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I'd never had so much trouble opening that damn door as on my first day back at work, and once I was in the car, my heart sank in my chest. I knew he wasn't in any danger, since he wasn't alone in the house, and no matter what, there were cameras outside, sending me a notification as soon as there was any movement, but I couldn't calm my anxiety.
Once I arrived at the office, everyone greeted me cheerfully, asking how my "close protection" was going, giving me light nudges on the arm along with a knowing smile. Unlike other times, I glared at them and avoided them. I didn't like the way they were talking about Viktor at all. I finally headed to my desk without another word. Cait jumped up immediately when she saw me arrive, and Loris breathed a sigh of relief. Vi was sprawled on the sofa in the back, an open file over her nose, fast asleep. The dark circles under their eyes said it all. A sleepless night.
"So what did I miss?" I asked, as if I didn't feel a weight crushing in my heart. Vi jumped and just managed to catch the file, its pages scattering across the floor in utter chaos. She gathered everything up before coming over to me.
"You're finally with us, we can finally make some progress," she exclaimed, placing the assembled file on the corner of my desk.
After hanging up my coat, I turned to face the whiteboard, studying the various lines drawn, piecing together the little information we had. The composite sketch was at the top, along with photos of the place where we had found Viktor. Finally, the boxes from the previous cases had been brought out again and ripped open to retrieve more evidence. When I reached for the photograph of the cellar where he had been locked up, I noticed my hand was trembling violently and sweat was pouring down my temples. My heart was also aching more and more, but I mustn't break down, not now that I could help by being there.
So I settled into my seat and began to go through all the files. I reviewed the statement from the woman who had come to warn us, unaware that he was a criminal, as well as some statements from neighbors about the man's behavior before the incident.
He usually left around 6:00 a.m. and didn't return until around 10:00 p.m., which strongly suggested he was being followed. I copied into my notebook the information that Ms. Zania and Miss Young had given me the day I began my investigation into Viktor's daily schedule.
Victim's schedule:
– 7:30 a.m.: arrival time
– 12:00 p.m. - 1:00 p.m.: lunch break (he took his break at a different time than his colleagues so the shop could remain open throughout the day; he never left the store)
– 7:00 p.m.: closing time and departure of Viktor Reveck (he was always the one who closed the bookstore)
Everything matched up. Viktor usually got up quite early in the morning when he went to work and generally left his house around 6:30 a.m. to get his sweetened milk; he told me this himself. It was a thirty-minute drive from Viktor's apartment to where we found him. However, in the evening, this guy came home much later. Viktor always arrived around 8:30 p.m. at the latest after dropping Miss Young off at her place; he had also told me this once. This meant only one thing.
“Damn, that creep was watching Viktor every night, once he got home,” I groaned through gritted teeth.
“Wait, what?” Vi asked, looking over my shoulder at my notebook. “Hey! But we didn’t have that information.”
“What? I didn’t give it to you?” I exclaimed.
“No, we didn’t have any schedule for Viktor,” she snapped.
“You were the one who questioned his… boss… Jayce. Are you okay?” Caitlyn added, looking at me with concern.
“Y-yes, why?” I asked, feeling my head spin and struggling to breathe.
“Jayce, you’re not a good liar and you know it. What’s going on?” she insisted.
“I’m fine, I swear,” I replied weakly, trembling more and more as I looked back and forth between them.
“Dude, you look a bit gray,” Vi said, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I stood up quickly, turning towards the painting so my face couldn't be seen. My stomach was churning, and I felt like I might faint at any moment. I was terrified. Knowing that this lunatic had been watching him every night for almost an hour made me sick. My breathing became labored, but I refused to give up and wanted to keep working to find this degenerate and put him behind bars. I could feel my colleagues staring intently at me, but I ignored them, taking in each piece of information one by one. They said nothing more and continued to present me with new pieces of evidence in the case.
Then came the various items found at the location where Viktor had been tied up. The chains that had bound him to the wall were rusty and carried the scent of his fear mingled with that of his excitement; I would recognize it now, even if it was only a faint trace. But it was the sheet that made me sickest, conjuring up images of his ordeal, as if I were inside his head, seeing his naked body directly through his eyes as he trembled and cried for help. It was impossible. I couldn't bear to see it.
I had held on for almost two and a half hours, but this was the last straw. I fell to my knees in the middle of the office, panting, my breath wheezing, because he wasn't there. I no longer wanted to smell the scent of his terror, mixed with his despair and the excitement brought on by his body heat. I wanted his sweet scent of candied apple, cherry blossom, and vanilla. I wanted to breathe, because he was my oxygen, and now I had none. I started trembling even more, from cold, from fear, because his warmth wasn't there, against me. He was at home, a fifteen-minute drive from where I was. He was there, certainly with someone, but it wasn't me, and he must have been terrified. I suddenly felt nauseous and felt someone handing me something. I vomited forcefully, and Caitlyn's hand rubbed my back.
“Vi, go tell Mel! Right now!” she shouted.
A few minutes later, my breathing was ragged and I couldn't catch my breath. Mel arrived quickly. I was sitting on the floor, propped up against Caitlyn, and my vision was starting to blur, when she knelt beside me.
“How long has he been like this?” she asked, running a cool hand across my forehead.
“He’s been pale since he arrived two and a half hours ago,” my childhood friend explained.
“Can you describe his symptoms, besides the obvious difficulty breathing?”
“Pain…,” I said with difficulty.
“Jayce, focus on your breathing,” Caitlyn urged.
“Wait, Jayce, where does it hurt?” Mel asked.
“Heart… it… will stop… without him… Need… smell,” I stammered as best I could.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I had to find him, otherwise I knew my heart would give out.
“He was trembling when he arrived and felt nauseous and dizzy. Oh! And he sniffed his clothes several times too,” added Vi, getting down to our level.
“I see, Jayce, look at me. Is the scent you need Viktor’s?”
“Mel…” Caitlyn interrupted.
Mel raised her hand to stop her. I nodded in confirmation, trembling violently. I wanted to smell him more than anything.
“Okay, Cait, you take him home in his car, Vi, you follow them in yours,” Mel ordered, standing up.
“Wait, what? But…”
“No buts, Vi, he has separation anxiety. I felt the same way when I was away from Sevika the first time after we bonded, and Jayce made it clear he felt like he was going to die without his scent.”
“But they’re not bonded,” I heard Cait reply.
“No, but I’ll talk to you about something when you get back,” our superior told her.
The conversation ended on that last sentence, or perhaps I didn’t hear the rest, gradually slipping into unconsciousness. When I opened my eyes, Vi was trying to pull me out of the car, and I managed, with great difficulty, to stay upright. My strength was gone. I just wanted to fall asleep in my omega’s arms, to smell his scent, to kiss his neck, his forehead, like I had done that morning.
Suddenly, the door opened before me, and his scent finally filled my lungs. He was there, on the sofa, reaching out to me. I rushed to him, curling up like a child, wrapping my arms around his slender waist as if he would vanish if I didn't, and pressing my face against his throat. It wasn't long before the scent of the sunlit orchard and cherry blossoms reached me, along with the gentle caresses my omega was giving my hair. I heard him growl at someone at one point, but it wasn't fear, just anger. My omega was defending me, protecting us. He was so strong, while I felt so fragile in his arms. Then a soft melody drifted to my ear, a kind of lullaby sung in his smooth voice. Then, peace and calm returned as I fell asleep against him.
I awoke a few hours later, when we were alone in the house again and discussed the situation we were in, trying to find solutions that might help us. We didn't need to say aloud the harm that had befallen us, because we were both aware of it, even though I still thought it was literally impossible.
The days passed, and our tricks with scarves, text messages, and photos seemed to be paying off. I was then able to return directly to the neighborhood from the house the criminal had occupied, retracing his steps to deduce where he might have gone. We established a perimeter on a map, cross-referencing all the information. I then ran into people in the streets who had seen him the day we chased him and had been able to add the new data to our map. But after a while, nothing. No more information, no more trace. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
Meanwhile, I had to take Viktor for his X-ray, and he came home without his cast, but was now wearing a brace that allowed for very slight flexion of his knee. The doctor had strongly emphasized that he shouldn't put too much pressure on it, especially after Viktor confessed to having stepped on it too many times.
***
Then, December 15th arrived, and with it, Viktor's anxiety. Since the day before, I had been smelling his unsweetened apple scent. He was worried and told me that he hadn't experienced any of the symptoms of his approaching heat again, simply describing them to me.
Viktor's symptoms the week before his heat cycle:
– Richer meals (lots of starches or fatty foods) and snacking (mostly sweets and pastries)
– Need for comfort and cuddles (pillows, blankets, clothing)
– Intense fatigue (sleeps more than usual, as his body prepares for significant sleep deprivation)
– Hypersensitivity to smells and noises
Indeed, I hadn't noticed any of his signs and completely understood his anxiety. The next day, to reassure him a little, I told him we'd let the day pass and call the doctor the following day, giving him my pheromones to help calm him down a bit while we waited for Sky to arrive.
I kissed him on the forehead again before leaving, and I saw a soft smile stretch across his lips. My heart was pounding in my chest. If only I weren't just his protector, I would have kissed his lips to taste them.
The morning dragged on, and I remained rooted to the spot in front of this damn map that revealed absolutely nothing about where our man could be. I'd had to type up an endless report earlier on the latest information we'd managed to find. More paperwork, always more paperwork. I hated it, and that's precisely why I was out in the field rather than behind a desk.
Mel hadn't mentioned the incident that had occurred upon my return, but every time Vi asked about Viktor and was around, she would smile at Caitlyn, who would purse her lips. They had been talking about something behind my back, I was certain, but apparently, they both refused to tell me directly. Vi didn't know; I knew her well enough to know she wouldn't have been able to keep quiet if it had involved me.
Then, after a long sigh, my phone started ringing. I quickly leaned back to see who was calling and was immediately alarmed when Sky's profile picture appeared. I had gotten into the habit of calling her by her first name, at her request, after the many times she had ended up eating at my house in the evenings when I got home, which always made Viktor happy. But it wasn't a good sign that she was calling me, as she usually preferred to communicate by text. My anxiety quickly rose.
"Yes, Sky, is there a problem?" I asked. Caitlyn looked up from her computer, and Vi immediately came over to me.
"I think there's something wrong with Viktor... he's been acting strangely for a while now," she told me.
"How so strange?" I asked her. Caitlyn finally joined us, looking at Vi questioningly. The young woman with red hair shrugged to indicate that she didn't know any more than she did.
"An hour after you left, he... uh, how can I put this... he took the sofa cushions... and uh... he took them to your room," she stated.
"The sofa cushions?" I repeated, astonished.
Mel came out of her office with papers in her hands and stopped abruptly when she saw I was on the phone. She approached us, nodding in my direction to the two young women standing opposite me. This time, they both shrugged. I finally rolled my eyes and put the phone on speaker so they could hear.
"Yes, but the weirdest thing is that he literally just emptied your laundry basket in the bathroom... and, uh... he took some of the clothes and brought them into the bedroom as well."
I looked up at Mel, who had just put a hand to her lips.
"He... he growled at me too... he's never done that before... I..."
"Why did he growl?" I interrupted her.
“He didn’t want me to touch the clothes, because otherwise my scent would be on them… and… he said that… it wouldn’t be good… to prepare the bed for you.”
I opened my eyes wide at my friends, easily understanding what was going on, and silently asked my superior for permission to leave.
“What are you waiting for?” she murmured, nodding me to leave immediately.
“Keep an eye on him, I’ll be there soon,” I said, putting on my coat.
I hung up just after she told me that Viktor had lain down on the bed, covering himself completely with the blanket. She spoke loudly through her nose at the end, and I quickly realized that she had held it up, something she never did, even if Viktor was scared. So his scent had also made itself known. The doctor had said it might be rough if his heat cycle started, since he'd missed the last one, but for it to start in just a few hours was impressive. So I asked Vi to stop by "Last Drop" after work, because I was going to order the usual amount Viktor ingested during his heat cycle, but she'd have to pick it up and drop it off at my place.
***
When I opened the door, I was hit by a whirlwind of scent. The smell was intoxicating, not like the simple arousal I'd felt during my rut. It smelled like apple and cinnamon cakes baking deliciously in the oven. A smell that made me want to sink my teeth into the cake. I could feel saliva filling my mouth and my groin throbbing with desire.
Sky arrived quickly in the living room, her hand pressed to her mouth and nose, and I understood why. The smell was strong. Very strong and terribly tempting for me, but for others it must have been pure torture.
“He’s still in bed… he hasn’t moved,” the young woman told me as she reached me.
“Thank you, Sky, I’ll take over,” I said.
“Are you sure? You’re an Alpha and…”
“I won’t do anything to him, I promise.”
I saw relief in her eyes. She nodded and left. I quickly locked the door behind her before rushing to Viktor’s room. I literally pulled the drawer out of his nightstand and carried it into the kitchen. After placing it on the table, I went to the pantry, grabbing two bottles of water and a large quantity of clementines from the shelves, which I had recently bought. I stuffed everything into the drawer and heard moans in the distance. I didn’t wait another minute and rushed to the bedroom, laden with everything I needed.
Reaching the threshold of the room, I was speechless. He had built a nest. Huge. Made up of my things and his, and I could smell its comforting scent from where I was. I approached slowly, placing the drawer on the floor on his side, before kneeling down to his level and gently pulling back the blanket covering it. His honey-colored eyes appeared, above his rosy cheeks, already extremely dilated and completely glazed from the heat that had enveloped him.
"Hey, hi there," I smiled at him.
"Alpha... you're home," he purred.
"Yes, I'm here, Vik," I replied.
"I... I made the nest... for you... you'll be able to sleep well... like this," he informed me, clearly proud of himself.
“Your nest is perfect, Vik, it smells wonderful,” I complimented him.
A gentle smile stretched across his lips, and his gaze was soft. His skin glistened with sweat. He already seemed to be on fire and moved slightly beneath the blue fabric.
“Alpha… My body… it burns so much,” he confessed, tears welling in his eyes.
“I know, I’ll help you, okay?” I asked, even though, given his condition, he wouldn’t say no.
He nodded, and I began to stand, extending my wrist toward him so he could smell it. For once, my research at the colleague’s office on the heat rituals of Omegas would help me, and I wouldn’t make any mistakes. There was no way I was going to let him endure another heatwave without being able to find relief because of his leg.
Viktor sniffed my wrist and wrinkled his nose sharply.
“No!” he exclaimed.
"No?" I repeated.
“Is he rejecting me? Doesn’t he want me in his nest? Why? He just told me he did it for me,” I suddenly worried.
“It doesn’t smell… like you… it smells like someone else,” he gasped, tears welling in his eyes.
“It smells like someone else?” I asked aloud.
I raised my forearm to smell it and immediately recognized it. Coffee and whiskey. Loris’s scent clung to my clothes. The scent of another alpha, not me. I understood why he refused to let me join him.
“I’m going to take a shower, okay? I won’t be long,” I told him, getting up.
“Hurry up,” he whined, squirming more and more.
My head was spinning as I headed to the closet to grab a tank top and a pair of boxer shorts, knowing full well that getting dressed would be pointless. Even though I hadn't planned on doing anything other than helping him with my fingers and his toys, I knew that omegas generally preferred the feeling of direct skin-to-skin contact when they were in heat. Mel herself had confirmed this once, when we'd discussed it over drinks. Luckily, Viktor hadn't opened the closet to help himself and had simply taken the dirty laundry, which had a stronger odor.
It was the quickest shower of my life, because through the open door I could hear Viktor moaning in need, waiting for relief. His scent was intoxicating. It was delicious, and I found myself imagining the taste of his sweat on my tongue. I hastily pulled on my boxers and headed back to the bedroom, slipping on my tank top. But when my eyes landed on him, my penis twitched with desire.
He had completely undressed and had pushed his pants down slightly, just enough to free his eager penis. He was quickly stroking himself, turned onto his right side, allowing me to see the mesmerizing sight of his hand sliding along its length. I swallowed hard before clenching my jaw.
"You just have to help him cool down, Jayce, nothing more," I scolded myself, saliva flooding my mouth.
I wanted to taste him. To bite into the warm apple and cinnamon cake, fresh from the oven, even if it burned my tongue. I moved closer to him, glancing for a moment at the brace that was strapped over his pants.
"Damn, I'll have to take it off and put it back on later," I groaned.
Given Viktor's current state, it wasn't going to be easy. His voice brought me straight back to the urgency of the situation.
"Al...pha! Ah! Mngh!"
"I'm here, Vik, I'm here," I hummed, trying to reassure him a little.
I offered him my wrist again so he could smell it, and this time he smiled at me, releasing his erection to take my hand.
"Come... into the nest... I need... you."
"Okay, easy, Vik, just let me take a look around, okay?" I told him.
I moved to the foot of the bed after closing the shutters, turning on the lamp on the dresser at the far end of the room, and taking out the pack of wipes that never left my nightstand drawer. I then climbed up carefully so as not to move anything, not wanting to upset him while he was already immersed in the intensity of his heat. I finally settled myself on the cushions placed against the wall, revealing a comfortable backrest. He tried to turn towards me, but when he was on his back, I saw panic in his eyes, and his scent changed, adding one I didn't want to smell right now. I quickly lifted him up and cradled him in my arms.
"It's okay, Vik, I'm here," I gently reassured him. "We'll undress you first, okay? You're sweating, and I need to reposition your brace afterward."
"Al...pha."
"There. Gently," I encouraged him.
He let me undress him, his golden eyes, clouded with desire, fixed on my face. His shirt was quickly removed, but the brace was giving me trouble because Viktor kept moving to feel the friction on his penis.
"Viktor, you have to let me do this. If I can't get it back in place properly, it'll hurt."
"Need... it... it burns," he sobbed.
"I know, I'm quick, I promise."
He lay on his left side, exposing his leg so I could fasten the various straps around his thigh. I could see he was trying his hardest not to move, but he couldn't resist masturbating to relieve himself.
As I fastened the last Velcro strap at the top of his thigh, I saw his wetness flow down his buttocks. Smooth. Shiny. Abundant. Calling to me with its scent. Making me taste its sweetness. I'd smelled aroused omegas before, including Mel during her introduction, but their scents had never affected me like this. My penis was already incredibly hard, and at some point, I'd have to release myself too, or I was going to lose my mind.
I shook my head sharply to regain my composure and finally pulled myself up against the cushions, resting my back against them. I then helped Viktor to sit up, placing him between my legs so that his back was against my chest. He accepted this position easily, even though he was slightly lying on top of me, because it was the position we always had when we settled on the sofa during the day.
“Alpha! Ah!”
“I’ve got you. You’re safe,” I hummed, kissing his temple.
His scent was divine. A treat for my nose and my heart. I felt complete, and now that I had him in my arms, I wanted only one thing: for everything to go well and for him not to suffer. My hand slid towards his penis, gently withdrawing his, which had resumed its chaotic movements. He hadn’t yet come once, and for good reason: his hand was trembling terribly. With my left hand, I grasped his thigh and gently spread it apart, thus opening access to his groin, dripping with his own lubrication.
“I don’t remember omegas producing this much,” I thought, recalling the one-night stands I’d had in college.
“AH!” Viktor moaned as my fingers found his already wide-open entrance.
"Shh, it's okay, I'll help you with my fingers, alright?" I whispered.
"Mmh, Y-yes!" he confirmed.
His hole was soft, perfectly lubricated, and my middle finger didn't take long to find its place. Viktor was burning hot inside, and I swallowed hard as a deep moan of relief reached my ear. Viktor had rested his head against my right shoulder and was opening his mouth in satisfaction. I could feel his collar pressed against my skin. Besides his brace, it was the only thing that was always perfectly in place. First, because only Viktor's fingerprint could open the clasp, and second, because I would never ask him to remove it if he wasn't cognitively capable of doing so.
My finger began a gentle back-and-forth motion, softly caressing the smooth, warm walls, which contracted deliciously beneath my touch. Viktor gripped my hair with his left hand the moment I found his prostate.
"Ah! Yes, there! Alpha," he sang in my ear.
I felt him gradually relax as I stimulated the harder mound beneath my finger, holding back, for the moment, from going any further, because I mainly wanted him to let go before exploring the opening revealed by his sphincter.
"That's good, Vik, relax, I'm here, I've got you," I encouraged him.
I caressed him gently, adding another finger as his right hand stroked the top of mine, as if to say that I was doing a good job of relieving him. The melody of his moans pounded directly into my cock, too tightly squeezed in my boxers, pressed against his soft back. As my fingers continued their work, my gaze wandered, lost in the contemplation of his naked body, discovering the constellations that cradled his pearly skin, glistening with sweat under the bluish glow of my fantasy lamp. I wanted to kiss them one by one. To lick them. To adore them as I would his entire body, and I knew now that it wasn't just his scent that made me feel this way. My heart beat for him. For his character, both gentle and strong. For his teasing. For his smiles. For the beauty of his eyes when he gazed into mine. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to be able to fully show him my love, but the current situation wouldn't allow it. I was on a mission to protect him, and I didn't want him to suffer.
“Alpha… deeper… further… please,” he begged, bringing me back to the reality of what I was doing.
“Okay, I’ll go slowly,” I explained.
He nodded to confirm he understood, and my wrist shifted. The penetration deepened, and I felt him perfectly beneath my fingers, his desire rumbling as I touched him. His sphincter was wide open, and his inner vagina was even smoother than the walls I’d encountered before. It felt like letting my fingers wander inside was desecrating sacred ground, but God, how I wanted to explore it. His moans of pleasure grew deeper, longer, and louder, completely intoxicating me, and my lips unconsciously found their way to his skin, just below his ear, as I kissed him passionately. The blond strands that beautifully framed the underside of his chocolate-brown hair gently caressed my face. His right hand trembled on my arm before he freed his penis from the pressure it exerted as he worked to relieve it lower down. He began to masturbate rapidly, and I could feel the contractions of his erection around my fingers. He was close. I managed to slip in a third finger easily, repositioning my hand to achieve the desired placement, now stimulating both his cervix and his prostate.
Viktor gasped, breathless from the intensity of his sensations, before crying out in pleasure as he arched his back in my arms. The warm waves of his semen landed on my hand, the very same hand that had been moving tirelessly to prolong his orgasm and bring him maximum relief.
"Alpha! Alpha! Ah!"
"That's very good, Vik, let yourself go, don't hold back, you're in my arms," I encouraged him, kissing his temple.
He finally collapsed against me, breathless. I slowly withdrew my fingers as he rubbed his face against my beard. A soft purr rose around us. He was content, at least for a while, but I also knew that the discomfort from the heat often intensified during this time and that my fingers wouldn't be enough to satisfy him after a while. Then, words reached me, barely audible, but my eyes opened in astonishment.
“I love you,” Viktor breathed against my jaw.
He was barely catching his breath and was undoubtedly still drenched in his warmth, but I couldn't stop my heart from racing. I wanted to kiss him, to cuddle him even more, to make love to him like I'd never made love to anyone else. Tears welled up in my eyes. Three words. Simple. But so powerful.
After wiping my hand with the wipes I'd grabbed from the nightstand, I tightened my arms around him, kissing his temples several times before whispering,
“If you only knew, Vik.”
A few minutes passed, and I had to force myself to move. He groaned as he felt my body sway.
“No, don't go… don't leave me.”
“Shh, I'm not going, Viktor, I'm just getting you something to drink and eat.”
“I don’t want to, I want you to keep holding me,” he groaned.
He was like a spoiled child being denied a hug. I kissed his forehead tenderly, smiling, pulling him along with me, blindly grabbing one of the water bottles and two clementines. He watched me peel them silently, numb with pleasure, and instinctively opened his mouth when I offered him the first segment. He hummed at the sweet taste of the fruit, savoring the coolness on his tongue. He then drank quite easily from the bottle I helped him lift.
However, the respite didn’t last long, twenty minutes at most, because Viktor quickly started moving against me again, moaning softly, and I understood that his heat was going to be intense and probably difficult to manage. Without waiting, I placed my right hand on his penis, already glistening with desire, and began long strokes, applying gentle pressure. I lifted his left leg again, this time resting it on mine, pressing it down, just like the leg with the brace. My left hand gently caressed his hairless chest, stimulating his already hardened nipples, making him arch deliciously under my touch.
"Alpha!" he sighed with pleasure.
"Do you like that?" I asked, pinched the nipple slightly, both soft and hard, making him hiccup.
"Yes!" he breathed. "But... I want... Alpha."
He slid his left hand down his back, firmly caressing my erection, still growing from the moment I sat down beside him. His intoxicating scent didn't allow me to calm down for a single moment. I opened my mouth, panting under his touch, letting my head fall onto his shoulder as his hand pressed against my girth through the fabric. It was incredibly difficult to control myself right now. Between his scent, his hand starting to slowly masturbate me, and my hand wrapping around his penis, I was going crazy.
“I… I can’t, Vik… I… I’m your protector… not your…”
“Please… alpha… I need it,” he sobbed suddenly.
Oh.
“Maybe he doesn’t necessarily want mine in particular, but simply to feel filled.” I understood then.
My left hand slid down his stomach, and he lowered his head to follow it with his eyes. His entrance throbbed with anticipation, already slippery and soft again, and he sighed under my touch, not releasing his grip on my member. Damn, his movements felt so good. So I resumed my caresses as before, but quickly the moans of pleasure turned into cries of pain.
“Vik, are you okay?”
“Not… enough… I need… alpha,” he whimpered.
“My fingers aren’t enough anymore!” I quickly worried.
This was only the second time I'd tried to ease his pain, and my fingers were no longer enough to soothe him. This was going to be more than complicated. I leaned to the right again, loosening my grip on Viktor, but he tightened his on my penis, making me moan at the sensation.
"No, Alpha... don't leave me... don't go... I have..."
"Need, yes, I know," I finished, straightening up.
I had managed to grab one of Viktor's toys from the drawer next to the bed. I knew it wasn't the biggest one, having seen them when I took the drawer out of his nightstand. The thickest one was the closest to my own size, which surprised me a little, because it even had a knot at its base similar to mine.
"I'll help you with this, okay?"
“No… alpha… Alpha,” he cried.
He was trembling in my arms and released my member to push my hand away.
“Vik, I can’t… not like this… not in this situation. You have to let me help you with this,” I explained, pressing my lips to his hair. “If you only knew how hard this is for me right now.”
“In every sense of the word,” I thought to myself, because I felt my penis completely starved after Viktor’s hand had freed it.
“I want my alpha… not a cold piece of plastic… your warmth… you…” he whimpered, continuing to push my arm away.
However, I continued on my way, finally managing to position the silicone dildo at the right angle before gently pressing it in.
“Ah! Yes!” Viktor moaned immediately, grabbing my arm instead of pushing it away.
“There, you see, that’s good too,” I encouraged him softly.
He slowly began to undulate his hips to feel the sensation of the dildo moving inside him, raising both arms above him to grasp the back of my neck. My cheek was pressed against his, and his breath reached me quickly as he turned his head slightly in my direction. His eyes were half-closed, and his mouth was open with pleasure. His movements were incredibly sensual, as were the moans of pleasure that flowed from his lips, like the sweetest of drinks. I wanted to drink them straight from his lips. His scent grew stronger and stronger, letting me know that the intensity of his heat was increasing even further. He was driving me wild. He was a forbidden treat. One of those I wasn't allowed to savor. Not yet. Not until he gave me permission, fully aware of it. Not like this, while he was so vulnerable. I gritted my teeth and pressed my forehead against his cheek, gradually quickening my pace, making him sing for me, because it was all I could do without breaking my principles.
His orgasm had been more intense than the first one I'd given him, and he fell asleep quickly afterward. I managed to coax him out of the nest to give him a quick wash, while his sleep seemed so deep, removing the sticky residue of his lubrication and semen, and gently cradling him in my arms. Then I laid him back on his side in the sheets, which I had, for the moment, lightly rubbed to remove the few stains from his dampness. I knew you should always let an omega know before leaving his nest, so he wouldn't worry. He simply pressed my wrist against his, sensing he was giving me permission to leave when a slight smile stretched across his lips. So I took a cool shower to try and ease the tension, but in the end, I had to masturbate to finally calm the urge.
Viktor's cycle was hellish, because the later it got, the more demanding he became, quickly requiring me to use the largest toy, even though he hadn't asked for a knot yet. I had managed, with some difficulty, to get him to eat and drink as much as possible, but fatigue was gradually setting in. Luckily, Vi arrived just as Viktor had fallen asleep, allowing me to leave the nest after letting him know.
So I headed quickly to the living room, just in case another storm appeared. Vi's eyes were watering and she was pinching her nose tightly. She had the nose clip she had worn at the beginning in the hospital, but it didn't seem to be enough.
“Thank you,” I said, watching her put down the enormous box filled with takeaway cups of sweetened milk.
“I… I gave you the money so… you wouldn’t have a tab… Damn it! Jayce! How do you even stand that smell?”
“Vi,” I groaned, shaking my head to warn her.
“Not like that, idiot… I know you like the smell… but it’s more like your pupils are dilated like crazy, like you’re on drugs and you’ve got a massive boner,” she announced bluntly.
“Please, Vi, spare me that, please.” She sighed, looking at me. Then she put her hand on my shoulder before turning to leave.
“I get it. I won’t say anything more. Good luck, and see you in a few days. Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” She indicated, opening the door.
“OK, thank you,” I replied.
I saw her hand in the doorway before she locked it behind her. I had gathered several things while Viktor rested, surprisingly longer than usual, taking the entire carton of sweetened milk with me, in addition to chocolate bars and the cakes Viktor liked best. When I returned to the room, his eyes were open and he seemed a little more lucid. I offered him my wrist to smell, and he allowed me in. I helped him drink from one of the still-warm cups and then helped him settle against my chest. He quickly fell back asleep after that, purring softly with contentment, and I soon followed him.
***
A pleasant sensation gently pulled me from my deep sleep. A warm, moist, enveloping feeling caressed my penis, and I struggled to understand what was happening. My eyes were still closed, but the pleasure was intense.
"Ah!" I sighed.
I absentmindedly placed my hand on my lower abdomen, feeling the pleasant softness of fine hair beneath my fingers, which I carefully squeezed.
"Hair?" I wondered.
I opened my eyes abruptly, hearing the sucking sound that accompanied the pleasure I felt. When I raised my head, my cheeks burned sharply. Viktor had positioned himself face down between my legs and slid my boxer shorts down before removing them completely in my sleep. His soft lips now encircled my penis with more ease than I could have imagined. His gaze lifted towards me and his irises smiled tenderly. He resumed his movements, swaying his head and moving his tongue along my length, while he had it in his mouth, playing with my glans as he withdrew.
“Damn… Vik… I can’t… AH!” I said with difficulty, what he was doing to me was so delicious.
His mouth was so warm, so soft, and slid so smoothly. His scent was thick, and I struggled to think straight. My body craved him so much. I wanted him so badly. But I had to stop him before he drove me completely mad. I started to pull a little harder on his hair, but his strength was much greater than I thought. He had to stop immediately. I didn’t know how long he’d been at it, but I could already feel my knot swelling.
“Vik… Ah! Stop… stop, I’m going to,” I gasped, gripping his hair tighter.
A moan of pleasure from him at this announcement, and it was the precipice. My knot burst against his lips, and my moan of pleasure filled the room as I heard him swallow, taking in without a hint of gagging the mouthfuls I was sending him. I was done for. My principles had been trampled. But it felt so good.
He lifted his head, mouth open, showing me that he had swallowed everything I had given him. Luckily, he hadn't tried to take my knot, otherwise we would have ended up in the emergency room in the worst possible way.
I was panting in the sheets, gently caressing his face, seeing perfectly well that he was still rubbing himself against the sheets to relieve himself. I gently pulled him up towards me, positioning him on his stomach and spreading his good leg, giving me a view of his wet entrance. He had certainly given me a divine blowjob, but I wasn't going to let go. I finally retrieved the last toy we had used, which I had carefully washed while he was resting, and gently pressed it against his hole.
“No, not that… your knot… yours.”
“Vik, I told you, not like this, not when you’re not aware of what you’re doing. Ask me when your heat cycle is over and when you’re able to, if you ever remember,” I announced, suspecting he probably wouldn’t.
He whimpered softly, tears rolling down his cheeks. It broke my heart to have to refuse him, but I wanted to love him fully, without this damn heat cycle interfering. He accepted without further resistance, as if he were perfectly aware of what I was saying. However, to stimulate him more easily and give him the impression that it was my own thrusting, I had synchronized the toy's movements with those of my pelvis, positioning myself behind him so he couldn't see the difference by looking over his shoulder. This time he cried to feel the knot, demanded it forcefully, and calmed down as soon as it was inside. Mine took a long time to finally deflate, and Viktor was already fast asleep.
The hours dragged on, as intense as the first day, day and night, and I no longer dared to sleep, for fear that Viktor, despite his broken leg, might try to mount me while I slept. So I took advantage of the lulls to take a cold shower, relieving myself when the pressure became too much, and eating a slightly more substantial meal to keep going.
Three days passed in this frenetic rhythm, and the clementines and chocolate had completely disappeared. The cups of sweetened milk had dwindled, but were far from being finished. Yet, the scent of Viktor's heat had completely vanished by the fourth day, and he had woken up naturally, his cheeks their usual flush and his golden eyes perfectly clear.
“Hello,” I smiled as his gaze met mine.
“Hello,” he replied, smiling, snuggling a little closer into the crook of my arm, his cheeks flushing a natural pink this time.
“Are you alright?” I asked before yawning forcefully.
“Better than you, obviously,” he said, “you have terrible dark circles under your eyes.”
I chuckled, looking at him, stroking his hair before tucking a strand behind his ear.
“Your heat?” I asked.
“Seems to be over,” he said after assessing his sensations.
“Good,” I replied, my voice heavy.
Hearing this news brought down all the fatigue I had accumulated since the second day, and I finally closed my eyes slowly, because now that his heat was gone, I couldn’t bear it any longer. But aside from that unexpected setback, I had managed not to succumb to desire, and I felt proud. I hoped now that one day I could tell him how I felt about him, without holding back, and that he would be fully aware of it. But before my dreams could carry me away, I felt a soft kiss pressed against my forehead and heard his voice whisper.
"Sleep, my alpha, you've earned it."
Then, the warmth of the sun on the orchard and the scent of cherry blossoms enveloped me, making me smile in the gentle embrace of his arms. All that mattered now was that he was alright and that I could rest against him.
