sliding down between her legs, fingers shaking as she tried to free the button on her pants.

Dear lord, I had the strength of ten alphas right now as I watched her shimmy them past her knees.

I wanted to rip them off.

“That’s good,” I whispered. “Now just slide your hand down between your legs.”

Hesitating for a moment, her hand slid down, starting between her breasts before trailing between her legs where I caught a flash of simple white panties under the hem of her shirt. Pushing aside her underwear, I smelled a fresh burst of vanilla and springtime.

“Feel how wet you are, darling.” I started to narrate before I could help myself. I did it all the time with Cal, just to torture him a bit. This was different. “Just touch yourself nice and slow and find where it feels good.”

Ella closed her eyes, biting her lip.

“That’s it.”

“I can’t,” she cried. She immediately pulled her hand away from herself. Tears rimmed her eyes, one slipping down her cheek as she turned towards me. “Can’t do it.”

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