Page 46 of Lost
Her long hair floats in the tub around me, and some also stick to my arms. It makes me wonder if the color of her hair is a statement for herself or the world, and if the outfit I saw her in at the hospital of boho chic is her norm.
I want to take her out on dates, learn all about her, and ask if the alpha who scares her in her mind is dead or not. I’ve beenvery careful with my words, which for the doctor who can’t seem to help but stick his foot in his mouth, feels odd.
Any semblance of being a good girl is off the table. The fear that I felt in her mind was horrifying. I had to warn Caleb and Lars because not saying anything would hurt Nova. I can’t imagine the things she’s been through, but I think Caleb and Lars know.
They’re close with Nova‘s sister, Hollis, and I think they’ve uncovered things about her that I’m flying blind on. I won’t force her to tell me though. That would be disingenuous of me, and I’m trying hard to be a better person and alpha for her.
My hand continues to mechanically and gently wash Nova, her voice hitching occasionally as I brush her nipples. They’re pebbled in the cooler air of the bathroom as I continue on, the washcloth disappearing under the water to clean her stomach.
“Touch me, Tyde,” she moans, her eyes opening as she twists her neck to look up at me.
“I am touching you,” I murmur. “Tell me exactly what you want, baby. I want to hear your gorgeous voice.”
“It’s too deep,” she grunts. “There’s nothing pretty about it.”
“Those sound like someone else’s words. I want yours, Nova,” I grumble.
Nova growls under her breath, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s a cross between a tantrum and the gruff reprimand of a brat. I fucking adore it.
“What if I told you that I want you to slide your cock inside me?” she asks. “I can feel you against my back, tasted and had it face fuck me. Your cock is torturing me, Tyde.”
Nova’s whine makes my cock twitch hard against her back, and she writhes before crying out. Her body curls tightly in half, a cramp tearing through her. My breaths come out faster as I try to remain calm, but I just want to make her feel better. Her assis against me, and I can feel her slicking against my skin despite the water we’re in.
“Come here,” I soothe, abandoning the washcloth. There’s a reason I haven’t had her straddle me.
I know I won’t be able to keep myself from allowing her to slide down my cock, but my ideals aren’t worth her pain. Are they?
It’s so difficult to ride the line of being a good alpha and being one who gives his omega whatever she wants. It’s not a dominant thing, it’s more about being able to look her in the eyes and knowing I didn’t take advantage of her during heat.
Right?
I have her move around until she’s straddling me and wrapped around my body, and kiss her the way I know she originally wanted me to.
“Is the pain worse than it has been?” I ask breathlessly.
“I don’t know why,” she pants. “It’s— ahhh. Ow.”
Tears form in her eyes as her nails dig into my shoulders, her body rigid as she grinds over my cock, trying to find some sort of mindless relief.
“Tyde, it really hurts,” she gasps. “I was doing so good, but… Please. I know you don’t want to do this. I’m sorry, I’m…fuck!”
Her screams bring Caleb and Lars running, and her body is tense and vibrating with pain.
“I can’t watch her have another seizure,” Lars growls. “I physically feel ill thinking about it.”
“I want what you want, baby,” I tell Nova. “I don’t want you to regret anything.”
Her eyes roll wildly with pain as I grip her waist tightly and grind her over my cock. She feels so good, this is what we’re meant to do, but I need her to say the fucking words so I can believe it.
Nova’s heat is one of the most intense ones that I’ve ever heard about because she fought to stay away from us during it. Now, her body is taking the choices away from all of us.
“Bite,” she gasps. “Tyde, I need you to bite me. Please, it’s like my body is fighting the start of the bond and it hurts.”
My heart races not because of what she wants me to do, but because I don’t want her body to reject me. Fuck, I think that would kill me.
“Where,” I growl. “Tell me where you want my bite, Nova. Do you want me to mark you where everyone will see and know you’re my fucking girl? My omega?”
Her body shivers with desire instead of pain, and she whines with need.
