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CHAPTER FIVE

Zack

Q uestion. What is the single most embarrassing thing that could happen to you on your first date with the gorgeous, talented, hunky, heroic alpha of your dreams?

Never mind, because that’s not even a question. Going into a super-intense heat in the middle of a nice restaurant when it isn’t anywhere close to your time is the answer.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here,” Lucas said in the kindest and also sexiest voice I’d ever heard. He stood, glanced around for our server, then shifted so he could slip an arm around me to help me out of the booth.

Because I suddenly felt so hot and weak and rubbery, not to mention wet, that I couldn’t make my legs work to stand on my own.

“This is humiliating,” I moaned as Lucas got me to my feet. At least my body started to work again once I was standing and had started moving. It was working a little too well, as the bulge in my jeans as Lucas whisked me to the front of the restaurant showed. “I’m so sorry. This has never happened to me. Usually, I’m as regular as clockwork. I don’t just randomly go into heat around complete strangers like this.”

Lucas laughed gently, like he felt my pain and didn’t hold it against me. I loved the sound of his laughter, no matter what had caused it. “Don’t worry about anything,” he said. “These things happen. It just means that you’re a normal, functioning adult.”

I groaned, because that sounded both embarrassing as hell and completely sexy.

“Uh-oh. Looks like someone’s had a reaction to…something,” our server said, catching up with us at the door. She glanced up at Lucas with a teasing sparkle in her eyes that had me almost offended.

“Sorry to eat and run,” Lucas replied to her cheeky comment with a sheepish grin. “Sometimes the current changes unexpectedly.”

I blinked. Was that some sort of reference to how wet I was getting? Because the flow was rushing strongly in one direction, and if we didn’t get back to my apartment quickly, I would leave a snail-trail of slick on the streets of Valleywood.

“I can come back later and pay for our dinner,” Lucas said as our server rushed forward to hold the door for us.

The server waved the idea away. “Don’t worry about it. The meal is on us. That’s what family is for, after all.”

It took my heat-addled brain until we were out on the cool, dim street to wrap itself around what the woman had said.

“Family?” I asked as we walked along, fast enough to compete in some sort of walking marathon. “Are you related to our server?”

“Um,” Lucas answered. Even in the muted streetlight, I could tell he was blushing.

Or maybe that was the almost irresistible heat I could feel wafting from him. I was going to get my poor, heat-loosened ass pounded so hard by Lucas, I just knew it. And I didn’t mind one bit. In fact, the thought that my hormones had sent Lucas into rut made me pick up my pace so Lucas was chasing after me.

“Yeah, that was my cousin, Frisia,” he said, slightly breathless, as we turned onto the street that would take us back to the apartment.

I glanced quickly to him, then nearly ran straight into a lamppost. Once I was in better control of my sense of direction, I asked, “Did you know your cousin worked at the restaurant when we decided on it?”

“No,” Lucas answered. “I haven’t seen Frisia or her branch of the family in decades.” When I glanced at him, he bumbled on with, “I mean, it feels like decades.”

I had the weirdest sense that he’d meant it literally. But that didn’t make any sense. Decades ago, Lucas would have been a baby, or nonexistent.

We reached the entrance to our apartment building, and who Lucas’s cousins were and how long it had been since he’d last seen them didn’t matter. I was hit by an intense heat wave as we started up the stairs. It was so strong that I wobbled and had to grab the railing as slick pooled and started to soak through the seat of my jeans.

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay,” Lucas said, holding his arms out and moving close, like he was spotting me in some big gymnastics move. I wanted to do some big gymnastic moves with him as soon as possible. Naked gymnastics. “I’ve got you.”

“It’s never been this strong before,” I panted as he practically pushed me up the stairs, his arm around my shoulders. “Maybe something happened and because it’s so early it’s extra strong?”

“Yeah, it might be something like that,” Lucas said, his voice strained and breathless.

He was feeling it too, I could tell. I kind of felt like he knew why we were both reacting so strongly, but he wasn’t sharing.

Not that I wanted him to share. Not his thoughts and feelings, at least. As soon as we reached my apartment door, I fumbled with the key, threw open the door, then pulled him inside. Once I’d slammed the door shut behind us and dropped the keys on the floor, I flung myself at Lucas, actually leaping into his arms and wrapping my legs around him like a particularly horny octopus, and smacked my mouth into his.

And bless him, instead of freaking out and trying to push me away so he could run, Lucas gripped me tightly, kissing me back, and gripping my butt so he could balance me against him.

His hand was probably soaked in seconds from the sheer volume of slick it felt like my body was producing. It wanted him bad. I’d been through years’ worth of heats already and I’d had a good time with the friends or professionals I’d hired to take me through. Grandma wasn’t a strong believer in heat suppressants, so I’d always just gone with it and had a good time.

This was next level.

“I have to get these clothes off,” I panted, though I made no effort to slip out of Lucas’s arms and stand on my own two feet so that I could actually take them off. “I need you inside me. I need you to pump me full of your alpha cum.”

Lucas made a sound of agreement, but held me closer and devoured my mouth instead of making a move to get us naked. It was nice, but I needed so much more than nice.

I finally found the energy to let my legs drop and to push away from Lucas so that I could fumble with my clothes. I managed to get my jacket and shirt off and to unzip my jeans to free my erection, but after that, my interest switched elsewhere.

Lucas had taken off his jacket and was just pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his broad, smooth, incredibly muscular chest. The power in those muscles had me weak in the knees and filled my head with all sorts of erotic images of him using me however he wanted to fulfill his alpha urges.

And in the middle of that, my imagination conjured up a flash of fantasy about the two of us bobbing around in the ocean somewhere with two little mermaid kids and my belly round with another one.

Okay, maybe I should have ordered something other than the Caesar salad. The anchovies in the dressing must have been bad, because as hot and appealing as the image was, it was fantastical.

I immediately forgot it all when Lucas tossed his shirt aside and undid the fastenings of his trousers. That was all I needed to send my heat wave flaring into an inferno. I was so desperate that I groaned and dropped to my knees.

I didn’t pause or think or ask if Lucas minded that I eat his cum as dessert to go with our truncated dinner. I tugged his trousers down to his thighs, scooped my hand under his full, alpha balls to give everything more room for us both to work with, then I gripped the base of his cock and licked my way from its root to its tip.

“Neptune’s balls!” Lucas gasped as I closed my mouth around his tip and slathered my tongue over it. He gripped a handful of my hair and I swallowed him as deeply as I could without a warm-up. And then he went and said, “Your apartment is a mess, Zack.”

I stopped with his cockhead almost touching the back of my throat, then pulled back quickly and looked up at him. “I’m fresh into the most intense heat wave of my life, on my knees with your cock in my mouth, desperate to have you coat my insides with the one thing I need more than air, and you’re telling me I’m a slob?”

Lucas laughed, which caused another gush of slick to dampen the loose seat of my jeans. “No, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, brushing his fingers through my hair. “I’ve just never seen an apartment so cluttered with stuff when someone’s lived in it for such a short time.”

I glanced over my shoulder, looking around at the mess. It was true, I’d had to buy a bunch of necessities in a hurry, and with the rehearsal schedule the way it was, I hadn’t had much time to put everything away. There were empty grocery bags tossed over the sofa, cans and boxes of food out on the counters in the kitchen, and Lucas hadn’t even seen my thrift store haul that was spread out over my bed and across the dresser in the bedroom yet.

Actually, I wanted him to see the stuff in the bedroom. That would mean we were in the bedroom and Lucas could scratch the fiery itch inside me that desperately needed scratching.

“If you think this is messy, you should see my bed,” I said, scrambling to stand with the intent on heading straight there.

I made the mistake of trying to take my jeans off as I stood, which turned into me tripping myself while standing more or less still. The wet denim got tangled around my knees, and when I bent slightly to push my jeans off entirely, I pitched forward and lost my balance.

Lucas caught me, but with my momentum the way it was, I ended up bent forward over his arm, my soaking ass in the air and my jeans tangled around my ankles.

I had absolutely no problem with that position whatsoever.

Lucas breathed in deeply. I could practically feel the intensity of his reaction to my hormones. “Okay,” he said in a rough voice. “Cleaning up can wait. We’ve got more important things to do.”

“Yes!” I gasped, still draped over his arm as he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom. “Me! I’m important things! Do me!”

Lucas laughed, then made a growling, almost bubbling sound as we crossed into my bedroom.

“Come on, Zack,” he said as he flicked on the lights with one hand while still holding me in his other arm. “Look at all this. You do know what a closet is, don’t you?”

“Would it get you all hot and bothered to watch me fold my clothes and put them away?” I asked, wiggling out of his hold long enough to finally kick my jeans off all the way. I bent to pick them up with the intention of folding them sexily, but they were way too destroyed for me to try.

“Am I going to have to teach you how to put your things away?” Lucas asked, walking over to my bed and picking up one of the shirts laying there. He folded it quickly, then folded two more. “It’s not that hard.”

“Yes, it’s definitely that hard,” I said, my gaze dropping to his massive, erect, alpha cock as it stuck out over the fly of his trousers.

Lucas laughed again, carrying the pile of folded shirts over to the bureau and putting them in one of the drawers. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” I said with slightly more seriousness, which was the limit of what I could manage just then. “But I also know that I’m dripping and desperate, and if I don’t have you buried deep in my hole, knocking on the door of my womb, like, right now , I think I might lose my mind.”

Lucas turned back from the bureau, looking sympathetic. And blazing hot. And just as hungry for wicked, dirty, heat sex as I was. “I guess this could wait,” he said, his voice hoarse, as he went back to the bed.

He gathered the rest of the clothes there into his arms and carried them all over to dump on top of the bureau. As he did that, I gripped the top of the bedcovers and pulled them down so vigorously that pillows went flying. We weren’t going to need those pillows anyhow.

I stretched out over the bed to push one of them out of the way, and while I was in that vulnerable position, Lucas came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist, yanking me back to him. The gesture pushed the length of his cock right up through the soaking crease of my ass.

I let out a helpless cry and went limp in his arms as Lucas growled with alpha possessiveness. “Mmm,” he hummed, breathing in my scent as I quivered in his arms. “You sure you’re ready for this? I can get a little aggressive when I’m with an omega in heat.”

I felt jealous and possessive of him and immediately hated every other omega he’d ever been with for about point-two milliseconds before inching my legs farther apart and tilting my hips up to him.

“I don’t mind,” I panted. “I like a little aggression. Fill me up and make me yours.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have issued such a broad and raw invitation to someone I barely knew, but I couldn’t help myself. And it didn’t feel like I barely knew Lucas. It felt as though I’d been searching for him my entire life, and now that I had him, my body couldn’t wait to be utterly ravished by him.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Lucas rumbled, reaching down to stroke his hands along my thighs.

I was teetering on the verge of a witty comeback as he gripped the backs of my thighs and used his incredible strength to lift my legs up and spread them wide. He maneuvered me on the edge of the bed like a frog, stroked a hand down my back, then positioned himself perfectly to thrust in hard.

I cried out loud enough to alarm whoever was living in the next apartment. I loved every thick, demanding inch of Lucas as he rocked deeper and deeper into me. It was amazing that he hadn’t taken his time or soothed and prepped me before charging in to get what he wanted. I wanted all of that and then some. I wanted to feel like his vessel, like his property to do whatever he wanted with.

I whimpered with pleasure as he adjusted his position and flung one arm around my torso to clamp me close, like I might slip away from him otherwise. It was so possessive and restrained me to the point where all I could do was allow him to take me. It was so good that I started to come almost right away.

Lucas hissed some sort of wordless expletive against the side of my face as he continued to pound into me. “So good,” he gasped. “I can feel you. So good, my mate.”

“Yes, yes!” I shouted in reply as my first burst of orgasm shifted into a second round. I adored the fact that omegas more or less turned into orgasm machines during heat and that alphas could keep up with their pace for the duration.

“You want my seed in you?” Lucas asked, his voice dark and demanding and…in my head? “You want me to fill your womb with my babies?”

“Gods, yes!” I gasped. Not that he could actually impregnate me. Grandma might not have been a fan of heat suppressants, but I was a big fan of birth control pills. “Fuck a baby into me!”

Lucas growled and picked up his pace, and then he bit my shoulder as he started to come.

I couldn’t describe exactly what it was, but his seed felt different in me. It was…sparklier? I knew that in some cultures, alphas bit their mates to mark and claim them during heat sex, but that was a tiny detail at the back of my head. The only thing I really cared about in the moment was the pulsing bliss of being filled and knotted by my dream alpha as my body turned into one long, screaming orgasm.

I think it lasted forever. Maybe. It lasted a long time. I was completely consumed by pleasure and excitement and a deep sense that everything in the entire world would be right now. Lucas was that good.

When I regained some semblance of thought, the two of us were snuggled together the right way around in my bed. Lucas still had me knotted as he spooned me with his big, hot, sweaty, body.

“That was incredible,” he panted, stroking his hands over my body. “I’ve never done it like that before, but it was awesome.”

I opened one eye and peeked up at him over my shoulder. “Never done it like that?”

“With legs,” Lucas said sleepily.

He then tensed and stammered, “Um, er, I mean with your legs positioned like that before.”

It was a weird answer, but I was too tired and blissed out to give it much thought.

“Well, that was only one heat wave,” I said, snuggling into him and squeezing around his cock, which was still knotted inside me. “I usually go for the full three days, so you’ve got all the time in the world to do it with my legs however you want them.”

“Good to know,” Lucas said with a slightly nervous laugh.

He must have been concerned about the two of us missing rehearsals. That had to be where his nerves came from. We’d be fine, though. Since it was a professional production and we were at the beginning of rehearsals, we had the weekend off. Timing wise, there was a good chance we could just fuck all weekend and be back at rehearsal on Monday and no one would be the wiser.

I would be the wiser, though. I would be so much wiser. Because the prospect of spending the weekend in heat with my alpha hero was pure and utter bliss, and I intended to milk it, and him, for all it was worth.