Page 28 of Unsubmissive Omega
I grunted. Man, I was in trouble. Xander’s heat was triggering a rut, which if we were a properly functioning mated pair wouldn’t have been a problem, but we weren’t, so I had to try to suppress this as much as I could.
I slumped down cross-legged in front of the door, banging my head deliberately against the wood with athump.It didn’t really hurt, but the shock of the impact did bring the blood back to my head a little, and I managed to maintain control of my lust. I needed to move away from here, get into fresh air…
A shadow moved down the end of the corridor, a face peeking around.
Oh fuck!I wasn’t going anywhere. The rampant heat hormones and scent of slick of an untended omega in heat were going to attract all the alphas within sensing distance, like an erotic siren song. It wasn’t even a lack of respect towards me, the Pack Alpha, but a physiological reaction.
A low menacing growl vibrated in my throat, rolling down the corridor. There was a scuffling sound and the shadow disappeared. I heaved a sigh of relief. Xander might not be tended to but he was notunattended. My position as Pack Alpha was secure enough to ensure no-one would directly challenge me in order to get to him, provided I maintained a vigil here. But the other alphas of the pack would certainly find it very odd that I was not tending to my mate’s heat. It was going to give rise to questions, questions that currently had no answers. Inevitably, it would undermine my authority here to some degree.
How much, was for later, as a moan made its way through the door and a fresh wave of slick scented the air. My heart rate ticked up. A spike of adrenaline made me feel invincible and the rush made me want to break down the door and race inthere. I wanted to beat my chest and prove to the world he was mine! My dick pressed hard against the zipper of my jeans, the metal teeth cutting into the soft outer skin of my shaft, and I regretted my preference for going commando. The sharp bite of pain, however, prevented me from indulging my foolishness. Whatever the personal cost, I had a mate to protect. And that included from myself.
I got up, planting my feet apart and stood erect in the doorway, back against the timber, growling. I undid my waistband, and sliding one hand in to protect myself, slid the zipper down. The release of pressure was immediate, and I grunted in relief as I set my cock free. I still ached, my member standing erect and proud between the open flaps of my pants, the precum dripping in sticky globules to the floor, but I was protecting my mate and I felt fierce.
The whimpers and cries from the bedroom behind me wrenched at my heart, as my omega suffered through his heat.
Shadows came and went, as various alphas came to try their luck at reaching the omega in heat, but I stood my ground, dick hanging out possessively, snarling anytime anyone came near.
They came often enough that first night that I got no sleep, but by morning they’d got the message, and they came no more.
As the dawn claimed the sky, my mate’s whimpers and cries silenced and I slid down onto the ground, legs spread wide, head slumped against the bedroom door. I was weary after the night’s struggles - fighting my baser instincts, warning away the wolves, and forcing myself to stay awake. My eyes could barely stay open; they felt tired and gritty. My balls and penis ached.
All was quiet inside the bedroom, the first round of heat over, thank the Goddess. A soft snore punctuated the early day;Xander was sleeping, while his body prepared itself for the next onslaught of lust and need.
In the hiatus between the first wave and the next, my eyelids drooped. They startled open as I jerked awake, remembering I was still on guard. Then my eyes fell on the mess in front of me.
A puddle of cum lay congealed on the ground where I’d relieved myself a couple of times during the night. The tart, musky scent of it would serve as a reminder to any prowling alphas that this omega was under my protection. He was safe for now.
I let my eyes drift closed and a restless sleep overtook me.
*****
I stood guard at our bedroom door for three torturous nights. The second wave of heat started that afternoon and lasted all night. Xander’s anguished cries of “fuck” and “son of a bitch” and “fucking bloody alphas” rang in my ears, it seemed, for hours. He was a foul-mouthed omega, that was for sure. I gritted my teeth and stroked myself off as I listened to his moans and groans, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head as the unmistakable sounds of him coming pushed me over the edge myself.
The corridor stank of sweat and semen, but mercifully it warned away any interested alphas – they knew I was right there - and there were no more shadows to contend with. It was just as well. I was struggling to control the overwhelming urge to rush in there and fuck that omega into the mattress and it took all my steely concentration to keep myself from going in there. I could barely keep an eye out for interlopers.
The third night was less difficult physically. My cock was red raw from my hands, but my balls were empty. My body had nothingleft to give. But listening to Xander’s muffled cries and weeping had torn at my heart. I wanted nothing more than to ease his agony, and it broke me to hear him suffer. I tried not to dwell on the rejection, hiding it behind my need for his pain to end.
When, finally, the last cry faded away and was replaced by rhythmic gentle snores, I raised my head, nostrils flaring. The heat scent had been slowly fading throughout the night, and now it had gone completely. My head sank back against the door with athud. Thank the Goddess! It was over.
I needed to go and check on my mate, but… wait. A thoroughly unpleasant odor made me flinch. Ugh! My nostrils prickled. I lifted up an arm and sure enough, I wanted to gag. I’d sweated a shit-ton during the ordeal and I was still wearing the same clothes I’d started in. I stank.
I struggled to my feet, the loud cracking of my knees testament to how long I’d been down there. I stretched my arms out, rolled my shoulders. Yeah, I was sore all over. And I needed a shower.
I turned to grasp the doorknob behind me but it didn’t budge. I shook the door and tried again. Nothing happened. The door was locked! I listened to the sound of my mate’s snoring. He must have gotten up and locked the door at some time over the last three nights and I hadn’t noticed. Had he done it to keep me out? Or to keep out any strange alphas that might make it past me? He must have known from my scent that I was guarding the door… if he had thought to scent for me. Had he really thought a simple lock would keep a heat-inflamed alpha from breaking through the door? If he did, he was naïve.
But now, I had a problem. I looked around in frustration. What to do? My eyes fell on a door part-way down the corridor. It was the door of a disused office which had been Alpha’s when he hadbeen in the prime of his life and working long hours. I knew he’d sometimes slept over there to avoid disturbing his mate after burning the midnight oil at his desk, so I guessed it must contain a couch or rollaway. Perhaps an ensuite, if I was lucky.
But was the door unlocked? Since Alpha’s passing and my becoming Pack Alpha, the room had not been in use. For all I knew, the housekeeper might have locked it.
There was only one way to find out.
Chapter 14
XANDER
I woke to blessed relief.
I was sweaty, sticky, and my muscles ached, but the raging lust and the abdominal spasms were done. My heat was over. The lube and slick-covered toys on the dresser and the ache in my hole were an uncomfortable reminder of what I’d had to do to survive my heat without an alpha, but I felt a sense of accomplishment. I’d done it.
