Page 45 of Two For the Show (Trapped On The Tightrope Duet #2)

“Alex.”

I look up from the floor of the shower these assholes forced me to take, the cold water practically steaming as it runs down my arms. Logically, I know this is the best place for me.

I’m staring down the barrel of a long, wild heat, and anytime I can snag a moment of lucidity is good, because they’re going to be few and far between.

Doesn’t mean I’m happy about washing their scents off of me.

“You okay?” Dexter asks, leaning against the wall. “You’ve been in a while.”

“Jude was right,” I grumble, petulantly looking away.

“That a shower would help you feel better?” I nod but don’t look at him. He chuckles softly. “Well, good. You were getting dangerously hot for a second there.”

I don’t know how long I’ve been in heat, only that I haven’t had all my men yet. It has to have been less than a day. I’m feeling moderately clear-headed right now.

Or a facsimile of it, at least.

When I look up at Dexter, he smiles softly at me while rubbing his chest where our new bond rests. I open and close my mouth a few times, unsure what to say.

He can feel my trepidation and speaks before I have the chance.

“I meant it.” The words rush out of him.

“That I love you, I mean. It wasn’t the rush of the Storm or anything.

” My face warms, and it’s not from my heat.

“I know we haven’t had the easiest go of it, but nothing has ever felt as right as being with you.

And you feel that too, right? I’m not reading into things? ”

He’s unsure and vulnerable, and it makes me want to gather him in my arms, to calm his worries and show him how much he means to me.

“I feel it, too, Dex. We’re a matched set, remember? Salt and pepper.”

He stares at me, and it’s like he sees into the fabric of my being. Dexter strips me bare with his eyes that are so full of emotion, I can hardly breathe.

He’s intense. Has been since I met him.

I don’t know what he was looking for, but he must have found it, because he climbs into the shower with me, fully clothed. The cold water, despite the low pressure, soaks him quickly as he drops to his knees in front of me.

“I was so scared.” I don’t need to have a bond with him to know how true those words are.

Dexter lived his worst nightmare. He approached it directly, with a cool head and calm disposition, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him to my chest and absorbing his caramel chocolate scent. He settles between my thighs as he wraps his arms around my waist.

We sit like that until the bond between us goes quiet, and his worries circle the drain. Eventually, we turn the shower off and I strip him out of his wet clothes .

Dexter is a work of art. His shoulders are broad, and his arms are well-defined. With the water no longer crashing down on top of me, the heat that it was holding at bay starts to creep back up, my stomach cramping.

Cramps may not be the right word for it. My body feels like it’s turning in on itself, needy and desperate for something only my pack can provide.

My head spins a little, and I stumble into his arms.

“Fuck,” he swears. “The shower couldn’t have helped that much, because you’re burning up again. How are you still lucid?”

I could tell him about how we used cold showers for Omegas in the hospital to either stall their heat or reduce its intensity.

There’s also the phenomenon of an Omega in heat who can come up for air, so to speak, if their Alpha needs them to.

It doesn’t stop the heat, but it can put it on pause, if only for a few minutes.

Dexter may not admit it, but he needed me to be aware, if only for a moment, so he could tell me how he felt.

I’m glad I was.

But the time for lucidity is over, and I need him like I need the next breath that fills my lungs.

“Now, Alpha,” I snap, and I have enough self-awareness left to be a little embarrassed at my bluntness. “I need you now,” I wail.

He grins broadly, and it is devastating. Have I ever seen him look so unabashed, so unburdened? My Alpha slides an arm under my knees and bridal carries me to the nest.

“Up, fuckers,” he barks, startling Jude and Dario from where they lay together, kissing languidly. I’m glad they figured their shit out. “Go make out in the living room. I need to take care of our Omega.”

Dario coughs to disguise a laugh and slides out of the bed, pulling Jude along by the hand. “Call me if you need some help, little bro!”

He lays me gently on the bed, vulnerability shining in his eyes. “You’re sure?”

I want to roll my eyes, to yell, to pull him on top of me and take what I want from him. But Dexter and I have only been together once, under less than ideal conditions. He is going to need a little reassurance that I truly want him, and not only because of my wild hormones.

I’m happy to give him as much validation as he needs.

I climb up onto my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed. His cock is jutting out proudly, begging for me to taste it.

So I do.

Gripping his knot, I guide Dexter into my mouth, circling his head with my tongue. He yelps, reflexively grabbing my head, and I take it as the encouragement I need to take him deeper.

But he pulls me away before I can feel him in my throat, his chest heaving. “Wait,” he says, taking a step back. “Wait.” He crowds me until I’m forced to scramble backward on the bed. He presses our chests together. “Can I?”

“Can you what?” I ask teasingly.

“Can I taste you?”

My eyes close as the anticipatory pleasure rolls through me. I prop myself up with my pillows and spread my thighs for him. He stares at the apex, his mouth slightly open, as his newly transformed chocolate caramel scent makes my head spin and my mouth water.

He slides down onto his stomach and settles between my legs. “Holy shit,” he says softly, running his nose up my slit. “I thought you smelled good before, but now…”

Tentatively, he darts his tongue out and gently probes my lips. I reach down and spread them with one hand, eager for the attention that my body is craving. He immediately follows my unspoken direction and laps at my clit, sending shockwaves through me.

“Fingers,” I pant, needing to be full, to feel that stretch. He complies, sliding two into me tentatively. They go in easily, and I wiggle my hips, encouraging him to fuck me with them. Dexter is a quick study, curling his fingers and thrusting them into me while sucking on my clit.

“Good boy,” I croon, weaving my fingers in his bleached blond hair. He shudders, pace faltering. When he looks up at me, lust darkening his eyes, I can’t stop the moan that tumbles from my mouth.

Spurred on by my praise, he increases his ministrations, tongue flat and strokes long as he tastes me thoroughly and massages my insides. He’s unpracticed but eager to learn, and when I place my hand on the back of his head and guide him directly to my clit, he focuses all of his attention there.

I’m sensitive and primed for him, so it is only seconds before I am reaching my peak, thrashing underneath him. In a move of surprising dominance, he uses one of his arms to pin my hips to the bed as he laps up my slick, thrusting into the bed beneath us.

As I come down, sensitive but still needy, I lose control of my tongue.

“Fuck me, Alpha. Now. Now.” I grab him by the shoulders and haul him up, and he comes willingly.

When he presses his lips to mine, I taste myself, licking into his mouth and nipping his bottom lip. I reach between us and grab his cock, leading it in my entrance and wiggling my hips down on it.

He takes over, hips thrusting forward eagerly. He whimpers at the first stroke, head dropping to rest on my shoulder as his body shudders with the overwhelming sensations. I hike my leg up around his hip and push forward, urging him to move, to fuck me like he needs me.

“Fuck, Alex,” he nearly sobs, pulling his hips back and slamming into me. “Fuck fuck, you feel so good.”

I can’t respond, my nails digging into his back as I lose myself to the pleasure of him. My eyes roll back as he grinds his hips into me, putting a delicious, rough pressure on my clit that has my breath leaving me in needy little bursts.

When he starts making this sound that is primarily a moan but has a little bit of a whine to it, and I feel his desire and desperation through the bond, I clench around him, my orgasm coming on suddenly. A surprised yelp leaves him as I use my leg to pull him closer, popping his knot into me.

Dexter makes several shallow thrusts, his knot stopping him from fully retreating.

He whimpers and gasps as he comes, filling me up before his knot fully inflates and locks us together.

The pressure on his knot has him whimpering as he falls forward, trying his best to keep most of his weight off me but failing.

I giggle and do my best to flip us onto our sides, so we can cuddle properly as we wait for his knot to deflate enough to get truly comfortable.

“That was so good, Alpha,” I whisper against the hollow of his throat. “So, so good.”

“Yeah?” His voice is hopeful. “You’re not just saying that?”

One day, hopefully by the end of this heat, Dexter will be confident in his ability to please me. But until then, I don’t mind praising him when he needs it.

“I’m not just saying that. You’re incredible, Dexter. In so many ways. ”

He buries his face into my hair, and peace loosens my muscles. I’m where I’m supposed to be.

It’s one of the last thoughts I have before the heat consumes me.

I feel like I’m on fire. Like the worst fever I’ve ever had, but I also fell into hell.

What did I do to deserve a trip to hell? I was a good person. A doctor. I helped people. I shouldn’t be in hell.

If I even believe in hell.

Why am I thinking about the concept of hell?

Oh right. I’m on fucking fire.

I reach blindly, trying to find something to give me relief, and my hand lands on a firm body. Without looking, I run my hand down the man’s chest until I palm his cock through his boxers.

I can’t tell which of my men it is since all of their scents are so heavy in the air, but whoever it is hardens quickly under my grip as I squeeze and stroke him.

“What a way to wake up,” Dario says with a sleepy slur.

“Alpha,” I sigh, rolling over to lie on top of him. “Need you.”

“You have me.” He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me deeply. I’m aware, on some level, that this will be the first time we take this step, and I want to do my best to be present for it. However, I’m hurting and need him so badly that I worry I can’t take it slow.

I want to savor this. To remember every part of it. Surreptitiously, I pinch myself, trying to clear the heat fog from my brain.

It kind of works.

Kind of.

Dario holds me tight before he flips us, purring softly as he runs his hands all over my body. “You smell like pack,” he says. “Like the best parts of all of us.”

“I’m only missing yours,” I say, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth to mine. “Need your cum, Alpha. Your scent. You. You. You.”

His teeth are flashing white even in the darkness of his trailer as he grins at me. “Well, who am I to deny a request like that?”

Dario peels his boxers off and spreads my thighs with his hands. “I can’t forget how you taste. It’s on a loop in my brain at all times. I want to lick, suck, and fuck you, in whatever order you’ll have me. Fuck, I want to drown in you.”

I whine, hips thrusting off the bed. “Fuck,” I say decisively. “Fuck first. Then licks.”

He laughs, grabbing my hips firmly and pulling them against him, grinding his knot into my clit. I’m panting at this point, nearly drooling at the thought of fucking him, having him fill me up, taking me until we pass out in a sweaty, satiated heap.

I’m about to beg, to command him to fuck me when he slams into me in one smooth movement, and I scream. Wherever the other guys are, they’re certainly awake now.

“Do it again,” he barks, pulling all the way out before forcing his way in again.

Dario is a rough fuck. It’s a surprise, honestly, from my goofy mate, but not an unwelcome one. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me up to greedily take my mouth, fucking me with his tongue in the same brutal way he’s taking me.

The angle has his knot grinding into my clit, and I can feel my extremities going numb with pleasure at the sensation. Right when I’m about to come, he pulls around and roughly flips me onto my stomach.

He pulls my hips up, leaving me no choice but to prop myself up on my knees and present my ass and cunt to him.

He bends down and drags his nose through my slit, inhaling me, before greedily devouring me from behind.

I’m close to collapsing, nearly falling flat from my impending orgasm, when he pulls away again, stealing the pleasure from me.

“Dario!” I whine, unable to stop myself. “Please, please, don’t tease.”

“Not tease,” he grunts, positioning his cock at my entrance again. “Making sure you’re well and truly warmed up for me.”

When an Omega is in heat, there’s no need for lube, no need for stretching. My body is primed, ready, and willing to take whatever my Alphas give me.

But I can’t say that because he’s rutting into me from behind, a symphony of groans and grunts spilling from his lips that would have me puffing up with pride if my pleasure didn’t blind me.

“Get ready,” he says roughly, before not giving me any time to do so and slamming his knot into me.

The stretch is so fucking good that I wail, and finally my orgasm washes over me and leaves me a shaking, panting mess with his grip on my hips the only thing that holds me up.

When I feel his body still and hear his shout as he reaches completion, I scream again, but this time, it’s because of the surprising pain of his knot stretching me.

I think back to one of the first conversations I had with Dario, where he teased Jude that he broke a toy with his knot, and I’m realizing now I should’ve believed him.

We collapse, spooning on the nest, as he pants in my ear.

I have no fucking words for my Alpha. None. I am so full of him that I cannot form sentences. He must feel my shock through the bond because he chuckles and pets my hair.

As I’m drifting off to sleep, his lips tickle my ear as he whispers, “I’m so glad you found us. I love you, Dr. Alex Shields.”

I’m too blissed out, too lost to the haze of heat, to respond, so I push my feelings down the bond, knowing he’ll understand exactly what I want to say.