Page 24 of Fallen Omega

Is this part of being in heat without the drugs?

Panic claws at me, and I can’t breathe. He takes my arm and helps me up, and he drags me across the room. Things get darker and then a door thumps and cool, fresh air washes over me. I stagger back, hitting something solid.

“What…?”

“It’s okay, baby,” Jake says, gathering me to him. “I’ve got you.”

I cling, and he rubs my back and the booming beat of his heart is against my ear. And my thigh’s warm, he’s rubbing that too, sliding his hand up and around.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

He takes his hand from my back and kicks out one of my feet. I pitch sideways, grabbing him as Jake pushes me into the wall. “Helping you, baby, making you feel good. You don’t want that nasty, nasty pain by denying your nature. You’re made to fuck an alpha. I’m made to fuck and knot. I bet you’re wet, releasing slick everywhere for me.”

His words flow through me with a weird base pleasure. And need beats hard even as revulsion thrums inside me at the same time.

“No…”

He laughs. “Yes.”

His fingers push up at my panties, and a wild throb races through me. He groans low, grabbing my face and plundering my mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss. His fingers rub my panties.

I wrench my head away and start pushing him. “I don’twant to.”

“Slower? We can take it slow. You’re sweet, baby, so fucking sweet. And I’ll protect you.”

He’s still rubbing my pussy, over my panties and my heart’s wild in the wrong ways. Panic fights the sluggishness, the darkness that keeps sweeping in. I push at him and try to run.

Jake pulls his hand from my covered pussy and clamps down on my thigh, making me cry out.

He kisses me softly and it’s all saliva, all tongue. I start to make strange sounds, sobbing like a wounded animal.

This is my first kiss.

I don’t want to kiss this man. I don’t want him touching me. But even as I try to fight him, I sink into the darkness, and he starts to stroke my thigh.

“Out here will do. Open those legs, baby.”

He pushes and my foot skitters wide. I feel a breeze across my core. Then his hand’s there, cupping me.

“No, no, stop, please,” I cry. “I don’t…I don’t want you, please,please stop.”

Jake punches me and stars explode. The pain’s a momentary relief from the storm inside, and my head hits the wall, sending another burst of agony through me.

The world pulsates, and I can taste coppery wetness in my mouth.

He hauls me against him, teeth grazing my skin.

“Don’t.” The word pushes free. My lips are numb, the syllable thick in the air like it both belongs to me and doesn’t.

He tries to bite me this time, mouth open, and coming for my throat.

It takes strength I never knew I had to move my leaden limbs, to lift my hand to hit him.

But the strike’s weak. It bounces off him.

He laughs. “I was going to claim you, then take you, but I think I’ll have my fill first. A taste.”

“No.” I move my head, hitting his withmine.

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