Page 15 of A Real Alpha
My mouth went dry at the thought, and I shook it away violently.
I wasnotgetting involved with another alpha.Never, ever, ever.
But my resolve was challenged as soon as I woke up the following morning, sweating and aching.
And wanting.
Roscoe cried, the sound like an irritating scrape on my ear drums. Normally I loved his little voice, even when he cried, but being in heat madeeverythingbother me. There was no denyingthat as unfortunate as it was, I was already descending into the desperate need to mate.
“Shit,” I groaned and forced myself up into a sitting position. My arms shook but I forced them to steady as I reached down and lifted Roscoe.
He was making the hungry signs with his hands, and he smelled, too. In my condition, I couldn't stomach it, so I put him down on the floor on his old swaddle blanket and changed him before settling down to feed him in bed. Fortunately, feeding him eased the growing need inside until it was almost nothing, but my senses were still on high alert, focused in on the sounds from the rest of the apartment.
Oscar was moving around, getting ready for work, no doubt. I gritted my teeth and waited, barely able to breathe until I heard him close the front door behind him.
Silence fell over the apartment, and I let out a heavy sigh.
This was bad, but at least it wasn't Harry that I was stuck with. He always demanded to help me through my heats because he needed me to“get off my ass and take care of the baby again.”It was true that an alpha's pheromones during sex could speed up the process, especially if the alpha was mated to the omega, but I had always felt like I had to do it to get back to Roscoe as quickly as possible. I didn't trust Harry with him.
Oscar on the other hand...
I shut my eyes and groaned.
Even if he knew how to care for a baby, would he be able to do it for a few days? Would I trust that? Would he let me lock myself in the bedroom until my heat had passed? Or would he insist on fucking me to get it over quicker, like Harry?
None of those options were ideal but I was going to run out of choices soon, probably before the end of the day. I should choose now so that it wasn't left entirely in Oscar's hands.
Roscoe gave a happy gargle, and I lifted my head to meet his happy gaze.
“Well, I'm glad you don't know what's going on, at least,” I informed him.
He giggled as though I'd said something funny, and I couldn't help but smile.
I shook my head, watching him and wondering if I would ever trust someone else with my precious son.
Getting through heats quickly should be my priority…
Sex with Oscar wouldn't be too bad, I thought. At least then I could get back to my baby as quickly as possible. Maybe Oscar could watch him for the night afterwards. I was sure to be better by morning if he gave me what I needed...
What I neededbecame more and more pressing as the day progressed. I still fed Roscoe and tried to mask the pain in my voice when I spoke to him, but as the hours dragged on, it only became harder. Fevered and desperate, my cock literally ached like it was going to break. That was how Oscar found me when he came in after his shift.
It felt like Oscar had been gone for days, but I knew the café closed early compared to the other businesses on the street and it couldn't have been. He walked in with his nose up, already scenting me, then took one look at my flushed face and turned around sealing the door shut behind him.
I wasn't delirious yet, but not far from it. The pain, arousal, and desperate need for release were almost all I could think of.Almost.
When he turned and looked at me, his back against the door, I thought,this is it.Oscar was finally going to show his true colors.
“Connor,” he breathed, and the low gravel in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. “Go to the bedroom.”
I swallowed and pushed to my feet, even more heat flooding me. At the last second, I paused to look down at Roscoe. He'd fallen asleep in his baby bouncer and looked peaceful enough that all other worries faded.
I looked up at Oscar. His fists were clutched at his side.
“Lock the door behind you,” he growled. “I'll open the windows and take Roscoe for a walk.”
It took far too long for his words to make impact and when I finally realized what he'd said, my jaw nearly hit the floor.
“What?” I asked desperately. “You're not going to...” I bit my lip, looking up at him. “It's okay, if you want to...”
