Chapter 12

12

T he mattress dips beneath Caleb's weight as he joins me on the bed, and his hands slide over my quivering thighs.

"Should I turn on the security cameras, Oliver?" he asks, his voice teasing. "Let the guards see what a needy mess you are?"

My hips drop, trying to hide. As much as I've fantasized about being seen like this, it's never been while I'm out of my mind with Heat.

"Don't worry." Caleb leans over me, his body cool on my burning flesh, his breath hot against my ear. "This sight is only for me."

Straightening, his strong fingers grip my waist, lifting me back into position. Broad hands smooth over my ass, spreading me open to play with the butt plug, pushing it deeper before slowly dragging it out.

The bulk at the center stretches me, and he pauses there, leaving me gasping. "Does it hurt?"

Is he worried I won't be able to take his size?

"No, it feels good." Desperation fills my voice. "But I need something bigger."

Caleb continues to toy with me, plunging it in and out as if testing the truth of my words. When I rock my hips, trying to fuck myself on the hard silicone, he finally removes it and tosses it onto the bed near my head. It glistens with slick, and my inner muscles clench on nothingness, the empty sensation unbearable.

I twist to peer back at him, seeking reassurance that he won't stop this time.

He watches me as he fists his cock, slapping the length against my quivering hole. "I can't wait to see your tight little ass stretched around me."

Desire pools in my belly at the words, and I try to scoot backward, to impale myself on him, but the cuffs that bind my wrists won't allow me to close the distance.

"You're such a greedy boy," Caleb rumbles in approval .

A flush spreads through my body, and I wiggle my hips.

He fits his head to my entrance, the heat of his skin a match for my fever. My muscles clench and release, trying to pull him inside.

"Fuck, it feels like your body's kissing me." He flexes forward, his thick head breaching me.

I sob with relief, rocking backward to take him deeper, but Caleb pulls out until just his tip fills me again. Frustration surges through me and escapes as a whine. Desperate for more, I fist the chain binding my wrists, yanking on it to no avail.

With a throaty chuckle, Caleb grips my hips, keeping me in place. He pushes into me again, his shaft stretching me wider. I clench around him as he withdraws, then thrusts in again, setting a steady pace. The pleasure builds, driving me wild, my gasps filling the room with each thrust.

"Please… Caleb, please…" I moan into the mattress, the sheets damp under my cheek.

"Come for me," he orders, and I do, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy.

As my body quivers, Caleb's fingers dig hard into my flanks. "Don't tense up."

Confusion fills me, then I gasp as he pushes the rest of the way inside, moving past the point where the toy had stretched me. The sensation burns as he sinks deep, and I claw at anything I can reach, trying to hold on to something as the intensity rolls over me.

"Relax," Caleb murmurs, one hand stroking my back.

With gentle rocks, he coaxes me through the initial invasion. My body gradually grows accustomed to his size, muscles melting with the fever, submitting to my Alpha's touch.

As if Caleb was waiting for this as a signal, he picks up speed, the hot glide of his cock driving my pleasure, and another orgasm sweeps through me.

Growling, Caleb pulls out and flips me to my back.

Dazed, I stare up at him, his face twisted with passion as he grabs my hips and lifts me. Eyes locked with mine, he slams back inside.

A loud moan rips from my throat, my legs wrapping around his flexing waist. My body rises to meet each of his thrusts, desperate for more. Pleas fall from my lips, drowned out by the rush of my pulse in my ears.

Every nerve comes alive, attuned to the sensation of Caleb inside me, claiming me as his own. My hard dick slaps against my stomach with the force of our joining, cum leaking in a steady stream from the tip as my pleasure intensifies.

"You feel incredible." Caleb grips my hips with bruising pressure. "You were made for taking me, Oliver."

The words ring in my bones. The way our bodies fit together, the way he fills me so completely, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place.

"Deeper, please," I beg, needing to be filled to the point of bursting.

"Greedy little Omega," he says, tenderness behind the words.

He surges forward until his pelvis presses flush against my ass. The depth of his possession pushes me toward the edge, my muscles straining.

"Come for me," he orders roughly.

My dick jumps, thin white streaks painting my stomach.

As cum pulses into my channel, filling me with my Alpha's seed, the fever's burn abates. Caleb's hips move in short thrusts, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure from my spent body.

Then he bends over me, our bodies still connected, and captures my slack mouth in a messy kiss of teeth and tongues that leaves my lips stinging and the fever rising once more.

"Mine," he groans into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "You're mine, Oliver. Never forget."

I nod weakly, too overwhelmed to speak.

Grabbing my leg behind the knee, he hooks it over his arm to start moving again, and the burn of my Heat sweeps away everything else.

The sensation of cool liquid sliding down my throat draws me back to consciousness.

I blink the haze from my vision and find Caleb cradling me, a water bottle pressed to my lips. A cold drop escapes, trickling down my chin, and I shiver at the chill.

Caleb sets it on the nightstand before wiping the dampness away with his thumb. He pops it into his mouth and rumbles in pleasure.

At the sight, my sore body tries to rise once more, but all my dick can do is twitch.

Caleb chuckles and brushes my hair back from my face. "You need more fluids if you want to go another round. How do you survive when you're alone during your Heats? "

"They're not that bad." My brows sweep together in confusion. "Not like I've heard some Omegas have it."

Caleb's head tilts to the side, the motion drawing my attention to the scratches and bite marks peppering his chest and shoulders. My focus drops to my hands, which rest unbound in my lap, only a faint redness left from the cuffs.

Caleb reaches for the water and urges me to take another sip. "Your Heat lasted almost a week, and it was a fight to convince you to eat or drink anything the entire time. I had to threaten to take my cock away before you'd agree."

A flush rises to my cheeks, but I shake my head. "That can't be right. My Heats only last two days, three max."

Caleb sets the bottle down again and grabs his phone off the nightstand, showing me the date displayed on the screen.

Sure enough, the fever took hold on a Thursday, and it's now Monday.

Astonishment washes over me, followed by a wave of gratitude as I realize how much Caleb did. With the haze from my Heat clearing, I notice the fresh sheets, the clean feel to my body, and how I wear a pair of silky pajamas that don't chafe despite how sensitive my skin feels.

"Thank you for taking care of me," I whisper, my throat hoarse.

"It's what Alphas do for their Omegas." He presses a tender kiss to my forehead.

I shift, wanting to wrap my arms around him, and something shifts in my ass, sending a burst of unexpected pleasure through me. "What…"

"Easy there." Caleb reaches between my legs to massage the flared base of the butt plug, and another hot jolt rolls through me, my hips twitching. "Don't worry, I put this in prior to cleaning you up, so all of my seed stayed where it belongs."

Moaning, I twist to catch Caleb's lips in a deep kiss, our mouths moving together with a fervor not at all driven by my Heat.

Caleb's hands roam over my body, reigniting desire even through exhaustion. But he pulls back before it goes too far. "You're not getting any more until you come downstairs and eat some proper food. No more protein bars for you."

"Later," I promise, but Caleb shakes his head and slides out of bed, striding to his wardrobe.

More scratches cover his back and ass, bright red against his fair skin. His hair lies loose around his shoulders, his chin clean-shaven despite the beard burns that chafe beneath my pajamas. He slips into a pair of black slacks and a casual polo shirt, looking every bit the perfect Alpha.

"Finish your water and then come downstairs." Caleb's firm stare dares me to challenge him in this. "And don't remove the plug. That privilege belongs to me."

As he leaves the room, I fall back on the bed, burying my nose in the sheets and inhaling the heady combination of my and Caleb's pheromones. I want to curl up and stay here for the rest of the day, but I also don't want to test Caleb when he's being so gentle and giving.

I reach back to touch my ass, fingers slipping over the concave, silicone base. Imagining his cum still within me, my inner muscles clench around the thick shaft inside, a shiver running down my spine.

My hand moves up to my throat, thumb brushing against the nape guard protecting the spot on my neck.

Disappointment washes over me to find it still in place, and when I check beneath the metal plate at the back, the skin is unbroken. I want Caleb's Mark, but I can't be greedy. While I've been aware of him for a long time, it doesn't go both ways. It's too soon to expect a commitment.

With a sigh, I finish the water before I get to my feet, the plug rubbing my insides with every wobbling step I take out of the bedroom.

At least being in bed for almost a week gave my cut foot time to heal, though now I ache in so many other places. My legs tremble as I walk down, muscles aching from days spent lost in pleasure.

The scent of food wafts up from below, and my stomach rumbles in anticipation. Weaker than I've ever been after a Heat, I grip the railing for support, taking the stairs one at a time.

When I shuffle into the kitchen, Caleb stands at the island. He turns to face me, lips spreading in a smile, and alarm bells go off in my head.

I freeze, uncertain of what to do.

"Hey, baby." He sweeps forward to embrace me and leans down for a kiss.

Panicking, I rear back and slap him across the face.

"Ow!" Shock flashes through his familiar, dark-brown eyes, and he frowns. "What was that for?"

"Don't touch me." Not waiting for him to comply, I sweep my arms up between us and push them outward, knocking his hands off .

A shove against his chest sends him stumbling back a step in his surprise.

He rubs the red mark blossoming on his cheek. "What's going on, baby?"

"I'm not your baby." I hug my elbows close to my body. "Where's Caleb?"