7- Take Care Of You

His head slammed into mine before I could react.

The impact cracked through my skull, white-hot and blinding. My grip on his mouth loosened, and Ael shoved me back hard enough that I went down.

He was on top of me before I could move, his fists raining down instantly. “You keep talking like you don’t understand what a fucking boundary is! What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not interested in you. I don’t want you. I don’t want you in my business. I don’t want your fucking dick. I don’t want you in my life. You’re a pathetic dog that doesn’t know what consent is!”

I took every hit he gave before he stopped.

His face was red, sweat dripping from his forehead as he panted. His eyes could barely focus on me.

I reached out for his raised bloodied knuckle and brought it lower. “Be careful. You could hurt yourself like this. And in the state you’re in—”

He leaned down and kissed me.

The world stopped.

His mouth was on mine, his split lip mixing with the one he’d given. The pain was electric, shooting down my body as his new scent found its way into my cells and settled there permanently.

My hand moved into his hair, fisting tight as I yanked him closer. He made a sound that was close to the one I’d dreamt about and I swallowed it whole, licking into his mouth like I could crawl inside him if I tried hard enough.

His tongue piercing clicked against my teeth.

I groaned.

He pulled back just as suddenly, his eyes wide, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps with my blood over his lips. “I— That didn't happen—”

I spun him around. My heart was beating so fast now, my eyes focused on him. He looked so terrified and confused. And for the first time, my concern for him was clouding my desire. “Please, don’t say that. It’s going to kill me if you do. I know you hate me but I can’t die after kissing you. I’m sorry.”

He stared at me. “I don’t… understand what’s happening.”

I did.

“Differentiation. A phenomenon where an Alpha’s gender turned Omega. Usually triggered by stress, trauma, or—” constant baptism of another alpha’s pheromones.

It was supposed to be a myth but it was happening now. “You smell like you’re going into heat. Let me help you.”

He shook his head. “No. No, I can’t—”

My hand slid under his shirt. He winced but I didn’t stop. He was hot and his skin felt clammy.

My cock throbbed again as my heart raced even more. I wanted to help— but all I could think about was how good he felt under my hands. “You’re running a fever. Do you feel dizzy?”

“Neven—”

My name from him was enough to make me moan.

I held up his bruised knuckles and kissed them. He shook, his eyes staring at me with the same loss and confusion. He didn’t know how to ask for my help or admit that he needed it.

Just like before.

“Let me take care of you,” I whispered against his skin, my lips brushing the split knuckles. My hand slid lower, moving past his waistband. “We can’t get a taxi when you’re like this. It’s not safe. You can hate me again in the morning.”

He shuddered when I pulled his cock out. And so did I.

It was thicker than I’d ever imagined, leaking with so much precum as the reddened tip twitched against my palm. “Fuck.”

“Neven.”

I looked at him, my thumb wiping away the tears falling. “I need to keep my scent on you. That’ll help too. Can I?”

“We’re… we’re in an alley—”

“I don’t care. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Liar. You want to fuck him. “Can I?”

His face scrunched up in shame but he nodded, his other arm going over his face to hide himself.

We’d fix that later.

I pulled out my dick. I was harder than I’d ever been in all my life, my veins pulsing so hard I could barely think.

I placed it on his, my hand wrapping around both of us. “Tell me to stop if you want me to do that, okay?”

He nodded.

I didn’t even need to spit on it. The second my hips glided over his hot cock, his precum made the friction almost nonexistent even with my hand wrapped tightly around the both of us.

“Fuck.” His voice echoed through my head. His hips jerked forward to meet mine. But his arm stayed over his face.

It was driving me crazy.

“Look at me.” I rasped. His scent choked me, kept my attention on him as the sensation of us together tried to send me to an early grave. “Please, look at me, baby.”

He shook his head, his arm pressing harder against his face.

My hand moved, grabbing his arm and pinning it to the side. “You need to listen to me if you want to cum. Or don’t you want to?”

His eyes were wet, his cheeks flushed, his split lip bleeding again from where he'd been biting it. He looked wrecked. “Fuck you.”

“Wrong answer.”

My thumb pressed over his tip. He shook, his hand reaching out to dig into my shoulder as his legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

Electricity ran up my spine as heat pooled into my lower belly as I stroked myself faster, making sure he couldn’t orgasm. “What’s the right answer, Ael?”

“F-fuck— nggh.” His back arched as his legs held me tighter, keeping me in place. My hand on his arm tightened as he arched, throwing his head back. “L-leave me alone—”

I leaned down and bit his neck.

His arm suddenly shot away from mine and grabbed my head, digging me lower. “Yes. Yes. Please—”

I quickly pulled away, grabbing his chin as I forced him to look at me. “Let you what?”

“Let me cum.” He choked out, his voice cracking on the last word. “Please, Neven. Please.”

Yes.

Fuck. Yes. “Good boy.” I took my hand off the tip. “Cum.”

Ael's body convulsed beneath me, his hips stuttering as his hot cum spilled over my fist, like he was—

Mine.

The thought cracked through my skull like lightning.

My orgasm slammed into me. My vision turned white as low groans poured out of me as I painted all over his stomach, my teeth sinking into my already split lip deeper.

Then Ael shoved me off.