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CHAPTER 39

Frankie

Soren pressed his face into my stomach, his hands gently holding on to my hips. “Don’t play games with me, Frankie. I’m holding on by a thread and we both know you’re not actually going to help me.”

My grip on his hair tightened and I yanked his head back, making Soren groan and dig his fingers into my flesh.

Such pretty noises. I couldn’t help but wonder what other sounds he’d make for me.

“I’m an alpha,” I reminded him again. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

He nuzzled against my stomach, lifting my shirt up to expose my bare skin. Then he licked just above the waistband of my leather pants with this blissed out look on his face. “I just want you . I don’t care about anything else.”

I didn’t understand how he could be like this with another alpha.

Obviously I knew it happened. I knew there were alphas who ended up with other alphas, but technically I wasn’t an alpha.

I didn’t know what it meant for Soren to feel this way about me, but I did know he wasn’t making me sick or trying to dominate me.

The pack doctor had checked my pheromone levels when she came to look at my ankle and they’d been a bit low but still well within the average range for a legacy alpha. My rut wasn’t going to start any time soon even though Soren had managed to get me off with nothing more than grinding me on his hard dick.

Helping him through this should be fine as long as I didn’t let him pin me down.

“You really want me?” I asked, needing to be sure.

Soren nodded and rubbed his cheek against my palm. Then he grabbed my wrist, licking the scent glands there like he just couldn’t get enough of whatever tiny bit of my pheromones he could smell.

“Alright.” I ran my fingers through his hair again, enjoying how soft it felt. “Then I’ll stay.”

He paused and looked up at me as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “What did you say?”

“I said, I’ll stay.” I reached up with my other hand and slowly pulled one of my scent blockers off. “I’ll help you through your rut.”

I smiled slightly when Soren still looked like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to do something about this?” I pressed the toe of my boot against the massive bulge straining against his sweatpants.

My smile widened when he groaned and dropped his head against my stomach. “Are you sure about this, Frankie? Because I’m not going to be able to stop once we start.”

The fact that he was still resisting was impressive.

“I’m sure,” I told him as I unbuckled my harness and pressed down on the bulge once more. “So stop asking me.”

Soren didn’t have to be told twice.

He yanked open my leather pants with his bare hands and they ripped along the seams until they pooled around my ankles. I wanted to be mad, but I was more excited than anything.

I set my harness and gun on the nearby counter, watching as he scraped his teeth across the skin on my stomach.

Then he buried his face between my legs.

Soren didn’t do anything though. He just breathed me in, his hands on my thighs trembling.

It was ridiculously adorable but I was drowning in his pheromones. His desire was setting me on fire and it felt like I didn’t have a brain anymore, just a body dying to be touched.

Before I could tell him to get on with it already, he pressed his lips to my clit over my underwear as he started to undo the laces on my boots. I inhaled sharply when his tongue slid under the fabric to my center and I threw my head back against the silky sensation.

Soren pushed my thigh up, pulling my boot off and then my pants before throwing my leg over his shoulder, opening me up for him.

I sank both hands in his hair, not quite sure I believed that this was really happening either.

When he looked up at me, it felt like I was going to get eaten alive, but this wasn’t what I had planned.

I tried to push his head away and he growled, shoving his tongue as deep as he could go. I would have collapsed if he hadn’t been ready for that, catching my weight and throwing my other leg over his shoulder so he was the only thing keeping me from falling.

His tongue was warm and hot, slick against me and his nose was right against my clit. It rubbed it just right every time he tried to taste the slick wetness sliding down thanks to just how turned on I was.

“So sweet,” he murmured against me.

Then he sucked me into his mouth and nibbled just enough I could feel the sharp points of his canines.

God it felt good—so good that he was making me forget what I was trying to do. “Soren, I need you to stop.”

“Fuck, I can’t. I don’t know how.”

I jerked against him when he nuzzled his nose against my clit, sliding his tongue inside. It felt so silky and smooth, hitting all the right places.

The sharp, sweet sensation built so quickly it freaked me out a little.

Soren was the only person who’s ever given me a real orgasm and he was about to give me a second one.

Somehow, I’d already lost control.

He watched my face without blinking as he sucked me into his mouth, like he was trying to memorize every expression I made so he could improve or force the same reaction out of me again and again until I was a shaking, shivering mess.

I desperately wanted to chase the orgasm he was trying to force on me even though I knew I shouldn’t.

If I let him do this, I’d never regain control and he’d do whatever he wanted with me. I couldn’t afford to let that happen.

“Hold on.” I tried to move him back but his grip on my thighs tightened and I clapped my hand over my mouth to keep from whimpering when he started grinding me against his face.

Soren slid his tongue all the way up until he flicked my clit. “Does it feel good?”

Yes, it did. It felt so good I couldn’t stop myself from pressing against him and that tiny response to his question only made him more feral. His growling groans vibrated against my center until I was shaking like a leaf.

He feasted on me like a starving man, holding me against him when I tried to get away.

“You taste so good,” he growled, licking up every drop he could get while breathing me in deep. “So sweet and messy.”

Red glittered up at me and I nearly fell apart just seeing him like this, but I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to hold onto some tiny bit of control or I wouldn’t be able to get through this without giving in to my other half.

“Soren, please .”

His answering groan made me shiver and I gripped his hair when he angled his mouth to get deeper, sliding his tongue against me over and over before sucking on my clit, pulling it into his mouth just to release it and start all over again.

I was right there, ready to come for him like it was nothing, but I couldn’t let him have this. I couldn’t let him take it.

Squeezing his head between my thighs as hard as I could, I pushed off the wall and we tumbled to the floor.

I grabbed his wrists and twisted until I had him on his back, pinned beneath me. “Just wait a minute ,” I growled, letting the alpha command reverberate through my voice.

His breathing was harsh and came in quick pants like it was taking everything he had to hold back, but Soren went completely still and nodded.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying my fucking best to ignore just how wet I was and how badly I was throbbing. “Are you going to let me help you or not?”

When he didn’t say anything, I opened my eyes to see his pupils were blown and his face was a total mess. He was glistening with my arousal, but he wasn’t trying to fight me despite being on his back.

There was something I needed to know before he dragged me into the madness I could see swimming in his eyes.

“You said the other day that you’ve never done anything like this before,” I reminded him. “What does that mean exactly?”

“I’ve never done anything with anyone other than you,” Soren managed, his head turning so he could press his nose against my wrist.

I gritted my teeth against the sensation of him pressing his hips up against me, his hard bulge right against my throbbing center. I didn’t want to believe Soren was a virgin because it made no fucking sense. Not when he’d just eaten me out like he knew exactly what he was doing.

This guy was almost twenty-five so how was that even possible? What the fuck had he done every other time he had a rut? Suffered?

Well, it didn’t really matter. He needed to get off so his pheromone levels would drop and it didn’t seem like he was trying to do it himself before I’d gotten here. He was just sitting in the dark, waiting for it to be over.

I stroked his hair back to soothe him and then pressed my forehead against his. “Did you come at all before I got here?”

He was breathing hard and sweat dripped down his forehead and neck from the fever but he didn’t try to force me to do anything. Soren stared into my eyes and shook his head.

I didn’t understand how he could be like this when he was deep in his rut.

An alpha’s rut was different from an omega’s heat in the sense that it wasn’t just a need to breed. It was a need for domination.

If we couldn’t fuck we needed to fight because our bodies were pushing us to breed an omega and if we didn’t, our pheromones punished us with the kind of pain that would make you do anything to ease it.

I honestly didn’t know how Soren was still rational enough to answer my questions. He was on his back, letting me take the lead, and I wasn’t sure what to think about that.

I knew alphas had relationships with other alphas, but that didn’t mean I understood how it worked on an instinctual level. I didn’t know how our pheromones were supposed to affect each other either.

An omega’s pheromones during a rut could ease it faster than getting off on your own, but I’ve never been with an omega during mine. I only ever had beta partners because their pheromones didn’t affect me the same way an alpha’s or an omega’s did.

If I could keep control of mine and not overwhelm him, I was pretty sure he’d be fine as long as he came a few times.

Plus, I really wanted to see what he looked like when he lost his mind in pleasure.

“Let me help you,” I murmured as I held his gaze. “Let me ease the pain first.”

I reached down to palm him and the heat of his dick was scorching. It strained against his pants so badly I thought he might burst the second I reached inside.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“It’s fine,” he managed, but his hips betrayed him. He rutted against my hand, but it wasn’t enough to do anything more than make the pain worse.

Moving back to give myself some room, I pulled his sweats with me and his dick sprang free.

Every time I saw an alpha’s dick, it shocked me. They were just so fucking big, but Soren’s? It was absolutely massive and the knot at the base was already swelling.

That’s not what had my jaw dropping though.

Soren had a secondary knot.

Even with only one red eye, he had a legacy alpha’s secondary knot which meant I had to be very careful, or his pheromones would try to dominate me and I wouldn’t be able to make it out of this unscathed.

A regular alpha’s pheromones didn’t bother me, but certain legacy alphas…

I jumped when he tried to grab my thighs and I gave him a warning look. “Just relax. I’m going to take the edge off.”

Soren let out this tiny little moan when I wrapped my hand around his tip and it made my mouth water.

I stroked down when he moved my hand, squeezing the knot at the bottom as I pulled off my last scent blocker. His precum made his dick slick enough I could slide up and down without making the pain worse.

With each stroke, I released the tiniest bit of my pheromones to soothe him and he started jerking up into my hand, the cum spurting up to hit his chest, soaking his shirt with thick white streams.

He looked fucking beautiful with his head thrown back and his throat exposed to me, but I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of an effect my pheromones were having on him.

Were they going to send him into a rage or make his rut worse? I honestly had no idea.

The only alphas I knew who successfully helped each other were my brothers-in-law and it wasn’t like I could call them up right now and ask them what I was supposed to do.

The only thing I could do was get him off as many times as possible without letting him do the same to me. I couldn’t afford to lose control of my pheromones and the orgasm I knew he could give me would do just that.

If I lost control…I couldn’t think about that, or I’d freak out and set off his instincts anyways.

What those instincts would tell him to do, I had no idea.

I may be one of the best profilers in the country, but Soren Hart was impossible for me to read. I just didn’t know him well enough to know for sure how things would go, and if I fucked up and got this wrong, one of us could end up dead.

Or both.