Page 14 of The Heat of Us

“Ivan.” My grandma’s soft protest pierced through me.

She hated it when we fought.

“Are you comparing your soft desk boy work to what I do on the site, son?”

His brawnier bulk pressed against mine. Not that that was much of a feat. We’d always been physically unmatched. Skinnier, weaker, lesser. The crush of his natural dominance was a boot to my spine, smothering and humiliating.

“No. I’ll go now.”

He released me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at my grandma’s face. “Get me a slab of beer too,” he added, turning back to his bowl.

I wondered when I would stop paying for the crime of being an inferior beta son to an alpha father.

5

HAZEL

“Oh, you’re in for it now, Zelly!”

I screeched as I ran, each step sinking into soft sand. It was utterly futile — Adrian was so much taller, faster, stronger than I was. Cold, wet arms encircled my waist and his familiar rain scent enveloped me.

“Think it’s funny dumping a bucket of seawater on me?” He kissed my neck once. I caught his sharp inhale before he dove in again like he was starving for me, hands wandering.

“I’m SO sorry,” I moaned, pushing back against him and feeling his growing hardness against me. “I’ve definitely learnt my lesson and I will never, ever do it again.”

Adrian’s big step accidentally tangled with my small one and we fell on the sand with a squealing laugh. My breath was knocked from my lungs as he landed on top of me.

“Adrian, get off me you big lug,” I laughed.

His weight only got heavier.

“Adrian, you’re hurting me.” I squirmed beneath him. I managed to leverage my awkwardly twisted palm underneath his chin and pushed. His head flopped to one side, and I turned to see his ashen face, hollowed-out eye sockets and skin fused over where his mouth should be and I screamed and screamed.

I jerked awake, heart hammering at the column of my throat. Sheets stuck to my clammy skin. I immediately reached for my phone like I always did.

3:37am.

Not the worst night’s sleep I’d had, but not great either.

I threw the covers off and made my way over to my wardrobe, leaving a trail of pyjamas on the floor. Sports bra, leggings, jacket zipped up over the top. My hair went up into a high ponytail and scent-neutralising spray applied. I crossed the road to the 24 hour gym, the city a shade of its daylight self.

I put my body through squats, lunges and deadlifts until my muscles screamed with effort. Then I ran until my legs felt like jelly beneath me. Despite my careful efforts to wipe down all the equipment, my scent still clung to the porous handles and rubber mats. I glanced at the large digital clock on the wall. The cleaners would be in soon, erasing every trace of me.

I trudged back home and scalded my skin pink underneath a blistering hot shower. Then collapsed back into my nest and lay there, scrolling aimlessly on my phone until it was acceptable to start the day.

I couldn’t really deny it any longer. I’d been monitoring my OmegaFans profile and one thing was clear.

My subscribers were feral for my collab with Ryder.

We’d dropped our videos at exactly the same time — him with the POV blowjob and me having my ass spanked and pussy eaten.

Ryder’s fans had never seen him cum so much before. Considering how much real estate he had to cover on my tits, this was a pretty accurate assessment to be fair. And my fans were obsessed with the noises he got out of me stating they’d never heard me come like that. Which was also accurate but mildly annoying.

And they were dying to see us fuck.

The tips absolutely rolled in and our inboxes were inundated.

You’re so fucking hot when you come.

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