Page 35 of Fever

“No. Did you nest, Leah?”

“Um, not exactly. Why?”

“Because the heat has come, and I’m done waiting.”

Chapter 12

Leah

We arrive at the Stronghold, and Sotay rushes us into the home. Immediately, as I walk in, heat boils in my lower belly, and I press my thighs together. Liquid slips between my folds anyway. “Uh-oh,” I say.

The door clicks closed, and I turn. Sotay watches me, a small smile playing on his face. “You want to know why I barely made it through dinner?”

Not really. Not anymore. I want nothing besides his body. I slip off my shoes and sigh with relief, curl my toes into the plush carpet.

Sotay purrs. “I see. Well, I’ll tell you anyway. I was annoyed for two reasons. One being I could sense your heat coming, and I wondered if I would rut over you right then and there.”

On cue, my pussy tingles, my nipples grow erect, and I stand there before him, partly begging for something, anything. Maybe he’ll kiss me and take me down on the furs. If I could purr, I would. I approach him, putting my hand on his chest. His body is cold whereas mine grows hot, and I want to rub against him like a cat. “I think you were right about the wine. I’m glad I didn’t listen to the warning.” My gaze travels from his corded neck down those abdominals human men could only dream of, to the tapered waist and the sexy v lines partially covered by the black leather kilt. He wears a large belt with a nesser engraved on it.

The intense look he gives me makes my breasts heavy. Sotay is exceptionally good-looking with plush lips he licks with his forked tongue. He bends his head and kisses me. I melt against him, his taste making me even hotter. He trails his mouth from my lips to my ear where he says, “You’re gonna be such a good girl for me. I can tell.” The deep baritone vibrates in my body, and I smell something that makes me claw at his chest. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head, my knees fold, and before I know it, I’m on my knees, looking up, mouth open, waiting for his cock to fill it.

They call him Fever. His scent, they say, sent over a dozen Omegas into heat. I never believed that stupid myth until now. He hasn’t even removed his clothes, and I’m already on my knees, palms up resting on my thighs. My pussy gapes, fluttering, dripping. My breasts feel like melons I’m forced to carry, nipples rock-hard, sensitive. Mouth dry, I lick my lips.

I run my hands over his boots.

He runs his fingers down my hair. “What a nice way to welcome me into your new nest. Kneeling and with a dripping pussy. I’m gonna reward you.”

His words I hear but don’t register as my hands roam under his kilt they call atiland over his calves and knees, those strong muscular thighs, and before I can reach the middle I need so desperately, he unsnaps the kilt.

It thuds on the floor, leaving me with a full frontal of this Alpha. Oh my God, there it is, up-close and personal. The big studded dick. A keening noise escapes my throat.

Fever strokes himself, and I lean in to lick the semen running over his fingers, then grab his wrist and tug. I want him to remove his hand so I can suck him, swallow him whole. But he won’t. He’ll make me beg for it. He pumps himself and won’t let me near his cock. The hand in my hair tightens, and he pulls my head back, spurts some cum over my chest.

“Take off your dress and play with your nipples. Twist and rub them well. If you’re not flooding the floor with lubricant, I’m gonna punish you.” He walks around me and bends, his breath at my ear, hand traveling down my back leaving goose bumps in its wake. A thick finger strokes my entrance as I get rid of my dress. I hold my breasts and play with my nipples, head thrown back. He holds my throat with one hand, strokes me with the other, and pecks my lips. I open, craving his kiss, and he gives it to me, forked tongue and all. He tastes of male, sex, fertility, dominance, and everything an Omega needs.

Back and forth I twirl my nipples, and liquid trickles out of my hole. Sotay breaks the kiss and grabs the back of my neck, forcing me forward. I rest my palms on the door and lift my ass. His massive body cages me in, his palms pressed over mine, big cock at my entrance. He pushes inside me, slowly, stretching me, getting me ready for his size. His breaths at my ear send shivers down my spine, and I scoot back a little, urging him on. He takes the hint and pumps his hips. I moan because his dick is my entire world, and if I have it, I will survive.

“Isn’t this better than the pain of going through the heat alone?” he whispers as he picks up the pace.

“Mm-hm.”

“You are mine now, Leah. I will fuck every hole in your body. Mouth, pussy, ass. All of it. I will fuck them all way after the heat too. Make no mistake, I’m not a service male.”

“Okay,” I say.

He grips my throat, squeezes. “Say what you mean, Leah. Don’t okay me while you’re full of my cock.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

He kisses my temple. Hands on my breasts, he slaps one and then the other, then my pussy. I have no time to protest because he’s rubbing my clit. Caged under him, I buck, screaming my orgasm. My clit’s grown sensitive, but he won’t stop rubbing it while fucking me. My biceps shake, and Sotay moves us back, pushing my head down on the floor, lifting my hips and pumping harder. I roll my eyes far back and close them. He spanks me.

I snap open my eyes, again having no time to feel the pain because his clever fingers come around my waist and stroke my clit. They’re gentler this time, but still callused and rough, and I move away, trying to escape, which only impales me on his dick harder. And though I buck and fight the onslaught of seven forced orgasms, I never ask him to stop. On the eighth orgasm, with my face on the floor, I drool on the carpet while my pussy contracts around his dick. Sighing, I close my eyes.

“Open them,” he orders.

I like him most when he gets bossy. It turns me on. I like him even more for not taking it slow, treating me like a piece of shattered glass he has to put back together to fuck. I’m a grown woman, and I accepted him of my own free will, knowing he would be like this.

Wild.

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