The truth for a good alpha?

"And you're giving this rant because of the heat?" Matteo asks indignantly and gives a nasalized laugh. It wasn't possible.

"You don't understand, ..." She takes a deep breath and ignores the debauchery; she would get really mad if she were to go through this alone. "It's my first heat."

Oliva never imagined the reactions when she told someone this secret, but she certainly didn't expect this one. Matteo for a second looked at her in confusion and then a laugh flooded the interior of the car and even drowned out the loud noise of the rain. His laughter was so immersed and enjoyable that it might have infected her, if it wasn't tragic, it really would have been comical. After a few long minutes of him laughing and Oliva not finding the situation funny at all, he ceased his laughter, wiped the corners of his eyes and brought the air back into his lungs trying to get serious.

"This is not a joke Matteo! I have a real problem." Oliva says impatiently and distressed by her wet clothes.

The boy stares at her and Oliva has the look of all seriousness, causing him to clear his throat and swallow dryly.

"If that is true, how is she alive?" The alpha asks more of himself than Omega. He stared again at the girl's pale face, her lips were almost blue with cold, and was startled. "By the gods... You... you're having a hormonal hypothermia crisis!" He alters, after all how could an Alpha have missed the natural heat phase of an Omega? — "Take off your clothes. Now!" He shouts in a commanding voice.

Oliva didn't even think twice before answering or questioning, she just obeyed. It was as if invisible ropes were tied to all his ligaments, and he began to control all his bodily movements with a simple request.

Something different had lit up inside her, even though she had surrendered she had a voice saying that it was the right thing to do and that she could trust this alpha. She removed her blouse and pants and threw them under the seat, leaving only the thin, wet lingerie. When she turned to face Matteo again, he was doing the same, undressing with haste and agility. Her spine froze again.

"What do you think you're doing you fucking pervert?!" Oliva takes offense and tries to hide herself with her hands...she could die for this damn gene, but she would not submit to having sex with Matteo in a car in the middle of a traffic jam! — She quickly takes her hands to the car door and tries to open it, but Matteo is faster and locks it.

Matteo feels Oliva's presence filling every nook and cranny of the car, with the intoxicatingly sweet scent that triggers his senses and intoxicates him, penetrates his nostrils and awakens his most obscene instincts. Her slender body outlines voluptuous curves that he notices, and the air is heavy all around. Her breasts swell further over her bra, and her waist seems more curvaceous. She looks even more irresistible now.

"Stop being paranoid Oliva! I'm trying to save you!" The alpha says upset and throws the wet garments into the back seat leaving only the black boxer shorts. Matteo adjusts the temperature of the car that was already absurdly hot for him and makes it hotter in its entirety, his mind screaming how weird it was, however he had to do it. He releases intense pheromones into the air that intoxicate the girl, making her soft and submissive. "I'm sorry about that, but if this really is your first heat, you are in big trouble."

Oliva even while dizzy was deeply thankful that her car had a black film, because she and an alpha were half-naked in a lane with motion stopped for more than two hours and couldn't believe what she was about to do. Her weak, icy body took on momentum and her legs slid one on each side of Matteo's legs, sitting on his lap in a questioning position.

The thermal shock spread throughout Omega's body. Her mind silenced by direct contact with the alpha's soft, bubbling skin, her thin arms on impulse wrapped around the boy's shoulders, and she sank her face into the curve of Matteo's neck. The young woman's keen sense of smell delighted in the natural aroma of cinnamon and strong hibiscus that the boy emanated with more intensity, which had a numbing effect for her.

Matteo looked like a hot sauna in the middle of an Alaskan blizzard. At the moment Oliva silenced her disturbance by buzzing in her head, she stirred restlessly in the alpha's warm arms and only stopped when he hugged her tightly. Matteo slipped his arms around the thin, cold waist of the young woman sitting facing him and felt the alpha's body tremble in unconscious approval.

The alpha feels the squirmy rubbing of bodies at different temperatures, Oliva was restless trying to warm up as fast as possible and that was what made it very difficult for the boy's blood to focus on the top head. There was a moment when she moved her waist up too high and sat on his cock, her touch was sharp in that sensitive region, and he could feel the thin black lace panties she was wearing over her boxers.

He lets out an extremely pained whimper.

"Oliva tell me, are you cold or horny?" he asks in a low, husky voice close to her ear. Matteo holds her tightly immobilizing her with his hands and pulls her away from his torso, staring at her intensely. Scorch in sapphire blue escapes from the girl's feline and almost animalistic eyes and takes them over completely, her breathing was unhurried, and her face was red, her skin was returning to its natural coloration. "Answer me." He asks in a commanding voice and feels the young girl's body give way in his arms once again.

"Both of you." Like the other time it was as if her body gained a will of its own and then she answers without any shame. She didn't know what she was doing, but she wanted more.

The girl's speech makes Matteo's insides shudder in combustion. His rationality was fading, gradually abandoning him. He felt weak because the mint fragrance blends so well with the cinnamon essence, it arouses his arousal, lewd and magnetic. Still, it's not carnal. It's not just about her smell, her overwhelming beauty, her soft skin, her sweet-mouth, or her slender curves. It is not a fleeting attraction. It is her. All of her. All of her. Every detail that makes her the way she is. Only her. Perfect even in every imperfection.

And that's why he couldn't force her into anything. She would never forgive herself if she did.

"I'll get some dry clothes, I think you're better already..." Matteo says in a weak, inebriated voice and owes the girl's gaze by releasing her, leaving her free to return to her accent that thanks to the heating was already almost completely dry. It was an unfair struggle for an alpha like him to be forced to stay in such a small environment with an Omega blooming on his side. It was like being a fifteen-year-old girl desperately begging to have her virginity taken. "There's a big coat back there-"

Oliva shuts him up with a kiss and he combusts.

Her scent creeps into his senses, clouds his thoughts and stirs his instincts.

Their lips slide together in a moist, delightful pressure. Matteo runs his hands along the girl's curves, and grabs her hair in an animalistic thrust. He crushes the side of his nose against hers and puffs against her mouth. Breath mingles, breaths are heavy, and air is missing in their lungs. He captures her lower lip between his, clamps it between his teeth, and drags the tip of his tongue.

Its sweet taste condenses on the thirsty palate of the alpha.

He feels a different kind of hunger.

The heat envelops them, and their balance weakens. A current of goose bumps crosses his back and I exude oxytocin, which flows through his pores in a cloud of pheromones. Her body shudders and she spread my chest. Eager, almost desperate. The kiss does not go beyond the lips, but overflows with much more lust than he has ever experienced.

Oliva no longer felt cold, her whole body spread a dominant fire that only this alpha could put out. She was bewitched into an erotic dance that was too dangerous for her.

Matteo's moist tongue glides across Oliva's in a voluptuous motion and the girl's body responds to his stimuli. Shivers runs down her skin as Matteo pulls her by the hair and captures her tongue between his lips and sips it, in an act of malice. Her short nails dig into my naked waist hard enough to leave bruises, and she closes hers to his naked chest, scratching it on instinct. The heat, already unbearable, makes our bodies sweat even more now.

A bulge throbs in her crotch and she presses her hips against his, feeling his intimacy pulsate. Her lips dance provocatively, fast, animal-like. It is her turn to suck his tongue, and he expels a barely audible moan, which comes from deep in his throat and echoes in my ears, further clouding his consciousness. Goosebumps spread across his warm skin, and I feel the wetness rising between his legs.

Then she realizes. And it makes her desperate. She doesn't kiss just anyone.

She kisses her boyfriend-in-law. Matteo. Matteo Allen.