“Fuck!” Urho shouted. He shot Jason a desperate glance. “Get his leg up on this chair. I’ll be right back.” He took off down the hallway, leaving Vale’s bedroom door open.
When he opened Caleb’s room, he fell back as the pungent scent of heat and slick hit him in the face. He gasped and his cock hardened in response, his cells roaring with suddenly renewed arousal. Urho spotted a tipped-over white marble-topped table by the door that led to the adjoining hallway. Caleb was stronger than he looked.
A naked Caleb darted from where he crouched by the bed, trying to make a run for the hallway. Still wet, he almost slipped through Urho’s fingers.
“Sweetheart, you have to stay here,” Urho said as soothingly as he could, but when Caleb tried to jerk free, his voice took on an alpha-firm edge. “I said you’re staying here.”
Caleb squeaked and started to cry. “I need help,” he whimpered. “Help me. Please. It’s too much. It’s too much!”
Urho dragged him in close, pressing him into a full-bodied hug. His cock throbbed in his pants, pre-come pulsing from his slit and dampening his underwear. His hand drifted to Caleb’s backside, and the copious amounts of slick sliding from between his cheeks made him groan.
Caleb wriggled against him. “Finger me. Fuck me. Dosomething.”
“Oh, wolf-god,” Urho grunted. “You’re getting close.”
“Need it,” Caleb sobbed, wriggling in Urho’s arms, rubbing himself against Urho’s shirt and pants.
Urho glanced over his shoulder, desperately willing for some kind of help to arrive. He pushed Caleb backwards and down onto the bed.
Caleb didn’t fight him, spreading his legs wide. His cock was deliciously hard and bright pink against his tight, pale stomach, and his breath came with heaving, sucking urgency. Fresh, fragrant slick shone all over his thighs and ass, and Urho’s mouth watered, the desire to taste it gripping him.
He shook his head, trying to gain his composure. Another sharp, agonizing scream from Vale’s side of the house brought him out of his stupor. He blinked down at Caleb and licked his lips at the sight of him on his back, open and offering, begging to be taken. He groaned. “Caleb, Vale’s baby is coming. There’s no other doctor here yet. I have to help him first right now. It’s life or death.”
Urho wasn’t even sure Caleb understood, because just then Caleb shuddered all over, his eyes rolling up and his body convulsing as the heat wave gripped him fully. He screamed and arched, rolling onto his hands and knees, thrusting his ass into the air and taking on the beautiful, perfect lordosis position.
Urho’s groin flared to life, his body burning to plug Caleb’s trembling, wet hole. He had to close his eyes, grit his teeth, and concentrate on the wails of pain coming from Vale’s side of the house to keep from simply ripping his pants open and plunging inside, just as their forefathers had wanted when they designed the biology of alphas and omegas.
Urho hurried back to Caleb’s bathroom and grabbed the unused alpha dildo. Placing it in Caleb’s hand, he commanded, “Use this.” Then he smoothed the pale, sweaty hair back from Caleb’s flushed, straining face, and kissed his forehead. It was all he could do to ignore Caleb’s groans of pain. “I’ll be back. I swear to you, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Caleb twisted and cried out, his body bucking under the consuming, tortuous need that defined heat. He rolled onto his back again, lifted his legs high, and stuffed his wet hole with four of his own fingers. Then he rolled onto his stomach and arched his back into the lordosis position again, fucking himself fervently. The alpha dildo lay forgotten on the bedspread.
The urge to mount Caleb and knot him filled Urho from head to toe. He stepped forward, his hand on his belt buckle. Vale’s tortured scream from across the house stilled his hand. Shaking himself free before he could give in to overwhelming instinct and Caleb’s agonized pleas, he left the room.
Grabbing a pacing servant in the hallway, he issued an order telling him to lock Caleb inside. “Lock Xan’s door too. And stay here. Don’t let him out whatever he does or says.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t go anywhere. I mean it. I’ll want back in his room soon.”
The servant, a raw-boned teenager, stared at Urho with wide, scared eyes, but did as he was told, turning the key on Caleb’s room with a shaking hand.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Well?” Jason askeddesperately when Urho made it back to Vale.
“Caleb’s locked in. I don’t know about the other doctors I’ve requested. Just let me look at Vale,” Urho said, shaking with restraint and fear. He ripped open his medical bag again and retrieved the flashlight.
Jason had done his duty and had Vale exposed from the waist down with one leg propped on the chair so that Urho could examine his anus.
Dropping to his knees, Urho held the light between his teeth and spread Vale’s slick-wet cheeks with both hands. The slick produced during childbirth was a similar consistency to that produced when an omega was aroused, or during heat, but it lacked the same powerful, exciting scent. The last thing an omega needed during labor was to deal with a horny alpha.
Unfortunately, Urho was beyond horny after being in Caleb’s room. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his nose of Caleb’s pheromones, and focused on his patient.
Jason paced restlessly beside them.
As Urho spread Vale’s ass and then probed inside with his fingers, Jason growled next to him. “Back off,” Urho ordered. “I’m checking him as a doctor, for wolf-god’s sake.”
Jason still crowded him as he finally worked his whole hand inside. Vale whined and shifted miserably, stuffed far too full with the babe and a large hand to be comfortable. Urho fingered the scar tissue, measuring its tension. When he pressed against it, there was more give than ever before. He felt the child move against his hand, and he checked the opening of the womb with his fingers. It was quite wide already.
