Page 63 of Wild Omega

“Easy,” Wayden said behind him. Blaine looked over his shoulder at the alpha, and almost lost his balance. “Dammit, Blaine.”

“What?”

“You’re…” Wayden trailed off impatiently, and then picked him up.

“What are you doing?” Blaine asked, sobering quickly. “You’re killing my buzz. And it wasn’t easy to get myself drunk on that vile stuff they call a spirit.”

“I’m saving you from yourself. You’re already a pain in the ass. I don’t want to find out what you’ll turn into if you got hurt because you’re not being careful,” Wayden growled and then walked up the path to the shuttle with Blaine in his arms. Blaine swallowed the very bad words crowding his mind, even though he wanted to curse Wayden out. But he could tell that it wasn’t going to end well. The last time he’d challenged the alpha he’d bitten him. Just thinking about it made him feel gooey inside. Blaine bit the inside of his mouth as he grew hard and wet.

Fuck. He hated this.

“Professor Douche, huh?”

Fuck, he’d heard that. Blaine stared off into the distance, embarrassed, but he wasn’t going to let Wayden have the lastword. “You refused to tell me your name. I didn’t know what to call you.”

“I told you my name,” Wayden groused.

“You did. But I’m not in the habit of calling people by their last names,” Blaine said.

“Right.”

Blaine glanced at Wayden, and then quickly looked away when he found him staring at him. Blaine pulled air into his lungs and tried to ignore the wriggly creature in his stomach. He was glad when they came to a stop in front of the shuttle. He wiggled in Wayden’s arms until he put him down. Blaine rushed into the shuttle and headed straight for the washroom. He closed himself in there. A few minutes later, he realised he couldn’t stay in there forever. He had to go to bed… with Wayden or sleep in the washroom.

“Fuck… fuck… Fuuuuck!” Blaine stomped around angrily. But his body chose that moment to remember how much alcohol he’d consumed. Blaine tripped and slammed into the wall hard enough to shake the whole shuttle.

Shit… shit… the embarrassment continues.

“Blaine? Are you alright in there? Open the door.” Wayden rattled the door handle. “Blaine?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a minute.” Blaine mumbled. He rubbed his forehead, irritated with himself and the whole planet. If he hadn’t gone into heat he wouldn’t be in this mess.

Never again, Blaine told himself. He turned to the basin, brushed his teeth and splashed warm water on his face. A few minutes later, he walked out of the washroom. And to his relief, Wayden wasn’t there. Blaine changed into his sleeping clothes and got into bed. He closed his eyes, praying to pass out. But as soon as he got under the covers his body lit up like a bonfire. Whoosh, just like that he was burning up. It didn’t help that thebed smelled like sex and them together – a clear reminder of what they’d done in that bed.

Hmmm, Blaine whined just as the door opened. Blaine clamped his mouth shut and turned to face the wall. The bed dipped as Wayden lay down. Blaine held his breath, body buzzing with something akin to anticipation.

Agg, he really hated this.

Blaine closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

“Blaine? What’s going on?” Wayden asked.

“Nothing.”

The bed dipped again, and then… Blaine’s eyes bulged out when Wayden wrapped an arm around him and pulled him against his chest.

Fucking hell. Was Professor Douche the master of torture? Blaine asked himself, swallowing a moan.

“Tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Blaine said. He held himself still, not giving in to the desire to lean into Wayden, even though he wanted to, badly. But Wayden didn’t seem to have that problem. He tightened his arm around Blaine and leaned his forehead on Blaine’s back.

Fuck. Blaine shivered. Unable to help himself.

“I’ve been going crazy all day trying to figure out what’s wrong.” Wayden sighed. “You didn’t like being with me. Is that it?”

What?

“I shouldn’t have pushed. I should have let you have the alpha you wanted,” Wayden said. His arm tightened possessively around Blaine, belying his words. “I’m sorry. I know I can’t take it back, or make your first time with an alpha perfect but….”

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