20. Niall’s Accidental Heat

20

NIALL’S ACCIDENTAL HEAT

Jag froze. “I’ve never gone into a rut before.”

Niall stopped breathing. He peeked over his shoulder and found Jag’s dark gaze on him. “You’ve never?”

Ruts were special. Alphas only went into a rut if an omega they cared about was in heat.

Jag really cares about me.

“I’ve never,” Jag murmured, leaning in to press their mouths together in a tender kiss. “Never had an omega I wanted so much before.”

Niall’s heart tumbled.

“I want to make you feel so good,” Jag whispered. He kissed along Niall’s jaw and down his neck, pressing his lips against Niall’s scent glad. Then he raked his teeth over it, sending a jolt through Niall’s body.

Scent glands were special, too. Would Jag ever bite him there, and leave his bonding mark permanently on Niall’s skin?

It was too soon to think about that, wasn’t it?

“I can’t believe you’re letting me have your heat. So beautiful,” Jag growled. And he pulled out halfway, pushing his cock back inside with a demanding thrust.

Niall’s breath punched out of his lungs. “Aahh!”

“Like my cock, sweetheart?” Jag hiked up Niall’s hips. His next thrust sheathed his entire cock inside. Niall struggled to breathe; his entire body burned with pleasure, aching for another release. “You take me so well,” Jag purred. “Swallowing every single inch like you’re ready to be bred. And you will be. You’re in heat.”

Niall grew so wet, his ass ached. Jag swore against his skin.

“You just drenched me in your slick. Fuck!” Jag pulled out again. When he slammed back in, stars burst across Niall’s vision. Jag held Niall against the desk and began clapping their hips together, his cock raking against Niall’s prostate.

Niall writhed. “S-so much!”

“Too much?” Jag paused, his mouth hot against Niall’s neck.

“I need to hold onto something,” Niall whimpered. “But I can’t.”

“Let me get you something to bite on.” Jag scooped Niall up, letting Niall sink down on his cock. He strode out of the office with Niall impaled on him, Niall’s feet dangling above the floor.

“Feels weird,” Niall said. “Like I’m sitting on a hovercraft dildo.”

Jag snorted. He brought Niall to his bedroom and began looking in the closet. “Where are your jeans?”

Niall pointed them out. Jag grabbed a clean pair. Then he brought Niall to his bed and laid him out on his elbows and knees, bunching the jeans up in front of him so they were within easy reach.

“Will your teeth be okay with the denim?” Jag murmured, sliding his hand inside Niall’s hoodie. “Should I remove them?”

Niall shook his head. “They’re fine. Thank you.”

“Alright.” Jag kissed his neck, tugging on Niall’s nipples. Each pull went between his legs; Niall began panting the more Jag played with those pebbled nubs. “Do you like this, sweetheart? Do you want me to play with your nipples when I’ve knocked you up? Suck the milk from them when you produce too much?”

Niall’s breath punched out. He grew so hard, he was dizzy. “Please, please.”

“Mmm. I can’t wait to breed you full.” Jag kissed his neck. “Flood your womb with my come. Hold you down and fill you till you’ve got so much come inside, you can’t remember the times you were empty.”

Niall sobbed, squirming harder. “Please. Please fuck me.”

Jag groaned and pulled away. “Let me take my clothes off.”

His cock slid all the way out. Niall whined and shoved his ass up, needing Jag to hurry back.

Jag’s eyes flashed. “You’re so gorgeous. Just waiting for me to claim you. I want to paint you with my come, shoot it all deep inside.”

“Please.”

Jag dropped his pants. His body was a work of art, faded tribal tattoos melding together across his broad shoulders and lush pecs. His abdomen was defined, his thighs thick. And his cock—it curved up toward his stomach, glistening with precome.

Niall spread his legs wider, relaxing his hole. “Are you going to breed me now?”

Jag was on top of him in seconds . He grasped Niall’s shoulder and pushed him down, pinning him in place. He caught Niall’s ass with his other hand, massaging him, spreading his cheeks open. Then he slipped his large fingers between Niall’s cheeks, tracing his rim. “You’re gaping for me, sweetheart. Feel how much you’ve stretched?”

His fingers took a while to get around the circle of Niall’s hole. Niall buried his face in his jeans, moaning. “You’re so big.”

“All the better to breed you with,” Jag growled in his ear.

Niall’s body squeezed with anticipation.

Jag groaned. “That’s it. Tighten back up so I can stretch you again.”

“I’m fertile,” Niall blurted.

Jag’s breath rushed out. “ Fuck. ”

The next thing Niall knew, Jag had thrust his fingers into him, stretching his hole as he pushed his cock inside.

There was nothing quite like having an alpha cock buried deep. Niall cried out, his body opening around Jag, his hands sliding uselessly against the bed.

“Fuck, your body just sucked me right in.” Jag panted, pressing the jeans against Niall’s lips. “Bite down, sweetheart.”

Niall bit down. Jag fucked in so hard that Niall’s eyes rolled back, and he came.

Jag didn’t stop this time. He held Niall down and continued plowing his cock in through Niall’s orgasm, groaning low in his chest. “That’s it. Squeeze tight around me. Milk me for my come.”

Niall could only hold on with his teeth, moaning raggedly as Jag pounded in deeper, harder, lighting up his prostate so well that he came again, and again.

He couldn’t stop coming. Jag fucked against his prostate more often than not, his teeth grazing Niall’s shoulder. “I can’t wait to pump you full of come,” Jag panted, his strokes going short and fast, his cock swelling. “I’m gonna breed you and lock my come inside you. Make sure it takes.”

“Please,” Niall moaned.

Jag snarled and came, his cock pulsing hard, his warmth filling Niall inside. “F-feel my come painting you inside? There’s so much of it. You made my balls so heavy and—fuck. I’m still coming. Fuck. I’m gonna knot you now. T-tell me you don’t want it, sweetheart.”

“Knot me. Please,” Niall panted.

Jag groaned and continued to grind his cock inside, his knot swelling at the base of his cock. It grew so large that he couldn’t pull it out anymore without hurting Niall; it was so big that it pushed against Niall’s prostate, more so when Jag began grinding his cock deeper.

Niall bit down on his jeans, come shooting out of him.

“That’s it. Come for me,” Jag panted. “I’ve put every last drop of come inside your tight little hole. None of it is coming out until it takes.”

Niall sobbed against his jeans, his body humming with bliss. “Can you—Can you come another time?”

Jag growled. “I can try. Mmm, fuck. Your body is so tight and wet. Refusing to let me go.”

“It means you should breed me again.”

Jag huffed a laugh against Niall’s hair. And he resumed thrusting, slow and steady, holding Niall close as Niall came again. “You’re so good for me, sweetheart. Such a good boy.”

Niall shuddered. Jag kissed Niall wherever he could reach—his neck, his shoulders, his ear. He trailed his wrist all over Niall, covering him in his mahogany scent.

Being claimed like this, inside and outside, made Niall feel so wanted.

Jag’s thrusts sped up. He began panting, his body going taut. “I think I might come again,” he whispered breathlessly in Niall’s ear. “I’ve got another load, just for you.”

Niall squeezed around him as encouragement. Jag groaned; his strokes were more intense this time, because of his knot. It kept grinding against Niall’s prostate, wringing another orgasm out of him, then another.

Jag came when Niall clenched in another release, his arms wrapping tight around Niall as warmth flooded him a second time, Niall’s belly bulging a little with how much alpha come Jag had locked inside him.

“Gods,” Jag panted, rubbing his hand over Niall’s belly. “This is what you’ll be like, when you’re carrying our baby. Your belly round with a marking I gave you.”

Niall blushed, hiding his face in his drool-soaked jeans. “Will you regret it?”

Maybe it was too early to ask that, when they were both locked together, high on bliss. Maybe Jag’s answer would change as time passed.

“I won’t regret it,” Jag murmured against his shoulder. “I don’t want you to, either.”

Niall gulped.

Jag rolled them onto their backs. Then he sat up and rotated Niall on his knot, so they now faced each other, Niall straddling Jag’s hips.

When they were both sitting comfortably, Jag raked his gaze over Niall’s entire body. “How are you feeling? Was I too rough?”

Niall shook his head quickly. “No, no. That was perfect. Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me with your heat, sweetheart.” Jag cradled Niall’s face in his hands, kissing him softly on the lips. “For giving me your first time.”

Niall blushed. “I don’t feel like a virgin anymore. That was amazing.”

Jag grinned. “Yeah? I’m glad.”

He ran his hands over Niall’s sleeves, petting Niall’s torso through the hoodie and tugging it further down his hips. Niall stared. Aside from that first time, Jag had never tried to look at Niall’s hips, or under his shirt.

His breath stuttered as he made a decision. “Do you... want to see?” Niall asked hesitantly, nudging the hem of his hoodie. “I don’t want to ruin your mood.”

Jag narrowed his eyes. “You never have to be considerate about my mood, sweetheart. Especially not with that.”

“Why? It’s... not great. None of this is.”

“And no one was considerate when they did that to you. You don’t have to spare me.”

Niall opened and closed his mouth. His heart thumped. He nudged at his hoodie, then gave up and let his hands fall to his sides. “You can take it off, if you want.”

Jag leaned in and kissed his nose. “I won’t think any differently of you, okay? But I’ll probably want to kill someone again.”

“Sorry.” Niall said.

“No. Don’t be.” Jag pressed a kiss to Niall’s mouth. He gazed into Niall’s eyes for a long moment, then curled his large, warm fingers under the hoodie’s hem, slowly lifting it off Niall’s hips.

Niall squeezed his eyes shut. He knew what Jag saw: silvery, blotchy numbers, each half the size of his palm, stamped across one hip.

478

Jag’s breathing stuttered. He didn’t raise the hoodie any higher. Instead, he pressed gentle fingers to the numbers, and breathed out harshly. “What did they do to you?”

“Iron brands,” Niall mumbled, his stomach turning at the memory. “One for each number. They—They had alphas hold me down and they covered my eyes so I didn’t know what was coming. I didn’t know why all the new prisoners were screaming until it was too late.”

Jag gave a low, dangerous growl. When Niall peeked at him, he found Jag with his teeth gritted, his hands clenched into fists. “I want to kill every single person who laid a finger on you.”

“It can’t be good for your heart to be this mad,” Niall said.

Jag cracked an eye open, jaw ticking. “Making jokes about my age, sweetheart?”

Niall shrugged. “I’m not sure what else I can say. It’s all bad.”

Jag took several deep breaths. “Tell me what happened, from the beginning. Unless it makes you feel terrible.”

“I’ll need hugs.”

Jag wrapped his arms around Niall immediately, anchoring him against the solid wall of his chest. It helped to stave off the sick, oily feeling Niall got whenever he thought about that place. “I was eleven.”

Jag uttered a long string of curses. He blew out his breath, tucking Niall’s face against his throat. “Keep going.”

“I was walking home from school when a black SUV pulled up next to me. I knew I shouldn’t speak to strangers,” Niall said, huddling against his alpha. Gods knew how many times he’d replayed that memory, trying to find something he could’ve done to make that day turn out differently. “The passenger window rolled down and an omega inside wanted my help. I stopped and hesitated; the back doors opened and some alphas stepped out. I wasn’t fast enough to outrun them.”

Some of Niall’s dreams were about running. Those were scary, but not as terrible as what came after.

“They brought me to a warehouse with some other captured omegas and kids. When they got enough people, they herded us into a van with no windows and brought us to some kind of underground facility. Everyone was scared,” Niall said, shrinking into Jag. “They sorted us first. I don’t know how they decided. Then they took me and some others to be branded. It hurt for weeks.”

Jag growled, scrubbing his fingers through Niall’s hair, rubbing his back. “You’re safe now.”

“Yeah.” Niall sucked in a shuddering breath. “After the branding... they took my measurements. Weight, height, and all that. They took away my clothes and made me wear a prisoner outfit. And... And they started the injections.”

“Fuck,” Jag whispered. “What were those for?”

“I don’t know. I think they were trying to change me somehow. But it failed and my hands just got worse and worse. And they tried to do things to my teeth, too.” Niall’s breathing hitched. “I was so terrified when they pulled some out. I screamed a lot. They beat me to make me shut up. Then they decided it was easier to knock me out, and I’d wake up with blood in my mouth. Everything hurt, all the time.”

Jag was vibrating under him. “The vanilla scent?”

“That too,” Niall said. Thinking about it made him cringe all over. “I think they put implants in my body to experiment with something else. I don’t know if it’s permanent. But I presented as an omega with my scent already weird.”

“When did you get out?” Jag’s words were controlled, quiet.

“When I was sixteen.” Niall sighed. “Some people broke into the facility and got everyone out. There was a lot of yelling and gunshots. I don’t know if they caught all the bad guys. But it was such a good day. I thought I was hallucinating. It wasn’t until they put Evan on the phone and I heard him, and he started crying, that I realized maybe it was all over.”

Jag hugged him tight. He was still trembling. “I’m so glad you made it out of there,” he said, his voice rough. “So glad you’re with me now.”

“Same here,” Niall mumbled. He wriggled a little, wanting to know if Jag’s heart was pounding when he heard all of that. “Will you... Will you take my hoodie off?”

“Yeah.” Carefully, Jag slid the hoodie up the rest of Niall’s torso, and off his arms. He raked his gaze over Niall, his expression full of shards. There were scars all over Niall’s chest and back, too. From getting beaten up, and other experiments that didn’t seem to affect him. “I wish you didn’t have to go through all of that. I wish I hadn’t been in prison so I could’ve saved you somehow.”

“You couldn’t have known where I was,” Niall said. “Evan tried to look for me.”

“He couldn’t have been much older than you. I would’ve had more resources.”

“But you didn’t even know I existed until Evan got together with Troy.”

Jag sighed, pressing his face into Niall’s shoulder. “No, I didn’t.”

Jag took several deep breaths like he was trying to calm down. Niall leaned into him; Jag’s heart pounded against his chest, agitated but so strong.

“What did you do, before you went to jail?” Niall asked. “Did you have a job?”

“That’s a story for another day, sweetheart. It’s getting late.” Jag kept his nose on Niall’s scent gland, breathing him in. He ran his wrists all over Niall, over and over, covering Niall in his scent. “Right now I just—want to hold you.”

He was still here, despite learning about Niall’s terrible past. Despite knowing that Niall had been helpless while evil people played with his body. Despite knowing that Niall didn’t have all the parts a normal omega had.

“I can’t believe you’d let me touch you, after everything you’ve been through,” Jag said.

“I trust you.”

Jag blew out a shuddering breath. “I promise to protect you for as long as I’m able.”

That calmed something in Niall. He nuzzled closer, wrapping his arms around his alpha. “Thank you.”

Jag gently squeezed the back of Niall’s neck. As his knot receded, warmth leaked out of Niall—just a little at first, followed by a flood of it.

Niall looked down and leaned back so he could see better. “Holy... Wow.”

Jag quirked a smile. “Where did you think all that was going to go?”

“I didn’t think about it!”

“Mmm. We’ll talk about your heat tomorrow,” Jag whispered, lifting Niall and carrying him to the bathroom. Over his shoulder, Niall saw the trail of come they left all over the floor.

“That’s a lot of come.”

“Yes. You wanted to be filled twice, sweetheart.”

Niall’s thoughts tumbled. When he’d talked about being bred, he hadn’t been sure Jag would agree. Except Jag had readily locked two whole loads of come inside him, and Niall wasn’t even on BC. Because he’d never thought this would happen.

Oh, gods. What if I get pregnant?

Niall kept that anxious thought to himself, letting Jag lift him onto the bathroom counter. Jag’s cock slipped out; a lot more come splattered all over the bathroom floor.

Niall stared. That was a legendary amount of come. Probably more than Niall had shot from his own balls in his lifetime.

“Here.” Jag produced a damp washcloth, slowly wiping the dried sweat on Niall’s body. He wiped off all the come, too, sliding the terrycloth around Niall’s cock, then between his legs, wiping gently at his hole. When Niall was clean, Jag wiped himself down, too. “Want me to brush your teeth again?”

Niall gulped. “You don’t mind?”

Jag raised an eyebrow and filled a mug with warm water, handing it over.

They repeated the whole denture-brushing, mouth-cleaning process that Jag had helped him with yesterday. It was easier today, knowing that Jag had already seen all of this. Knowing that Jag wanted to kiss him in spite of everything.

They curled up in Niall’s bed together, Jag wrapped around him, his arm warm and strong around Niall’s waist.

“Sleep,” Jag murmured, his breath hot in Niall’s hair.

Niall slept.

Jag left in the middle of the night, though.