“I took one an hour ago,” I confirmed. “But this, like, never happens to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, my heat is never like this. Ever. I’m kind of… Lost.”
“Take another one,” he ordered, shaking a pill out into his palm and handing it to me. I swallowed it with a sip of tap water. I didn’t usually need more than one at a time, but this was so different. “You understand that as an alpha, I have an obligation not to take advantage of an omega in heat.”
“I know, but…” Swallowing, I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. “You wouldn’t be. Taking advantage of me, I mean. I’m not a child.”
“I know you aren’t,” he said firmly. “But if you aren’t in control of your decisions, then it’s wrong for us to do anything.”
“But it’s not like I didn’t want you yesterday. When I wasn’t… You know.” I gestured to myself, but he seemed to understand what I meant. “And… I know you want me, too.” It was the last reasoning I could cling to. If he turned me down now, I’d die of embarrassment. If I didn’t die of horniness first.
His laugh came out in a rasp. “That was never up for debate, sweet boy. No one has ever intrigued me the way you do, from the moment I laid eyes on you.” It was hard for me to believe, but every cell in my body wanted to trust that it was the truth.
He was moving toward me now. My breath started coming out harshly, excitement and nerves and scorching desire seizing me more with each step he took.
“You’ll tell me to stop if you change your mind?” He asked, already pulling his tie out from his collar.
“Yes,” I promised. Practically ripping my shirt over my head, I threw it somewhere behind me.
When he finally reached me, I wound my arms around his neck, letting out a small moan when I was picked up effortlessly. My legs clamped around his waist and I couldn’t stop myself from nuzzling his jaw, pressing kisses there. The texture of his rough stubble against my lips ignited me even more, and I couldn’t help but grind my hips forward against his torso.
“I don’t want to mess your nice suit up,” I whispered, gasping as my back was pressed against a cool wall. Compared to my burning skin, it was like ice. My desperation was peaking now. The sensation of being picked up like a doll was deliciously addictive. His size and strength, the way he used them, it was so sexy.
“Don’t worry about that,” Karter said, kneading my ass. His hands were so big. “I can be out of this the moment you’re ready for me to be inside you.”
“Um, yeah, that’s pretty much right now. You can tease me or romance me or whatever else later, but I just need you to fuck me.Now.”
“There’s no need to beg me. I won’t deny you anything,” he promised, shifting so he was supporting me with one hand, pushing open the door to our left with the other.
“Oh, wait!” The words tumbled out once my lust-hazed brain realized what he was doing, but it was too late. The door opened, revealing a cluttered room with posters of superheroes on the walls and action figures on the shelves. My heart stopped for a moment, panic coursing through me. I hadn’t planned on this yet. Would Karter be pissed at me for not telling him the truth? And why the hell was this happeningnow?
Tilting his head, he eyed the juvenile setting before us. “I’m willing to accept some quirks, Cameron, but I don’t think I can fuck you on this bed.” It was tiny, and the frame was styled to look like a flaming racecar, wheels and all. Groaning lightly, I let my forehead fall onto his broad shoulder.
“This isn’t my room, Karter. It’s Ty’s.”
“But this apartment just has the one bedroom, doesn’t it?”
“This is the only bedroom,” I confirmed.
“Does your brother live here?”
Inhaling a deep breath, I did my best to ignore the insistent throbbing in my body. Nothing more fun than trying to have aserious conversation with a boner. “Ty isn’t my brother. He’s my son. The room is his, and I sleep on the couch.”
“Your son.” He repeated the words like he didn’t understand them at first, but he looked thoughtful. The silence was agonizing. Only 30 seconds earlier, I’d felt so secure and treasured in his arms, and now I just wanted to wiggle out of his grip and die in a corner. “That explains a lot.”
He didn’t sound angry. He didn’t even really sound that shocked. His calm tone helped assuage some of my panic.
“You aren’t upset?” I finally asked. I couldn’t take the uncertainty.
When he realized that I was waiting for a negative reaction, he reached up with his free hand to pet over my hair. Even though the touch was completely innocent, it felt so good I wanted to moan.
“Of course I’m not. I’m surprised, I’ll admit, only because you’re so young.” The corner of his mouth perked up a bit with his next words. “But it’s interesting. Baby boy has a baby boy. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Does it… Turn you off?” I couldn’t help but ask. I wouldn’t have blamed him or resented him for it. But the idea that he would lose interest in me punched a metaphorical hole in my gut.
“Turn me off?” He shook his head at my question, furrowing his brow. Leaning forward, he touched his forehead to mine. The sweet tenderness in the gesture, despite that my legs were clamped around him, turned my heart inside out. “You have so many facets, Cameron. You’ve gone through so much already, it makes me want to hide you away from everyone and everything.”