15. Leo

When I'm empty, Steve fills me. When I'm tired, he naps with me, his big arms wrapped around my body. When I'm hungry, he gets food sent to his front door so he doesn't have to leave my side to cook.

But that isn't the best part. When my heart aches for love, and I'm too scared to tell him what I really want, he somehow knows what I need. He doesn't tell me he loves me. That would be too much. Instead, he presses gentle kisses all over my body, massages my achy limbs, and whispers little things he likes about me until the ache in my chest mellows into a satisfied warmth.

I didn't know that was possible.

People say that heats are greedy—that no matter what an alpha does to satisfy his lover, the heat will demand more. They say that an omega's lust is a bottomless pit that can't ever be filled.

But people are wrong. Steve does satisfy me. I have moments of clarity between waves when I feel perfectly fine because he gives me what my body needs.

This whole time, the pit wasn't bottomless. I was just dating men who were too lazy to fill it. They told me I was asking for too much—that my needs were so enormous, they shouldn't be expected to meet them. They let me suffer so they didn't have to try as hard.

I'm not sure what I want to do with my life after this, but I know I don't want to spend any more time with alphas like that.

On the second night of my heat, Steve lies next to me in his bed, tracing patterns on my chest.

"Did you just draw an ‘S' on my chest, like Superman?" I ask.

He smiles. "Maybe." He traces an A next.

"That's Captain America."

He nods. "In some costumes. That's who I'm named after, by the way. Or as my alpha dad explains it, he named me after the man Captain America was before he got his powers because he was a good person, even without superhuman strength."

Maybe it's my heat, but that makes me tear up. Mostly because Steve is every bit the man his alpha dad wanted him to be.

"Do you have a namesake?" he asks.

I shake my head. "My omega dad thought Leo was a pretty name."

"It is." Steve rolls his body on top of mine, pinning me to the bed with his weight. I can barely breathe, but I love being trapped under his body like this. It makes me feel safe.

"I can smell your slick. You're ready to go again, aren't you?" he asks.

"Yes." The ache between my legs isn't overwhelming. If I was spending my heat with Dave, I wouldn't bother him about it. But I don't have to bother Steve to get my needs met. He's attuned to my body, anticipating my needs before I speak them aloud.

That makes me feel safe too.

He kisses me gently. "I think I can do it this time," he whispers against my lips.

I'm attuned to him too, and I know what he's talking about.

"Please."

"I've never bred an omega before, Leo."

Knowing that I get to have him in a way no one else has before makes the ache in my chest bloom into warm happiness.

That's the thing about needs. They're only uncomfortable if they're unmet.

"I've never been bred before." The other alphas could never get the right angle. They didn't really try.

Steve doesn't have to prep me before pushing inside. At this point, his size seems normal. He's exactly big enough to fill the emptiness inside me. I place my hand over the bulge in my abdomen and close my eyes. We're two halves of a whole, and his half is a marvelous. He makes my insides light up and sing with pleasure.

"I'm going to move us to the edge of the bed to get a better angle," he says.

He drags me to the right, almost effortlessly, until he slides off the bed, still inside me. The angle changes, just like he promised. He's pressing directly against the mouth of my womb. He grabs my hips and pushes directly into it. Sweet agony blooms inside me as he increases the pressure, slowly forcing me to open for him. I whimper as the head of his cock squeezes inside, impaling the sensitive flesh.

"Oh, Leo. You're so tight."

I grab for his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin. I need him to stay with me—to open me up even further. Not just my body, but my heart. I've closed myself off in so many ways because I had no hope that someone would treat me right or love me for who I am. But Steve keeps pushing deeper until the head of his cock is lodged inside my womb, tying us in the most intimate of ways.

"Steve!" I cry out.

He cups my jaw, looking deep into my eyes. The base of his cock swells within me, locking us together. "Someday, I'm going to make a baby with you, Leo. I'm going to marry you and grow old with you."

It isn't a question. He isn't proposing. He isn't expecting any kind of answer from me. He's just letting me know what he wants.

"Someday," I agree.

He moans as his seed spills inside my womb. It's hot and wonderful. I'm split so wide on his knot, I don't know if my body will ever be the same. I don't want it to be. I want Steve to change me forever.

I come, my body spasming painfully around his intrusion. The pleasure spreads through me like lightning, leaving my body exhausted and completely, wonderfully sated.

Someday we will have more than this. I believe that we'll get to do all the things Steve just mentioned. But for right now, this is enough.