Page 21 of Cleat Heat

He weaves this way and that so quickly that it makes my head spin. There is no way I could find my way out of this maze, even if I wanted to—which I absolutely don’t. He finally screeches to a halt outside a sturdy door and produces a key from his pocket, which he shoves forcefully into the lock.

His eyes shine with excitement, and my core pulses in answer as we push our way through the door. The incredible orgasm Dash gave me in the car certainly helped calm the heat boiling within me, but it’s still there, simmering just under the surface.

The room is pitch-black as Ty shuts the door behind us, but the thick musk of sweat combined with all of my Alphas’ scents has my mouth watering and my body becoming restless. What is this place?

Squinting, I try to peer around, but the inky blackness surrounding us gives away absolutely nothing. Yet, Ty walks confidently through the space, unconcerned.

Unable to take it anymore, I ask, “Where are we?”

Ty chuckles, the vibrations in his chest sending warmth fluttering through my body, heating my skin. The dress I’m wearing becomes impossibly tight, the soft material suddenly scratchy, and I’m ready to begin clawing at it when he abruptly sets me down on a smooth, cool surface.

“Relax, baby girl, I just wanted a minute with you,” he rasps, gripping my leg tightly in one hand. This possessive move should scare me. But with him, it just feels so right. Almost soothing.

“And I can’t see you while we enjoy that minute?” I quip, and he gives my thigh a gentle squeeze. His rum punch scent envelops me, and my nipples tighten to aching needy points that only his attention can soothe. There’s a pop sound followed by a clang directly below me, and a small light filters out, illuminating his shoes and pants.

“Nope,” he banters back, “Might give away our location, and then I’d have to share you.”

“Sharing is caring,” I crack, wiggling curiously as he bends down toward the little light.

“Okay, so we have blue, red, yellow, and orange Gatorade. Which do you want, Vivi?” he asks, and it takes my mind a moment to process the rapid change of conversation.

“Ummmm… red, I guess? But I’m not thirsty,” I say, as my mouth goes dry, making me a complete and utter liar. He pulls out two red bottles, popping the tops before giving one to me.

“Drink up, little omega, you’re just about in heat, and I’m going to take care of you,” he promises. His words strike me right in the heart, bringing a tear to my eyes. Raising the cool plastic to my lips, I tip it back and take a big gulp. Quickly guzzling the sweet juice as I realize just how thirsty I am.

Ty’s warm, calloused thumb rubs gentle circles on my inner thigh, causing goosebumps to rise along my legs. His motion both soothes and arouses me as we sit silently in the darkness. There’s something on the tip of his tongue, a question he desperately wants to ask. His lips open and close a few times, as though he doesn’t know quite how to speak about his feelings.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” I promise in a hushed tone, trying my best not to break the moment between us. His circling thumb moves higher along my leg, and the anticipation builds between us as I spread my thighs wider, giving consent with my body.

“I… I just… fuck… I’m sorry about before. At your apartment,” he rasps out, his voice thick with tension. Now I’m truly perplexed, searching for something he should be sorry about and coming up empty. Thankfully, he continues.

“I didn’t realize you weren’t ready for me to touch you, taste you. Never would have done that. I’ve never taken from someone without their consent, and I… Fuck. I don’t know how to make that okay. The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me. I’m gonna clear out so Dash and Fox can help you with this heat.” He pushes out the rest, his regret hanging heavy in the air, and without any hesitation, I reach for him. My instinct to soothe my Alpha reaches new heights, and I take in this man. This good man. Under all the jokes and green hair, he truly cares, and I feel his worry in my soul.

Pitch-black surrounds us, but my instincts know exactly where he is as I cup his face—bringing his lips to mine in the tenderest of kisses. His hand remains heavy on my thigh, causing more slick to pour from me, perfuming the air between us and making it impossible to hide how much I want him. Grabbing him, I bring his fingers to my core, pressing him against the heat between my legs. A soft purr comes from my chest, surprising the both of us.

Well, that’s new.

“Ty, I wanted everything you did,” I say and continue to purr. “If you leave, I’ll be crushed. You never made me feel afraid. I was scared of my reaction to all of you. I’ve never felt so needy, so out of control…”

At my words, his fingers gently touch my outer lips, spreading my slick over my aching pussy. My body warms to epic proportions, and I hastily lean backward, my hands slamming onto the smooth countertop so I can tilt my hips and open myself to him. My clit is on fire, and my nipples rub against the dress that I want to tear off.

Taking in little gasps of air, I almost sob as his fingers part my folds, gathering my arousal and moving with excruciating slowness to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Ty taps it with his thumb before beginning to work me in rhythmic circles. I desperately push against him to increase the pressure.

“You want me to make this pussy feel better, baby girl?” he rumbles, but there is still a hint of vulnerability in his voice that needs to be dealt with.

“Make me feel good, Alpha,” I beg, and that shatters his control. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me off the counter, and I cry out at the swift denial of the orgasm I was chasing. But before I can get too worked up, he lowers me onto some kind of long bench.

What the heck is this room?

My legs spread wide, falling to either side of it, my toes barely touching the floor as he lays me on my back.

“Gonna taste this pussy. Need you to come all over my tongue. Can you do that for me, omega?” he growls and slick gushes all over the bench in response.

“Please. Alpha. Please,” I cry, wanting that more than anything in the world.

All around me, the inky black presses in, and I can’t focus on anything except the intense pulses of my core begging to be filled.

A loud thump echoes in the quiet space as he drops his knees to the floor, and I jump when his hands grasp my hips tightly, pulling me toward the edge of the bench. The material slides across my back, eliciting a moan that quickly turns into a scream of ecstasy when his tongue laps a strip up my slit.

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