Page 6 of Angel Boy (Pack It In #2)
Angel
Dinner was a torturous affair, every minute stretching like an eternity as I tried to disguise the growing need clawing at my insides.
I rocked back and forth slightly in my seat, hoping it looked like nervous energy instead of what it really was—my body preparing for something I'm not ready to handle alone.
I forced myself to eat more than my fill, smiling up at Ryker whenever the camera flashes got particularly intense outside the window.
My cheeks hurt from maintaining the expression, but it was nothing compared to the ache building everywhere else.
Every bite of food tasted like ash in my mouth, but I kept going because that's what was expected. That's what Angel-Boy would do.
Ryker made small talk about business ventures and upcoming appearances, his voice smooth and professional, like we're discussing quarterly reports instead of having a romantic dinner. He didn’t notice when I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself.
He didn’t see the way my breathing got shallow when another wave hit.
Or maybe he did notice and just didn’t care.
And when he said it was time to leave, I couldn’t be happier to get out of that fucking place. I’m not even sure I remembered what I ordered.
Ryker helps me to my feet, steadying me with a hand to my back, the contact pushing toward another wave that I won’t be able to hold back from.
I won’t be able to swallow the whines or keep from begging for what I need.
Maybe he'll remember that I'm his Omega and I need him right now in ways that go beyond public appearances and photo opportunities.
But the moment we reach the parking lot, he calls for a car. For me. Alone.
"Driver will take you home," he says, already pulling out his phone to check messages, the car pulling up to the curb seconds later.
"I've got an early meeting tomorrow." The dismissal is everything I’m used to, but it hits differently this close to my heat. I faintly remember my doctor saying that biology and scent matches alone aren’t enough. That we needed to cultivate the bond.
That every time Ryker pulled away, I would hurt.
I’m beginning to truly see what my doctor meant.
The building whine I've been holding back for hours finally escapes as the car door closes behind me.
The sound is raw and desperate and completely undignified, but I can't hold it in anymore.
The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror with concern, but I'm too far gone to care about maintaining my image. Not that he isn’t bound by an NDA.
"Please hurry," I manage to gasp out, my voice already going rough. "Please, I need to get home."
He speeds through the city streets while I press myself back against the leather seat, trying to find some relief from the fire consuming me from the inside out. My hands shake as I grip the door handle, fighting the urge to touch myself right here in the back of this car.
The worst part isn't the physical need—it's the crushing realization that I was inches away from my supposed perfect match and he couldn't have been less interested in helping me through this.
The car screeches to a halt in front of the private entrance to my penthouse, and I mumble something that might be thanks to the driver before stumbling out.
Another whine slips through my lips as I reach down to grab my cock through my pants, squeezing hard enough to bring me back to reality.
I absolutely cannot fall apart until I’m inside my nest. Any other option is unacceptable.
The whir of the elevator dulls my need briefly, but the need suddenly turns to pain as a cramp tears through my stomach.
I bend over, gripping the railing with my free hand as tears streak down my cheeks.
This isn't how it's supposed to be. Heats are supposed to be shared, sacred, intimate.
Not this desperate, lonely hell where I'm left to suffer alone while my Alpha goes to business meetings.
And having had Xavier with me the last several heats, this is definitely hell.
I burst through my front door and immediately see a pile of those fucking mango candies sitting on my kitchen counter like some kind of consolation prize. Just another reminder of how little Ryker knows me. How little he cares to know me.
Another wave of need bowls me over as I start stripping out of my clothes, stumbling toward the bedroom. The fabric is suddenly unbearable against my overheated skin as I fall into my nest, the coldness of the silk doing little to sate my need.
I crawl deeper into my nest, frantically searching for the only toy that will help me in this heat-induced haze. Xavier gave the knotted dildo as a gag before fucking me so hard with it I saw stars. I’ve kept it close ever since, pretending it’s the Alpha I want and not the one I have.
Mild relief sweeps through me as I wrap my fingers around the silicone and guide it into my ass, the squelch of slick easing the slide.
The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends waves of heat through my body.
A cry tears from my throat, the sound muffled by the blankets, as it doesn't give me the relief it usually does.
Fuck.
I start to pump the dildo in and out, the rhythm building with each thrust, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
It’s not enough . I need more, so much more.
My other hand curls into the blankets, knuckles turning white as I grip them tightly, my body teetering on the brink of release, but it's not enough.
I can't find the right force, the right angle to send me over the edge.
And then I hit that sweet spot, my body spasming as the orgasm rips through me with a force that leaves me breathless. The relief is fleeting, my hole aching for more, for a real knot to fill me up and lock me to my Alpha.
“Please,” I mutter. “ Please .” I start pumping the dildo in and out of my ass again, face now buried into the blankets as I stick my ass in the air.
It only makes me more aware that there isn’t an Alpha behind me, my arm getting tired at this angle.
I flop to my side, curling into a ball as my energy dissipates, another cramp rendering me useless, the dildo still in my ass.
My lids flutter closed, hopelessness setting in just as I hear Xavier in the background. "Babe, what the fuck? Why didn't you call or say something?" His words cut through the haze of my desire as I twist to look at him, my eyes filled with tears.
"I'm so hot and it hurts so bad," I whisper, my voice barely audible. I can see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his desire for me and his duty to Ryker.
"I can't fuck you, Angel. Ask me for anything else, babe. Whatever you need.”
"Make it stop. Please ," I beg him. I shift toward him a little, whining as I come again, my cock still hard after my release. Only a knot will end this spike, but that’s the only thing Xavier can’t give me.
He moves quickly, the Alpha gently removing the dildo from my ass, a whimper following the sensation of feeling empty and exposed.
Despite the awkwardness, Xavier slides his arms beneath me and hauls me up to his chest before moving to the bathroom.
I cling to him, my heavy breathing filling the air as he sets me on the toilet, the ice-cold of the lid providing me momentary relief.
“What—what are you doing?” I push out, my words a little garbled.
“I’m hoping the cold will help bring down your temperature.”
“The dildo. I just…”
The sound of rushing water hits my ears as Xavier moves to crouch in front of me, one of his hands cupping my cheek.
“Babe, look at me. If I fuck you with that, you’re going to be even more of a mess than you are now.
Your pheromones are telling you that you need a knot, and as fun as that toy is, it’s only going to piss you off. ”
I nuzzle into his hand, my nose dragging along his palm for several peaceful seconds, the closeness of an Alpha dimming my need just a little more.
Xavier lifts me once again, purring in my ear as he lowers me into ice-cold water, my fingers digging into the Alpha’s chest as it shocks my system. I bury my face in his chest, one of his hands moving to run through my hair, soothing me with his touch.
"Shh, it's okay, Angel. I’ve got you, babe.” His purr deepens, reverberating through the bathroom. “Look at how gorgeous you are. How perfect you are. You're safe now," he murmurs.
He continues to run his fingers through my hair as I settle, the heat from my spike dissipating slowly but at a torturous pace.
I wish I could believe that I’m safe, that I won’t suffer for the rest of this week without an Alpha to help me.
I can’t even call a service, as that would spark rumors. I’ll have to weather it alone.