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THE NEXT MORNING , I was absolutely miserable.

I hadn't experienced a heat like this in… Well, ever. I'd always been completely steady and regular, even after pregnancy. And my heat blockers always tamped down the worst of everything, leaving me with just a fleeting sensation of neediness and only for a day or two at most. Totally manageable.

This was like being trapped in a sauna but without the relief of death.

I was so hot, burning all over and there was a terrible itch inside me that I hadn't come close to being able to scratch.

I'd managed to get Ty on the school bus without him figuring out anything was wrong, and after that I'd laid in the shower, trying hopelessly to rid myself of the all-encompassing desperation plaguing me. But bringing myself to orgasm hadn't given me any relief, not even when I'd fucked myself with my fingers. It wasn't enough .

And through all of it, there had definitely only been one person on my mind. I couldn't shake the mental image of Karter Morrison on top of me, inside me, fucking my heat away. Spoiling me, like he had promised he wanted to do.

I absolutely couldn't let him get anywhere near me, or I'd climb him like a tree. Gritting my teeth, I sent him a text message.

I'm really sorry, I know this is late notice, but don't come today. We have to reschedule.

His reply was almost immediate.

What's wrong?

Of course he wouldn't let me leave it vague. The man was so nosy he'd straight out asked me if I was a virgin, for Christ's sake.

I'm not feeling well.

The moment I hit send, I knew that was the wrong approach to take. My realization was confirmed by his next message.

If you're sick, I'll bring you some medicine. What is it exactly you're ailing from?

He really did want to take care of me. My heart wanted to flutter, but I didn't think there was enough blood in my body left that wasn't being taken up by my stiff dick. And who the hell used the word ailing in a text message anyway?

I'm not sick exactly. I don't need any medicine.

I'd already taken heat blockers, an hour or so earlier, but they weren't doing much to help me. Maybe I should double up and take some more. I knew for a fact I wouldn't be able to do anything productive until I could focus on something other than needing to get fucked.

I'll be there in ten.

Groaning, I jammed my face into a couch cushion. That was the worst case scenario. My hard cock twitched with excitement that Karter would be in my presence shortly.

"Forget it," I said out loud. Talking to a body part was very mentally stable and not concerning at all. "It's not happening."

There were so many reasons it wasn't happening that I couldn't even come up with them all. For one, we barely knew each other. I definitely liked him and I was definitely hot for him, but that didn't change the fact that I'd had more conversations with the dog groomer who kept his mobile grooming station parked outside the grocery store. And we didn't own a dog.

For another thing, I wouldn't feel right hooking up with someone that didn't know about Ty. It felt wrong, somehow. Wrong for me to hide that I was a dad like I was ashamed of it, and wrong to trick someone into fucking a dad without their knowledge.

Then there was the obvious unavoidable fact that Karter was built like a fucking statue and I was built like a guy who went to the gym approximately zero times a week and ate a lot of the same foods as my six-year-old kid, chicken nuggets and fruit gummies.

Still, he was coming and there was no way for me to stop him. I could have locked my door and not opened it, but who knew how long he'd stand out there knocking? I was starting to realize that he was maybe a little nuts. Not, like, nuts enough for me to stop seeing him or anything. But there was definitely an element of crazy going on there.

As the seconds ticked by and all I could do was wait, very dangerous ideas started coming to life in my head. And all those reasons that I definitely, absolutely, without question couldn't sleep with Karter started to seem really dumb and insignificant.

He wanted me. I wanted him. We were both consenting, otherwise unattached adults. At least, I was pretty sure he was unattached. He wasn't anyone's mate, at least, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to scent me like he claimed he could.

Letting out a petulant whine, I looked at my phone. I still had five minutes. Ignoring every bit of common sense and rational reasoning I'd ever had, I hopped up from the couch and headed into the bathroom, swiping up the gift bag from the day before and bringing it with me.

By the time he knocked on the door I had two warring forces inside me. They had very clear, very simple motivations. Fuck and don't fuck. But I had a secret weapon in case the don't fuck side somehow came out on top of the battle. The fact that I did kind of made it clear what I really wanted, but I wasn't ready to mentally admit that yet.

When I let him in, his reaction to my heat was instant and very noticeable. His pupils dilated, blowing out to take up nearly his entire iris, and his jaw clenched. The sight of him sent even more heat shooting down my body, settling between my legs. I didn't need to say anything. He knew exactly what I needed.

"Cameron." His voice was slightly strained, but mostly stern. Like he was scolding me for playing a trick on him.

"Yes?" My voice came out in a squeak. His eyes flicked down my body. I knew my ratty t-shirt and cotton pajama pants weren't particularly sexy or enticing, other than maybe the fact that my dick was very clearly trying to drill through them, tenting them out in a very obvious way. And at least it was keeping him from looking around at my tiny apartment with the peeling wallpaper and old appliances. He'd probably grown up in a mansion.

He was quiet for a few moments, like he wasn't sure what to say. The suspense was agonizing. Was I expecting too much from him? Would he resent me for putting him in this position?

"Would you like me to go?" He was leaving it up to me. But I couldn't tell if he wanted to be here or not.

"No," I said honestly. I'd asked him not to come, but… On some level, I'd known he wouldn't listen. I'd wanted him here, and I still did.

He walked over to the small, round table Ty and I usually ate at, and picked up the bottle of heat blockers I'd left sitting there.

"You've taken these?" He asked, rattling the bottle a little.

"I took one an hour ago," I confirmed. "But this, like, never happens to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, my heat is never like this. Ever. I'm kind of… Lost."

"Take another one," he ordered, shaking a pill out into his palm and handing it to me. I swallowed it with a sip of tap water. I didn't usually need more than one at a time, but this was so different. "You understand that as an alpha, I have an obligation not to take advantage of an omega in heat."

"I know, but…" Swallowing, I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. "You wouldn't be. Taking advantage of me, I mean. I'm not a child."

"I know you aren't," he said firmly. "But if you aren't in control of your decisions, then it's wrong for us to do anything."

"But it's not like I didn't want you yesterday. When I wasn't… You know." I gestured to myself, but he seemed to understand what I meant. "And… I know you want me, too." It was the last reasoning I could cling to. If he turned me down now, I'd die of embarrassment. If I didn't die of horniness first.

His laugh came out in a rasp. "That was never up for debate, sweet boy. No one has ever intrigued me the way you do, from the moment I laid eyes on you." It was hard for me to believe, but every cell in my body wanted to trust that it was the truth.

He was moving toward me now. My breath started coming out harshly, excitement and nerves and scorching desire seizing me more with each step he took.

"You'll tell me to stop if you change your mind?" He asked, already pulling his tie out from his collar.

"Yes," I promised. Practically ripping my shirt over my head, I threw it somewhere behind me.

When he finally reached me, I wound my arms around his neck, letting out a small moan when I was picked up effortlessly. My legs clamped around his waist and I couldn't stop myself from nuzzling his jaw, pressing kisses there. The texture of his rough stubble against my lips ignited me even more, and I couldn't help but grind my hips forward against his torso.

"I don't want to mess your nice suit up," I whispered, gasping as my back was pressed against a cool wall. Compared to my burning skin, it was like ice. My desperation was peaking now. The sensation of being picked up like a doll was deliciously addictive. His size and strength, the way he used them, it was so sexy.

"Don't worry about that," Karter said, kneading my ass. His hands were so big. "I can be out of this the moment you're ready for me to be inside you."

"Um, yeah, that's pretty much right now. You can tease me or romance me or whatever else later, but I just need you to fuck me. Now ."

"There's no need to beg me. I won't deny you anything," he promised, shifting so he was supporting me with one hand, pushing open the door to our left with the other.

"Oh, wait!" The words tumbled out once my lust-hazed brain realized what he was doing, but it was too late. The door opened, revealing a cluttered room with posters of superheroes on the walls and action figures on the shelves. My heart stopped for a moment, panic coursing through me. I hadn't planned on this yet. Would Karter be pissed at me for not telling him the truth? And why the hell was this happening now ?

Tilting his head, he eyed the juvenile setting before us. "I'm willing to accept some quirks, Cameron, but I don't think I can fuck you on this bed." It was tiny, and the frame was styled to look like a flaming racecar, wheels and all. Groaning lightly, I let my forehead fall onto his broad shoulder.

"This isn't my room, Karter. It's Ty's."

"But this apartment just has the one bedroom, doesn't it?"

"This is the only bedroom," I confirmed.

"Does your brother live here?"

Inhaling a deep breath, I did my best to ignore the insistent throbbing in my body. Nothing more fun than trying to have a serious conversation with a boner. "Ty isn't my brother. He's my son. The room is his, and I sleep on the couch."

"Your son." He repeated the words like he didn't understand them at first, but he looked thoughtful. The silence was agonizing. Only 30 seconds earlier, I'd felt so secure and treasured in his arms, and now I just wanted to wiggle out of his grip and die in a corner. "That explains a lot."

He didn't sound angry. He didn't even really sound that shocked. His calm tone helped assuage some of my panic.

"You aren't upset?" I finally asked. I couldn't take the uncertainty.

When he realized that I was waiting for a negative reaction, he reached up with his free hand to pet over my hair. Even though the touch was completely innocent, it felt so good I wanted to moan.

"Of course I'm not. I'm surprised, I'll admit, only because you're so young." The corner of his mouth perked up a bit with his next words. "But it's interesting. Baby boy has a baby boy. I wasn't expecting that."

"Does it… Turn you off?" I couldn't help but ask. I wouldn't have blamed him or resented him for it. But the idea that he would lose interest in me punched a metaphorical hole in my gut.

"Turn me off?" He shook his head at my question, furrowing his brow. Leaning forward, he touched his forehead to mine. The sweet tenderness in the gesture, despite that my legs were clamped around him, turned my heart inside out. "You have so many facets, Cameron. You've gone through so much already, it makes me want to hide you away from everyone and everything."

The sheer relief that he'd reacted like this bloomed inside me, pushing out all the worries and anxiety I'd had. Karter's words were sweeter and more genuine than I'd ever heard from anyone, let alone an alpha. I wasn't sure if it was from my heat, or because he was accepting the thing I'd been so terrified to tell him, but yearning for him overwhelmed me, leading me to grip his face with my hands, crushing our mouths together.

If he was surprised by my sudden kiss, he didn't show it. The rest of the world seemed to fade out, and all of my focus zeroed in on this one man, and how our bodies were pressed together. I didn't want anything separating us. He swallowed my whimpers for a bit, keeping me stuck to the wall as I clung around his neck and waist.

When his amazing mouth shifted from mine to cruise along my jaw and settle on my sensitive neck, where my pheromone glands were, I shivered. His tongue laved the skin there, pulling gasps and moans from me that I couldn't hold in. When he opened his mouth to press his teeth against me, my heart pounded in my chest like an earthquake. If he bit me there, hard enough to break the skin and inject his DNA into me, it would alter the chemistry in my body. We would be bonded, and other alphas wouldn't be able to scent me anymore, ever. But even Karter Morrison wasn't crazy enough to do that, was he?

"Where should I take you?" He murmured, pulling back from my neck. Relief flooded through me, as well as… Disappointment? Had I actually wanted him to bite me? It was my heat. Definitely just my heat making me temporarily certifiably insane.

"The couch."

He made quick work of tossing the back cushions aside before gently laying me down and taking off his clothes. He hadn't been exaggerating about making it quick, either. When he shrugged off the shirt he'd unbuttoned, exposing his muscular chest and chiseled stomach, I couldn't hold back from dipping my hand under my pajama bottoms and stroking myself in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure pulsing through me.

His eyes locked to where my hand had disappeared to, and he let out a low growl as his pants and boxer briefs dropped to the ground. He was already fully hard, the thick flesh standing up straight. I shuddered, my hole twitching as I imagined how it would feel to be fucked by someone like Karter Morrison.

"Starting without me, Cameron?" He murmured to me as he lowered himself down onto the couch. I lifted my hips as he hooked under the waistband of my pajamas, finally peeling them off.

My cheeks heated up as he stared down at the skimpy lace panties I'd put on right before he'd arrived. I'd planned on trying to seduce him if he turned me down, and I thought they would help. Turns out I hadn't needed them. But seeing the lustful look in his eyes was totally worth it, anyway.

"You said you wanted to see me in them," I said, wiggling a bit in anticipation as he tore his gaze back up to my face. I was pretty sure the idea behind the design was to look innocent and angelic and my leaking cock sticking up past the hem was kind of killing that concept, but he didn't seem to mind.

"And you're just so accommodating."

He'd said it off-handedly, mostly meant as a joke, but the observation made me practically purr inside. It was supposedly a natural part of my genetic makeup, this biological need to submit and serve and please my alpha, but I'd never experienced it until Karter.

He spread my legs a little wider so he could settle between them before kissing and nibbling up my thighs. When his lips moved on to licking and suckling me through the textured lace pattern, I could only moan and thread my fingers through his hair. The wet heat of his mouth engulfed me without warning, his tongue pressing into all the best spots as he moved up and down.

I tried not to be embarrassed that I could already feel an orgasm building up and we'd barely started, but that wasn't exactly my fault. Being in heat made me super sensitive.

"I'm going to come," I managed to whimper out just as I felt my groin tighten. It felt so good after so much desperation that my mind pretty much blanked while it was happening. By the time I was back into full awareness, I was being flipped over onto my stomach with my face smashed into the cushions.

"Karter?"

"Your couch is too small for me," he explained, close to my ear. "It'll be easier like this."

I instinctively raised up to my knees, keeping my head down and my back arched. Basically presenting myself to him. When he slipped the frilly underwear down to expose my ass, I could only squeeze my eyes closed and try not to feel embarrassed. He didn't fully remove them, only pulled them down my legs, kind of locking my thighs together.

"Perfect little omega. You're so ready for me." His words once again thrilled me, sending a shiver of pride coursing through my form. I knew I was soaking wet. I could feel slick practically dripping down my thighs. "You're on birth control, right?"

Shit. I knew my heat-addled brain was forgetting something. Something super important.

"Um, no." The words were practically painful to admit. Anything that was going to prevent his cock from being in me was my immediate enemy. "I don't really do this a lot, so…" I didn't really do this ever . Not since having Ty, anyway. And honestly, six years of celibacy, seven if you count the pregnancy, hadn't been that bad. Until Karter Morrison had charged into my life and gotten me all worked up. "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize, sweet boy."

I felt the warmth of his body leave me, and strained my neck to look behind me to see what was going on. After fishing around for his wallet, he pulled out a foil wrapper. He ripped it open and rolled it down onto his thick shaft. Thank every god in every religion he'd had that.

His large hands gripped me, opening me, before two of his fingers slipped inside. It wasn't anywhere near enough, but the way he stroked my inner walls was good enough to make me quiver.

"You don't need me to stretch you," he observed, sounding kind of amused. Like he was teasing me. "Were you playing with yourself today, Cameron?"

"I was thinking about you when I did it," I said. I don't know what possessed me to admit anything so incredibly humiliating, but he seemed happy about it.

"What were you imagining?" He asked. I felt the cushions sag and shift as he settled his body behind me. Finally.

"I was imagining you… taking care of me." It wasn't an exact description of the lewd fantasies I'd been having, but it was kind of an all-encompassing term.

"You want me to take care of you like this?" He questioned, just as I felt the broad head of his cock press against my slicked hole. He rubbed it over me, teasingly. I clenched, my dick pulsing with need.

"Yes, please. Please. Just like this."

He'd said I wouldn't need to beg, but I'd ended up doing it anyway. Just a little. But true to his word, once I had, he slowly pushed inside, popping through my tight ring. I was already kind of stretched from my fingers earlier, but he was so big. Even with the prior prep, I felt so incredibly full already. And I could tell he was only partway in. By the time his pelvis bumped my ass, I was practically dying.

"You feel so good." The words tumbled out of my mouth without my permission. But I loved it when he praised me, so he probably felt the same, right?

"You're amazing," he retorted. His voice was strained. He started moving inside me, dragging his cock out, scraping all my most sensitive places before thrusting back in. I loved his harsh panting and soft groans. I hoped he liked the noises I was making, because I couldn't hold them back anyway.

The sound of my moans and his flesh smacking against me with every pump of his hips filled my tiny apartment. Reaching between my legs, I barely had to brush my dick to bring on another orgasm. My inner muscles clenched as my balls tightened, and my come streaked the blanket I kept tossed over the couch.

His rhythm faltered at the feeling of my ass clamping around him, and he let out a harsh groan. "Oh, Cameron . You're so perfect. You take my cock like you were made for it, baby boy."

The words were so unbelievably hot, so exactly what I needed to hear, that if there had even been a chance of a refractory period for me, it was obliterated. I was instantly hard again, and still needy. But I didn't just want to come again. I needed to feel his pleasure to be satisfied now.

I didn't have much leverage to be able to push back against him, but I did my best, begging him for more with my body language. Somehow, he found the perfect angle to bump into my prostate with each thrust, reducing me to moans of ecstasy. I could tell when he was getting close, the knowledge pulling me closer, too. I wanted to see his face when he came, but I couldn't, and I couldn't ask him to stop. Next time, I promised myself.

When the perfect pressure inside me was too much and I couldn't delay it any longer, I came a third and final time. It was so intense that tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I made noises I couldn't even describe. His name was among those broken, senseless words.

His fingers squeezed my hips hard as he was coming, and he burrowed deeper inside me than I thought it would be possible to go. His groans were so hot, so deep and raspy. The fact that it was my body that had given him so much pleasure felt heavenly, like I'd been blessed with some divine power. I practically ached with the need to feel his seed filling me up, but that wasn't my fault either. Heat made omegas kind of stupid.

Just when I thought his orgasm was coming to an end, he let out a harsh gasp, his body jerking against me.

"What?" I asked, concerned, even while my brain was still totally fuzzy. His tone was kind of alarming. It was time for cuddling and the rosy afterglow, not some scary discovery. "Karter, what's wrong?"

My stomach dropped as I waited for his answer.