Awakening from heat part 1

Oliva hadn't slept a wink in hours. She was too focused on not letting her nervousness show so as not to spread her scent around the room and look like an invitation to that idiot Matteo, she was afraid to even sleep. But the fear was not because she thought that the alpha next to her could attack her, she knew that Matteo would be incapable, even with all his defects that by the way were many, he respected her space even when he intimidated her.

She laughed uncompromisingly when she remembered the affirmative phrase: 'When you beg'. It was ridiculous how alphas had such big egos. Oliva had never begged anyone for anything. Let alone sex. No matter how horny she was in heat, never in her life would those words ever come out of her mouth.

The girl lowered the blanket to eye level and lifted her neck, staring at his back that rose and fell quietly and she lifted her nose closer to the man, Matteo was not pressing her with the pheromones, his scent was the same as always, it was not intense but soft, his breathing was soft and regulated; he was sleeping.

She slowly removed the blankets from over her body and tried to get up without making any sudden movements, she sat up in bed carefully and heard a sigh from the boy that made her freeze and with the corners of her eyes she peeked over her shoulder. He was still in the same position, and she was relieved. Matteo wanted an explanation even of the oxygen that was shrouding Oliva, it would be embarrassing if he caught her just as she was trying to escape.

Oliva put her feet on the cold wooden floor and felt the thermal shock spread inside her, but she didn't bother to reach for her slippers. She was in a hurry. She rounded the bed in short steps to take one last look, and found Matteo completely asleep, his head resting peacefully and his countenance serene and calm, his lips parted, and he made a squelching, cuddly noise.

Why did he have to be beautiful? — Oliva grimaced as if sucking on a lemon; he was spending too much time staring at the sleeping face.

Oliva was running on tiptoe, crossing his room in a matter of seconds. He opened the door carefully and waited for nothing before stepping to the side of the hall and closing it again. It must be more than three in the morning. The lights from the garden spotlights invade the windows and produce sculptures made of light and shadow on the floor and walls. He sneaks into the corridors and tries not to make any noise. She sneaks down the stairs barefoot.

And even with the morbid darkness of the corridors, Oliva did not turn on any lights. She was guided by her instinct of hurried induction; no one could see her at dawn on that floor. So, she ran to the door of one of the guest rooms where Lian was and when she opened the door she felt a hand on her left shoulder behind her, which made her hold back a scream in her throat because she didn't want to wake anyone.

Now they had caught her, her soul went and returned to her body in seconds.

"You're scaring me!" She says in whispers just as she turns around, coming face to face with Lian.

The dimness gave him a mysterious and more charming look than usual. She grabs his hand and pulls him into the room and locks the door immediately.

"I thought you were running away from me." He faces her sweetly and brings his hands to her face in a caress well accepted by the girl. His peaceful tone of voice torments her.

"I can't take this anymore..." She whispers to him in a warm, welcoming embrace.

"Oliva, it hasn't even been 48 hours." Lian lets out a good-natured laugh and moves closer to the girl, placing a simple kiss on her soft lips. "I was missing you too."

"What happened? I thought you'd be mad." She asks wondering at her boyfriend's attitude. He gave her more kisses and another. With his free hand he grabbed Oliva's waist and guided her into the bedroom without stopping with the kisses, they stopped when the omega felt the bed on her leg and took a step back to sit up.

She had to get things straight. She had no idea how they were going to fit into this forbidden romance with these new responsibilities and her husband's suitcase.

"You're here now, and that's all that matters." He sits down beside her and Oliva notices that he was no longer wearing the bandages on his arm or leg. "Ah, really your efforts have helped me heal faster. They will still be sore; however, the bones are already glued back together." She smiles. Now that was good news.

Perhaps that was the reason for the alpha's good mood.

"But you got one thing right..." She says and moves closer, trying to avoid an argument. "I spent the day running away from your brother."

"Ah, he really is a stuck-up jerk." He straightens his posture and grimaces at the mention; he was sick of thinking what a great cheater and backstabber he was. "I've been thinking, I've been stuck in this room for almost three days... I don't know how we're going to do Oliv, but I don't want to give up on you. Things between us have always been complicated, but I love you just like that, complicated as you are." The girl noticed a reddish gleam in the alpha's eyes.

It was unfair.

Her life was unfair to her and to the one she loved.

She definitely couldn't talk about the rut coming, Lian would have a fit and rightly so. But she still had enough time to plan how she would get rid of Matteo for two or three days, leaving the way clear for her and Lian to enjoy the exciting waves of the heat in moderation. She trusted only Lian to be her partner, knew him in his extreme sides both the more sensitive and the wildness that became in four walls. It was balanced and tasty the love that surrounded them.

"Just promise me that when the term of the contract is up, we can move on together... I want to marry you and stop hiding like I used to, and even more so now." The boy glances frantically at the window that had its curtains open and stares at the thick raindrops that were beating hard on the glass of the small balcony door. In part, it was not a lie, he really wanted this.

Lian loved Oliva, no matter how much it started with the wrong intentions, the love had evolved into true. And sure, he still had to fulfill his initial goals, but now it was not the main reason he was together with Omega.

Oliva felt a bit sorry for forcing her love to live this way, before it was the fear of falling in love, for letting someone invade her space and get into her intimacy was too scary for the girl, then because of her father's serious illness and now... now all *this*.

Sometimes she felt ashamed to stay with Lian even though she loved him. How could she look him in the eye and ask him to keep meeting her on the sly?

Oliva felt her eyes moisten. The sensible thing was to end the relationship, she didn't want to fool around with the boy. — She tightly closes her eyes and tries to muffle the voices in her head. She didn't want to end her awkward flirtation.

And he offers her pure, genuine, human affection, beyond ordinary affection. He put ointment on her doubts, became a presence in her loneliness. They were not living a mere ordinary romance. It was more special than that. Lian is calm, understanding and, above all, a partner.

His fire renews her. And he lights the flame in her legs again. She didn't want to think about ending, who would fuck her when she was in this situation?

The boy's hands roam Omega's body and his mouth intertwines. Oliva feels her senses become confused and disoriented. She allows herself to feel his touch, his smell, his seductive and authoritarian voice. Shivers contaminate her skin in a heat that deconstructs her, spreads inside her and chases away the cold in an irreversible fire. Lian

Allen reflects on her with an obscene excitement.

It burns between her breasts and swells her nipples covered by the thin fabric of her bra. It descends into her belly and awakens the kind of pleasure that only the slightest presence of him already exposes her to, in a reaction natural to her species. She searches for more than he can offer, thirsty and weak. She finds the fragrance of Hazelnut woody, the dominant perfume that exudes on her skin, evaporates into her sense of smell, and makes her submissive to his will. Its vigorous essence penetrates her mind and desecrates her with the vilest of desires.

Oliva turns away to face her boyfriend, whose cheeks were flushed, and his lips were puffy and pink.

Fragments of savagery escape through the red irises and chills even the omega's soul.

She could admire him for hours. Lian is frighteningly handsome.

He moves forward kissing her again, instigated by the lustful outpourings emanating from the girl's compassionate breathing, lays her down among the blankets, steals the last crumb of balance she had and throws her to the most animalistic instincts that take hold of her rationality. Lian claims her and takes her by the waist with an arm that was not sore in a vigor that threatens to hurt her. Olivia flexes her knees and pushes them apart in a lethargic motion. Lian takes up the space between her legs and stretches over the Omega who arches her back and fits perfectly beneath the alpha, trying to maintain body contact.

Her body was begging for more contact in urgency, and she knew these sensations were more intense because of the heat.

The flow of moisture building up in her hot sex increases and wets her panties.

The alpha sniffs her, the sweet minty scent spreads before them and the boy smiles. His smile is filled with lasciviousness.

There is no lucidity to reflect on the young woman's actions as she touched his face, possessed by an energy emanating from him. I wrap my arms around his jaw and feel the soft skin, the bones arched at angles that make him even more dazzling to my drunken attention. The fervor of his gaze runs through me like a powerful electric current, spreading through every nerve and cutting my spine.

He pushes his hips against the insides of her thighs and the girl feels the desperate need to rip off her clothes at that very moment as she feels the stiffness of the erection through the tissues separating their skins. Oliva spreads her knees a little further apart. The friction at her core becomes more intense, heats and moistens her, bubbles up in her throat and erupts in an anguished whimper through her mouth.

Lian pulls away and with haste rips off his shirt and gets rid of the girl's pajamas with even more haste.