He speeds through the city streets while I press myself back against the leather seat, trying to find some relief from the fire consuming me from the inside out. My hands shake as I grip the door handle, fighting the urge to touch myself right here in the back of this car.
The worst part isn't the physical need—it's the crushing realization that I was inches away from my supposed perfect match and he couldn't have been less interested in helping me through this. The car screeches to a halt in front of the private entrance to my penthouse, and I mumble something that might be thanks to the driver before stumbling out.
Another whine slips through my lips as I reach down to grab my cock through my pants, squeezing hard enough to bring me back to reality. I absolutely cannot fall apart until I’m inside my nest. Any other option is unacceptable. The whir of the elevator dulls my need briefly, but the need suddenly turns to pain as a cramp tears through my stomach.
I bend over, gripping the railing with my free hand as tears streak down my cheeks. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Heats are supposed to be shared, sacred, intimate. Not this desperate, lonely hell where I'm left to suffer alone while my Alpha goes to business meetings. And having had Xavier with me the last several heats, this is definitelyhell.
I burst through my front door and immediately see a pile of those fucking mango candies sitting on my kitchen counter like some kind of consolation prize. Just another reminder of how little Ryker knows me. How little he cares to know me.
Another wave of need bowls me over as I start stripping out of my clothes, stumbling toward the bedroom. The fabric is suddenly unbearable against my overheated skin as I fall into my nest, the coldness of the silk doing little to sate my need.
I crawl deeper into my nest, frantically searching for the only toy that will help me in this heat-induced haze. Xavier gave the knotted dildo as a gag before fucking me so hard with it I saw stars. I’ve kept it close ever since, pretending it’s the Alpha I want and not the one I have.
Mild relief sweeps through me as I wrap my fingers around the silicone and guide it into my ass, the squelch of slick easing the slide. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends waves of heat through my body. A cry tears from my throat, the sound muffled by the blankets, as it doesn't give me the relief it usually does.
Fuck.
I start to pump the dildo in and out, the rhythm building with each thrust, my breath coming in ragged gasps.It’s not enough. I need more, so much more. My other hand curls into the blankets, knuckles turning white as I grip them tightly, my body teetering on the brink of release, but it's not enough. I can't find the right force, the right angle to send me over the edge.
And then I hit that sweet spot, my body spasming as the orgasm rips through me with a force that leaves me breathless. The relief is fleeting, my hole aching for more, for a real knot to fill me up and lock me to my Alpha.
“Please,” I mutter. “Please.” I start pumping the dildo in and out of my ass again, face now buried into the blankets as I stick my ass in the air. It only makes me more aware that there isn’t anAlpha behind me, my arm getting tired at this angle. I flop to my side, curling into a ball as my energy dissipates, another cramp rendering me useless, the dildo still in my ass.
My lids flutter closed, hopelessness setting in just as I hear Xavier in the background. "Babe, what the fuck? Why didn't you call or say something?" His words cut through the haze of my desire as I twist to look at him, my eyes filled with tears.
"I'm so hot and it hurts so bad," I whisper, my voice barely audible. I can see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between his desire for me and his duty to Ryker.
"I can't fuck you, Angel. Ask me for anything else, babe. Whatever you need.”
"Make it stop.Please," I beg him. I shift toward him a little, whining as I come again, my cock still hard after my release. Only a knot will end this spike, but that’s the only thing Xavier can’t give me.
He moves quickly, the Alpha gently removing the dildo from my ass, a whimper following the sensation of feeling empty and exposed. Despite the awkwardness, Xavier slides his arms beneath me and hauls me up to his chest before moving to the bathroom. I cling to him, my heavy breathing filling the air as he sets me on the toilet, the ice-cold of the lid providing me momentary relief.
“What—what are you doing?” I push out, my words a little garbled.
“I’m hoping the cold will help bring down your temperature.”
“The dildo. I just…”
The sound of rushing water hits my ears as Xavier moves to crouch in front of me, one of his hands cupping my cheek. “Babe, look at me. If I fuck you with that, you’re going to be even more of a mess than you are now. Your pheromones are telling you that you need a knot, and as fun as that toy is, it’s only going to piss you off.”
I nuzzle into his hand, my nose dragging along his palm for several peaceful seconds, the closeness of an Alpha dimming my need just a little more.
Xavier lifts me once again, purring in my ear as he lowers me into ice-cold water, my fingers digging into the Alpha’s chest as it shocks my system. I bury my face in his chest, one of his hands moving to run through my hair, soothing me with his touch.
"Shh, it's okay, Angel. I’ve got you, babe.” His purr deepens, reverberating through the bathroom. “Look at how gorgeous you are. How perfect you are. You're safe now," he murmurs.
He continues to run his fingers through my hair as I settle, the heat from my spike dissipating slowly but at a torturous pace. I wish I could believe that I’m safe, that I won’t suffer for the rest of this week without an Alpha to help me. I can’t even call a service, as that would spark rumors. I’ll have to weather it alone.
Xavier
I wake up with a groan, my back screaming in protest from the position I'd taken on the floor just outside Angel's room. Sleeping on the hardwood floor isn't exactly comfortable, but there was no way in hell I was leaving him alone last night. Not when I could hear him whimpering through the door—those soft, desperate sounds that cut straight through me like a knife.
Every instinct I have as an Alpha was telling me to go to him, to comfort him, to give him what his body was crying out for. But I couldn't. Not while he's still with my brother, not while I'm bound by contracts and professional obligations that feel more like chains with every passing hour.
It tortured me, lying there listening to him suffer when I could have helped. Should have helped. But crossing that line would destroy us both, and Angel deserves better than a relationship built on betrayal and broken promises.
Which is why I put in my resignation at two this morning.
