Page 34 of Wild Omega

Wayden stood there for a few minutes, willing himself to move, but he didn’t. The very thought of sleeping next to Blaine had his body vibrating from the anticipation thrumming through his veins. His cock jerked liking the idea.

Fucking hell.

I need to get laid as soon as possible, Wayden thought, turning away. He made his way to the front of the shuttle. Dropping into the operator’s chair, he flipped the auto-drift switch to manual. There was no way he was going to sleep after that.

Fuck. He was doomed.

Chapter 7

Blaine

Don’t breathe in his scent.

Don’t do it, Blaine told himself over and over, but fuck, it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.

Professor Douche smelled so good. Blaine brought Wayden’s pillow close to his nose. He held it there, fighting the desire to bury his face in it.

What was wrong with him? He couldn’t want this.

No. He didn’t.

Blaine shoved the pillow away, but that didn’t help. Wayden’s scent was everywhere. It was in the sheets, on the pillows. Everything smelled like him. He should get up. But the bed was warm and toasty. Wayden’s heat still lingered in the bed. If it were not icy cold in the other room, Blaine would get out of the damn bed and go sleep in his own.

I would, Blaine told himself.

Professor Douche was probably out there, trying to figure out why the other room was so cold. He’d come back any second and bark at him to leave. Blaine wrapped the covers tightly around his body, not ready to go anywhere.

No. He did want to go, but it was so warm. He just… Blaine closed his eyes. He fell asleep instantly and when he woke up, he was surprised that Wayden wasn’t there.

Had he slept in the freezing cold? Blaine’s eyes fell on the empty side on the bed and he felt a little guilty for kicking him out. He could have… he could have what?

Did he want to share the bed with Professor Douche?

No! Blaine silently screamed and got out of the bed, flinging the covers everywhere. He ran out of the room to his own. He hissed as his bare feet turned cold in seconds. Fuck. It was still freezing. And Wayden wasn’t in the tiny bed either. It was as Blaine had left it last night – piled up with blankets that were no help.

Where had he slept? Blaine went in search of Wayden. He stalled when Wayden turned to stare at him from the operator’s chair.

Had he drifted all night long?

“You don’t look so good,” Blaine said, the words popping out of his mouth before he could stop them. Fuck. He should think first before he opened his mouth.

“Thank you,” Wayden said. “Do you know how to drift? I couldn’t ask you before we set off because…” Wayden sighed, looking frustrated. “I need to sleep before we arrive at the pack.”

“Yes… yes, I know how to drift,” Blaine said, guilt tightening his insides. “Let me go and…”

“Yeah,” Wayden said. His voice was hard and dark in a way Blaine had never heard before.

Had he pushed the alpha too far last night?

Probably.

Gone was the tolerant stare, and in its place was something Blaine had never seen before.

Blaine rushed away. He went to his room and slammed the door behind him, not caring that it was cold in there. He pulled off his night clothes as he ran to the tiny washroom. He quickly got cleaned up and dressed.

“That was fast,” Wayden said when he walked back. He got out of the chair for Blaine to sit down. Blaine tried not to touch him as Wayden walked past him, but there wasn’t enough space to manoeuvre. Wayden hissed as they brushed together. And Blaine felt it too: the electric energy that sizzled along his skin, causing goosebumps to break out.

Fuck.

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