2.10: Heat Comes in Waves (R-18)

"Setia… you're going into heat." Darien croaked out, eyes going red.

Setia gasped. No! She couldn't be going into heat.

'Heat is what female Omegas go through when their bodies are ready for mating and breeding. It can be triggered by an alpha's pheromones if your bodies are physiologically compatible.' Eli said in her head. She growled. Everything was so hot, it hurt. There was pain everywhere. Her muscles ached. It felt like she wanted to crawl out of her skin.

"Hurts…" she whimpered. Darien looked conflicted. He reached forward and pulled her into his arms. She sighed at the contact, feeling cool where he touched. She snuggled into him, burrowing her face into his neck. Clawing at his back. He looked conflicted when she looked into his eyes. The pain lessened but didn't go away.

"There's only one way I can make it stop…" He said, his gaze fixated on her lips. His eyes were full of lust and hunger. He gazed up and down her body. She nodded.

"Make it stop." She breathed, leaning in close. Capturing his lips with hers, she felt fire where their lips met, and she whimpered into the kiss. She clung to him and let their tongues dance. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest firmly. She was on his lap, straddling his hips. Feeling the ridge of him against her core, she ground her hips against his. He groaned and threw his head back.

"Setia, you have to be sure. I won't be able to stop." He grit out, sounding like he was in distress. He was clutching the cushions of the couch with white knuckles. She leaned forward, so her chest pressed against his, and she bit into his neck. He moaned.

"I'm sure." She whispered into his ear. He growled and gripped her hips, pressing her firmly against him. He thrust against her in a rhythm that mimicked sex. She felt him against her core and moaned. The fire was still consuming her. She clawed at his shirt, needing it off. She needed to feel his skin against hers. When he was bare, she took a moment to stare at him. He was glorious, fair, chiseled muscles, corded strength. She dragged her nails over his pectorals and down his abs. His muscles trembled.

She desperately clawed at her shirt. After removing it, she pressed her bare chest against his and moaned at the contact, feeling tingles erupt where their bodies met. He ran his hands up her back, over her sides. He leaned her back and cupped her breasts in his large, calloused hands. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, moaning softly. He rolled the two buds between his fingers and she whimpered.

Realizing she needed his pants off, and where they were, she took him by the hand and led him toward the bedroom. She turned toward him and felt for the button of his pants. Unzipping him, she reached her hand beneath the waistband of his pants to grip him. She found he wasn't wearing any underwear, and she gripped his bare shaft. He hissed and groaned, placing his hands on her shoulders.

She released him to pull his pants down. He stepped out of them. He reached for her and threw her down on the bed. She bounced and gasped. He gripped the hem of her pants and ripped the button, pulling them down. She bit her lip at his display of strength. He gripped her ankle, kissing along her leg, up her calf, to her thigh. He gripped the lace band of her panties in his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, he'd shredded them off of her.

He leaned in between her legs and inhaled, closing his eyes.

"If we had more time… but I will end the pain quickly." He kissed along her stomach, crawling up the bed over her. Kissing between her breasts, taking a moment to lick each bud, causing her to grasp his arms and shiver. He kissed up her collarbone, along her neck.

His hand trailed down her stomach, lower, until his fingers slipped between her lips to feel her moist heat. She whimpered, and he probed her with two fingers.

"Oh, you're so wet." He growled, plunging his fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. She writhed against him, biting at his neck and mewling. Riding his fingers, she ground her hips against him. She felt the tingles erupt, and the pleasure building. He brushed his thumb over her aching bud and she came apart with a cry, clinging to him as she shattered and wave after wave of pleasure rode her.

He kissed her lips gently, probing her with his tongue as he leaned her back against the pillows again. He seated himself between her legs and palmed her breasts. She arched against him. The heat had lessened, but it was still there. Aching. She needed, oh she needed… she didn't know. But she suspected she was about to find out.

With his hand, he positioned himself at her entrance. He kissed her again and entered her with a deep thrust. She cried out against him and dug her nails into his back. He thrust in and out of her in a relentless rhythm. She groaned and rocked her hips up to meet his thrusts.

She looked up at him and his eyes were solid red, the muscles in his neck were clenched as he had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He moved so that one of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, and he struck deep within her. She felt the pleasure mounting, and he reached between them to stroke her cleft in time with his thrusts.

"Oh Darien, I'm going to…" she screamed against him, arching her back as the tremors overtook her. She was soaring. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her. Triggered by her orgasm, Darien trembled and his thrusting became erratic and fast. He cried out and thrust against her, spilling his seed deep within her.

Slowly, as he collapsed against her, the fire had gone out. She panted, stroking his back up and down absent-mindedly. She leaned her head against his shoulder, content to hold him.

"That was…" she trailed off.

"Wow." He said, panting. Setia giggled, and she felt him chuckle, too. He rolled off of her and to the side, keeping his arm over her waist. She felt exhaustion pulling at her, and she snuggled into his embrace, giving in to the lull of sleep.