Chapter 33 INFERNO
SEBASTIAN'S POV
I don't hear what he's saying
I don't even hear his question.
Alpha Ragnar stiffens, his hands still holding me.
“What–” he starts talking then stops, inhaling sharply.
Oh no.
Realization crashes over me in a wave of panic.
There's definitely something wrong with me.
“I, I’m sorry,” I gasp out, trying to pull away. “I don't know what's wrong with me, I swear–”
Alpha Ragnar doesn’t let go.
His jaw clenches as his muscles go rigid like he's fighting something.
“Sebastian,” he says, voice low and strained. “When did this start?”
“I–I don’t know,” I whisper, still trying to pry off his grip. “Today? It just… keeps getting worse.”
Alpha Ragnar swears under his breath.
I can't breathe.
The thick cloying scent fills the entire room, wrapping around us invisible chains.
Something's wrong with me.
It's me, something's happening to me.
The scent continues pouring out in waves making my skin flush and my body ache in places I didn't know could hurt like that.
My knees buckle again but Ragnar's arms are still around me holding me up. His massive frame becomes a wall of heat and muscle that I just want to melt into.
“Sebastian, shit. Can you hear me? You're in heat.”
"I... I didn't know," I whisper, my voice cracking. “I've never had my heat before, I thought I'd never have one since I'm a submissive Omega.”
Deep down, Alisander is howling inside me, pacing restlessly, urging me and saying things I can't hear any longer.
My head feels like it's inside water, I can't even hear Alisander anymore.
This isn't just any heat, at least according to what I've seen from people.
I've heard the stories from other wolves about some wolves that had heats that last days, that drive Alphas mad with rut.
I thought it was just a bragging thing some Omega's talked about.
I can see Alpha Ragnar's deep blue eyes darken with his pupils dilating as he inhales deeply.
He exhales a low growl from his chest, vibrating through me where our bodies touch. "Fuck," he mutters then his grip tightens on my arms.
It's not anger I can feel from him.
He's not angry.
It's something else.
His scent hits me back causing me to whine and whimper.
My head is spinning with things happening that I don't know why they are.
He pulls me in closer, his face inches from mine and I whimper without meaning to.
The sound that escapes me is pathetic and pleading but it only makes his eyes flash with something else.
"You shouldn't be here like this Sebastian," he says but his hands betray him, sliding down my back and pulling me flush against him.
“You should leave now Sebastian.”
I can feel him now with our bodies pressed together.
He's hard and pressing against my thighs through his pants.
By the goddess, he's even bigger than I remember.
"But I... I’m on duty," I gasp trying to cling to some shred of reason.
But the heat is building a fire low in my belly that spreads like wildfire, pooling in my core.
I'm so sensitive right now.
Every brush of fabric against me is torture and even his breath on my neck feels like a torture method against me.
Alisander whines in my mind pushing and trying to snap me out of my heat induced haze but I simply ignore him.
Alpha Ragnar's lips curl into a cruel smile.but there's still a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "Duty can wait." He leans in his breath hot against my ear. "Sebastian, since you came to me like this especially with our little arrangement, I would take that as consent from you.”
The words send a shiver down my spine, and before I can protest or beg, he scoops me up like I weigh nothing, carrying me towards his actual private suite, not the entrance I've been guarding since.
The room blurs around me in a haze of dull colors from the stone walls around me.
The flickering fire not too far from me starts casting shadows that look like wolves in the night.
He lays me down on the silk sheets causing me to sigh in relief at the sweet relief of the cool fabric against my fevered skin, but it's not enough.
My relief is only short lived though, I need more.
I need him.
“Alpha…!" I moan with my hands out reaching for him as he stands over me.
His 7-foot frame towers over my shaking frame looking intimidating.
His long curly black hair falls over his shoulders and those deep blue eyes, Oh my goddess rake over me like he's deciding how to devour me.
I arch up in pain? Or pleasure in not sure but my body betrays me by feeling this way especially as he's looking at me.
I feel something leaking from me, soaking through my pants and to his sheets.
Is that… slick?
The embarrassment burns in my face but the heat overrides it, turning my shame into desire.
He curses as he strips off his shirt in one fluid motion revealing the chiseled planes of his chest.
Spread far all over his rippled frame are scars from battles and sparring causing me to have another sinful thought.
I want to lick him all over…
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly purr.
"So fucking needy Sebastian. Your scent... Fuck… it's driving me insane."
He climbs onto the bed caging me in with his arms and I can feel his weight dipping the mattress.
He parts my legs apart with one of his knees and smiles when I look at him in confusion as to what is going on.
His knee presses between my legs and I shamelessly start to grind against him seeking friction.
"Please," I beg, my hands fisting in the sheets.
Alisander is fully awake now, after I had previously shoved his consciousness away.
He hesitates for a bit, then sighs and merges his consciousness with mine making my senses sharper and everything suddenly becoming brighter.