Page 12 of Omega's Fever

The silence that follows feels eternal. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but stare at him and wait for whatever comes next. I can’t believe I just said that.

His eyes widen, genuine surprise flickering across his features before something darker takes its place. His nostrils flare. His hands flex against the restraints. When he speaks, his voice is pure gravel.

“Alright. I want to fuck you.”

5

Kellen

I shouldn’t have said that. This pretty boy omega is clearly way over his head. I shouldn’t be in here with him at all. Except it’s not like I’ve been given any choice in the matter.

Besides, saying I want to fuck him is not exactly a lie.

The words hang between us like a live wire. His pupils blow wide, black swallowing blue until there’s nothing left but naked want. The air thickens. My chest feels too tight, like my ribs might crack from the pressure building inside.

“Say it again.” His voice cracks on the last word.

I lean forward as far as the chains allow. Metal bites into my wrists but I don’t care. “I want to fuck you.”

He shudders. His breathing goes ragged, chest rising and falling like he’s run miles. The scent of his arousal spikes so sharp it makes my teeth ache.

“This is insane.” He’s panting now, quick shallow breaths that make his chest rise and fall. “I don’t even know you.”

“Your body knows me.”

It’s the truth. Every cell in my body recognizes him and is screaming for him. The vanilla scent of him fills my lungs until I’m drowning in it. My cock strains against the fabric of the prison jumpsuit, obvious and obscene. The material does nothing to hide how desperately I want him.

He stands abruptly. The plastic chair scrapes against the floor, loud in the small room. For a second I think he’s going to bolt and run back to his safe corporate world where the alphas are pretty and polished and wear expensive suits.

Instead, he walks around the table.

My heart slams against my ribs. Each step brings him closer, and with it, stronger waves of that intoxicating scent. He’s close enough now that I can see the rapid flutter of his pulse in his throat. Close enough to catch the sharper notes in his scent. Fear. Arousal. He smells desperate and wild.

“We can’t.” Even as he says it, he’s reaching for me. His fingers hover inches from my face, trembling. “This is... I could lose my license.”

“Then leave.”

“I can’t.” His hand finally makes contact, fingertips ghosting along my jaw. The touch burns through me like lightning. “God help me, I can’t.”

I turn my head, press my lips to his palm. He makes a sound like I’ve punched him. His knees buckle. Suddenly he’s in my lap, slipping his legs between the chains, my hands behind him. Then his legs are straddling my thighs, and we’re kissing like the world is ending.

His tongue slides against mine and I groan into his mouth. The handcuffs rattle as I strain against them, needing to touch him, hold him, claim him properly. The metal cuts deeper into my wrists but I don’t care. All that matters is the warm weight of him in my lap, the way he whimpers when I nip at his bottom lip.

“Please.” He breaks the kiss to gasp against my neck. His lips find my pulse point and I nearly come undone. “I need... I can’t...”

“I know.” I do know. The need is eating me alive from the inside out. Every instinct screams at me to take, claim, possess. But these fucking restraints. “The cuffs. Can you...”

He pulls back enough to look at the restraints. His glasses are fogged, hanging crooked on his nose. His hands shake as he examines where they’re threaded through the table ring. The chain is short, designed to keep violent criminals from havingany real range of motion.

“There’s no key. Only guards can remove them.”

Fuck. Of course.

“I’ll make it work.” I shift my position, spreading my legs wider. The movement makes him gasp as he feels me hard beneath him.

He hesitates for a heartbeat. I can see the war playing out behind his eyes. Chemistry wins.

His hands fumble with my jumpsuit zipper. Cool air hits my overheated skin. He makes a strangled sound at the sight of me, thick and hard and leaking already. A bead of precum glistens at the tip and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.