Page 12 of Rugged Hearts: Part One
He turns the water on and we’re both stripping in no time. As soon as we’re under the water he’s on me. The kiss is urgent and heated, even with the water and steam his scent is surrounding me. I never can get enough of his light coffee scent, always reminding me of an iced coffee with a fresh edge to it. His scent feels like home. Connor’s now tan from our trip, his taut muscles bunching underneath as he bends down to lift me up and place me on the built-in bench.
“Alpha,” I beg, spreading my legs, knowing where this is going. Connor kneels on the tile and leans in, using his fingers to spread my pussy lips even more as he runs his tongue over my slick center. He groans at the taste, licking up the slick that’s gathered there. Then he moves, swirling his tongue around my clit and sucking. I’m slowly rocking my hips against his face as he brings me to the edge. “Please, Connor, please.” I try to rock faster but he holds me still. He likes to drag this out but I need to come. In this position I can only see the top of his head, with his shortdark brown hair, over my soft stomach. I need him to look up and see how bad I need this.
“Almost, Sweetness, you’re almost there,” he practically purrs.
“I’m there. Alpha,” I say with more bite, my impatience bleeding through. I feel his laugh against my pussy as he begins again, this time he isn’t slowing down until I’m exploding with my orgasm. He looks up at me like the smug alpha he is.The kiss this time is softer, sweeter, as I taste myself on his lips. We stay like that for a minute, maybe two.
“I’m not done with you yet, Sweetness.” He pulls me up to standing. One thing about our shower sex is our height difference is unavoidable. Having a foot difference means he’s bending down to my level a lot, which I don’t necessarily mind seeing my big alpha on his knees for me but I do feel bad. His thick cock is hard as I run my hand lightly up and down it. I move to get on my knees myself but he stops me. I look up at him, slightly confused. We don’t usually do more than touching and oral, but the look in his hazel eyes tells me that isn’t the case tonight. Being mindful not to slip, he bends down and picks me up under the knees, pressing my back against the wall as I wrap my legs around him, then entering me in one fluid move.
“Fill me up,” I say breathlessly. The stretch is amazing in all the best ways as he slowly fucks me. I pull his face to mine, kissing him thoroughly before moving to his neck. I lightly bite him there, not enough to break skin, but enough to drive him crazy. He picks up the pace, fucking into me faster. Being braced against the wall he uses one of his hands that was helping hold me up and works my clit in time with his thrusts. I bite his neck harder, but don’t break the skin.
“My. Perfect. Fucking. Omega,” Connor says after each thrust before fully knotting me, bringing us both over the edge. We’re both out of breath as he walks us to the bench, sitting while we wait for his knot to go down. He’s kissing my neck this timemaking sure to leave his own mark there. Unfortunately, not the mark I want but the one I get from him regularly.
“You don’t normally knot me in the shower.” I rest my head against his chest enjoying the closeness of the moment.
“Do I need a reason to worship and knot my omega?”
“Mhm, I guess not,” I mumble as my exhaustion starts to take over. Connor shifts slightly, but my eyes are closed at this point. I feel him working a soapy cloth over my body. I learned long ago that letting him wash me, especially after any kind of shower sex, is his form of after-care. We didn’t get crazy tonight but it’s as much for him as it is for me. He takes his time cleaning me and then himself; by the time he finishes his knot has gone down and he slips out, then completes our washing. By the time we dry off and get dressed I am fully ready for sleep in my nest.
My nest is a small room off the bedroom covered in varying green toned blankets and pillows. It’s my little forest getaway while stuck in the city. Getting in first, I find the perfect position and cuddle one of the pillows to my chest. After a while I notice Connor isn’t here and look back at the doorway and see him leaning there smiling softly at me, his hazel eyes alight with mischief. “Are you going to join me anytime soon?”
“Nope, I’m good right here enjoying the view.”
Rolling my eyes at him, I reach my hand out and make a ‘gimme’ motion. He laughs. “How can I resist.” Taking my hand, he brings his arm over me and pulls me close to him as we cuddle together. Letting out a deep breath I feel his body fully relax against me.Home. As long as I have Connor, I have home with me.
Back at work after any time off is the worst. My boss Derek acts like he has no idea how to do anything and piles everything up so I have to make up for any time I take off as soon as I’m back. In the middle of the twelfth to-do task I have for the day, a deliveryof flowers shows up at my desk. They’re beautiful irises, my favorite. I smile to myself. Connor is the sweetest. The card reads:
For my most beautiful flower, my omega. Missed you last week, until we meet again. X
Missed me last week? That couldn’t be Connor. I take a picture of them and the card, texting it to him asking if he sent them. He replies immediately that he didn’t. Weird. They must be for someone else. There aren’t many omegas in this department. I’ll bring them to our receptionist in case someone comes asking. It’s strange though. They were my favorite type of flower. Was someone else out this past week too?
12
LIAM
Today’s the day I meet the omega Eli thinks is our scent match. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I barely got any sleep from the nervous anxiety running through me. I texted him to let him know she made an appointment with my office. I nearly fell out of my chair when Trudy told me the name of a new patient that needed to be seen right away. I cleared the first part of my morning, in spite of the odd look Trudy gave me.
The small medical practice I bought out from the retiring doctor two years ago has been updated both visually and technically with the latest equipment, giving Moonlight Valley better access to things they would have had to travel an hour or more for previously. I arrived earlier than usual, again to Trudy’s surprise. I can’t dedicate any energy to being subtle when something so important is happening. My nurse doesn’t even come in this early. Eli probably shouldn’t have told me what he suspected. I feel worse than Parker trying to keep a secret. The medical side of me is fascinated by the possibility of a scent match. It’s so rare, even when I spoke of it to Eli I didn’t realize how rare until I researched it more. Documented cases of scent matches dropped off drastically about two hundred and fifty years ago. In the lastgeneration alone the ones we know of in the country are less than two dozen, for the entire country. None have been reported in the last twenty years. It’s been so long since these matches were prevalent and it was before modern science became what it is today. There isn’t much known medically about these types of bonds other than what would be the equivalent to campfire tales.
Suddenly, I hear the front door chime. That has to be her. I’m in my office which is down a hall adjacent to the four patient rooms we have. I hear Trudy checking her in and showing her to a room promptly. She’s the first and only patient for the next two hours. I don’t think her appointment will last that long but knowing me, there will be something I want to research right away. I wait patiently—well not really, my foot is tapping incessantly until Trudy lets me know she’s all set. I wait for a minute since she likely had her change into a gown.
Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I walk out of my office and knock on the exam room she’s in. A light, “Come in,” is spoken and I’m opening the door and immediately enveloped in a scent that stops me cold. It takes every ounce of my professionalism to mask my shock. I haven’t had such a hard time doing that since my first year of residency.
Eli was fucking right and we will never hear the end of it, not that I mind in the least. She is our scent match.Our mate. Sitting down, I glance over the tablet with her information on it. “Thea Fera? I’m Dr. Liam Sullivan. What brought you in so urgently today?” Maybe if I breathe through my mouth it’ll be easier. I inhale slowly. No, that absolutely did not help. We do have high-end air filters in the office, so her scent should not feel so strong to me, unless? Her heat. Holy shit.
“Nice to meet you. I’ll cut to the chase, I need heat suppressants. I haven’t felt quite like myself lately and think it’s time for another round.”
That piques my interest—another round? Makes it sound like she’s already on them. Heat suppressants have a strict two yearson, one year off timeline. Is she asking to have it back-to-back?“Are you already on suppressants?” I ask, my professionalism being less of a mask for my reaction to her scent and now fully taking over.
“Yes,” she says immediately, then balk. “Wait no, I mean no.”
I put down the tablet that has her intake information on the screen and look at her. She’s nervous. She does want a back-to-back dose of suppressant. Why? I roll over closer to her in the exam chair. She fidgets at my nearness. I wouldn’t say I’m inappropriately close to her. Is she being affected by my scent as much as I am hers? I’m an idiot sometimes, of course she would be.
“Thea.” I look at her, in her mesmerizing hazel eyes. “How long have you been on suppressants?”
“Ten,” she begins before slapping a hand over her mouth. Ten what, months, years? That cannot be right. No ethical doctor would do that.
“Ten years?” I ask slowly. She nods, still keeping a hand over her mouth. I don’t hide the shock that runs through me. Then comes the anger at whoever her doctor was that allowed this. There is a reason for the strict timeline; the side effects for prolonged continued suppressants is extremely dangerous for the omega. Tears are forming in her eyes and it breaks through some of my anger.