Chapter 6-Revon

“Don’t…” Adam breathed, and suddenly, he lurched forward.

I didn’t know what to do. It was far too late to step back, and I wasn’t heartless enough to let him fall face-first onto the dirty bathroom floor.

So of course, he landed on my arms.

My heart started racing as his scent filled my nostrils, and before I knew it, I was taking in a deep lungful of it like a true pervert. His heavy weight was so solid in my arms, so warm…so hot that it was as if my skin was crawling with fire ants.

“Hey, hey, hey, please don’t pass out on me, I cannot drag you to the nurse’s room!” I screeched, trying to hold him upwards. “Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, what do they feed you, rocks?”

“You smell so good,” Adam slurred, and poked his nose into my neck.

The fire ants transformed into fire scorpions, and my brain shorted out.

This was highly inappropriate. Even though I was cosplaying a Beta, my body was an Omega, and I was reacting to having a rutting Alpha so close to me. My entire body was tingling, and every instinct I had screamed at me to drag Adam somewhere safe and pile us both up with pillows and blankets. My heart raced as if I were running a marathon. Even my breathing felt heavy.

And with dread, I realized that my own body was heating up from the inside.

Dr. Lewis’ words flashed across my mind.

“Because it’s your first, it won’t be as sudden as books and movies suggest. No, it will creep in. First, you’ll feel feverish, and your skin will start to crawl. The room will feel stuffier than it was before, and you’ll get the urge to find an enclosed place and hunker down with all the comfort you can get your hands on.”

“You’re talking about the nesting instinct.”

“Exactly. This is what we call pre-heat. You will only have this once in your life. Usually, it’s triggered when the Omega finally presents. As you’re a late bloomer, it will be any time soon. You will have some time before pre-heat turns into complete heat, so I suggest as soon as you start feeling these symptoms, you return home from wherever you are and take the medicine I’m prescribing. As you don’t currently have a partner to spend your heat with, these will ease the discomfort. When you’re older, we’ll think about other methods.”

“Dr. Lewis, before, you said ‘usually’. Does that mean there are unusual ways for this to happen too?”

“Well, yes, if you were to come in contact with a rutting Alpha…”

Of course, the rarest occurrence will happen to me.

This was bad. I thought I was pheromone blind! I thought that because I wasn’t drawn to Alphas like the rest, I was safe.

 “Okay, okay, don’t panic, don’t panic,” I muttered more to myself than him. “I just have to flag someone down and get the nurse over here. It’ll all be over then.”

“Don’ wanna go,” Adam grunted and shoved his face further into my neck. I felt the soft skin of his nose right over my scent gland, and my hands tightened around his waist. “You smell so good, baby.”

A violent shiver racked up my spine, and I bit my tongue hard to keep a moan from escaping my throat. His heady scent was affecting me so much that I was starting to get hard. He brushed his nose along the line of my scent gland, and his tongue darted out for a lick. It was impossibly hot, and I felt something release deep in me, and my inner thighs felt wet.

I was rapidly losing control of myself. Realistically, this was bad.

But at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

His hands on my skin were like a brand, and I wanted more of it. I found myself leaning into him instead of holding his weight as my mind began to fill with a strange sort of fog. The only thing important at that moment was him and me and getting as close as possible.

“You too,” I hear my voice say, although I gave no command to my mouth to say it. “Smell so good. Alpha…”

“Need you,” he said, hand creeping down my back, and dipping under the waistband of my trousers. “Need you bad, ‘mega. It hurts.”

It hurt me as well. The ache had progressed from fire to pain, and I needed his hands on me yesterday.

“Touch me,” I said. That’s all I wanted; to be touched. I was an Omega, and he was an Alpha, and we were meant to be. It was instinctual. There was no reason for me to not want this.

And God, did I want it.

With one slick move, he pushed his hand into my underwear, and one rough, slender finger pressed into my opening.

I keened, pushing my whole body into him. He growled, and suddenly, we were moving.

My back hit the wall with a thud, and the door closed behind us, automatically locking with a click. His finger pressed into my already slicked-up hole and pressed inside. Not quite breaching, but not quite on the outside, and I saw white.

“Yes,” I hissed, throwing my head back for him to reach forward and bury his nose in my neck again. “Touch me, touch me, I’m so hot, please!”

The hard bulge on his pants pressed against mine, and we started to rut, then and there, with my back against the toilet wall and his to the door. Thank God there was a concrete wall behind us. He pushed into me like an animal, all Kennedy finesse lost, and I pushed back in equal vigor. At the same pace, his finger pushed into me, popping past the rim and going deep within, my body sucking him in hungrily.

It wasn’t enough. I needed something bigger, something to fill me up. But still, it was eons better than how I felt before, so empty I could barely breathe.

His grunts mixed with my whimper. We moved in sync. The white-hot pressure in the base of my stomach grew and grew. It went on and on and on, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted more, I needed more, needed him like he was the very air in my lungs, the essence that kept me alive, the pleasure I never dreamed of experiencing, my Alpha…

His finger pressed against something deep inside me, and it was like a switch had flipped.

I came with a guttural yell, and he followed, his roar muffled by my neck.

For a long moment, we held onto each other, breathing in his scent, and never wanting to let him go. I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life, so safe. Like I was exactly where I belonged, and I had to be insane to move.

And then the haze of heat-based pleasure subsided, and reality came crashing in.

Not just for me, but for him as well.

“Oh, my god!” He yelped, pushing back from me. Hurt flashed through my heart, but it was quickly drowned by horror.

Because oh, my god, what had I done?

With the orgasm, his rut has subsided, even though it was temporary.

Wide blue eyes stared at me as if he was seeing me for the first time, filled with horror, and instinctively, I braced for impact. I’ve heard these types of stories before.

He has the prettiest girl in school on his arm, but he’d shared a moment in his rut with me, a supposed Beta, a male Beta at that. If he were anything like his friends, I was going to get beaten up so badly.

But then his mouth opened, and words I never thought to hear slipped out.

“Did I just force myself on you?”

“What? No!” I hastened to explain, my voice shaking. “No, nothing like that. This is on both of us.”

Because I’d given my consent, wantonly so. I enjoyed what we did. I’d wanted it with everything I was.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, come cooling in our underwear, and breathed heavily. There was blood on his lip. He’d bitten it instead of me. I couldn’t help but be grateful for it. My anus ached in a strange way, not entirely unpleasant. Not too bad for teenage fumbling.

It was so awkward that I wanted to run away. But he was blocking the door.

A pink tongue darted out and wet his lips. My eyes helplessly followed that motion.

“So,” he said. “That happened.”

“That it did,” I replied.

“I thought you were a Beta.”

My heart sank.

“My dad’s going to kill me!”

Instantly, concern etched over his handsome features.

“Wait, what? Why?”

“It’s complicated, I’m not supposed to be like this.”

He frowned. “Like what? An Omega? That’s what you are! There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“It’s complicated,” I repeated, running my hands through my hair, my mind racing, trying not to let the panic overwhelm me. “This cannot get out. You need to keep this a secret, okay, because it will ruin my life. I’ll…I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t tell anyone.”

“I wasn’t planning to, but I swear, I won’t tell. I promise. I don’t want this to get out either,” Adam replied, and for some reason, that last sentence hurt a little. He was already starting to sweat again. “Are you okay, though?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I was one second away from a breakdown, but he didn’t need to know that. I couldn’t believe it. With Adam Kennedy of all people! His finger was still shiny. That finger had been inside me!

“Then, that’s that,” Adam replied, not meeting my eyes. He was cherry red, but that could be from the rut. Even though the lucidity had returned, he still had a couple of days to go before the rut would end. “I need to go to the nurse now. You, too.”

I shook my head. “Nope, straight to home for me. I’m skipping school.”

Adam shot me a look but immediately reddened even more and looked away. “Okay then. Thanks for, you know, being cool about this.”

“Same to you.” Oh, God, this was so awkward.

“Um, good-bye,” Adam turned to open the door.

Because I had the luck of a pebble, the bathroom door slammed open, and a familiar voice boomed.

“He must’ve gone in here! This is the closest bathroom.”