Terrible Heat
1959 Words
Elena
A FEW HOURS LATER
My thighs were pressed together so tight it was starting to ache, but I wasn’t moving.
I was sprawled across the top bunk in nothing but a towel, my legs were bare, skin still wet from the shower, my hair dripping onto the pillow, leaving little cold trails down my shoulder blade, and I was trying to breathe. Just breathe.
It had been two hours since Lucian walked out of this room, but it still felt like he was in the air. On the sheets. Between my thighs. Inside my f*****g skull.
I pressed my phone to my ear and whispered, “Ava. I think I’ve made the worst mistake of my life.”
“Okay, wait, hold up,” Ava said, voice too alert for how late it was. “Are we talking pregnancy, debt, or did you bang your new roommate already?”
I groaned. “No. But my towel is slipping and I think my brain is broken.”
“…You’re talking to me in a towel?”
“Because I haven’t moved in an hour. Because I can still feel him in this room. Because I swear, Ava, if I breathe too hard, I’ll remember what he said and..fuck..I’ll combust.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Ava sighed.
“Tell me everything. From the top. Don’t leave s**t out.”
I pulled the towel tighter around me, even though it was already soaked through in places it shouldn’t be. My legs rubbed again. My mouth was dry.
“I told him to stop calling me Omega.”
“Uh-oh.”
“And he said… he said…” I covered my face. “He said, I’ll call you that and he also said he would f**k me! Arghhht.”
Ava didn’t speak.
Didn’t laugh.
Didn’t breathe.
Then…
“Oh my f*****g God, Elena. You’re living in a breeding kink fanfic and I’m not there.”
“I don’t know, Ava,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “I feel something. It’s bad. It’s good. f**k, it’s too good. It’s like there’s something inside me, under my skin, crawling, pulling, wanting.”
My voice cracked. My toes curled.
“I’m so f*****g horny it hurts,” I whispered, breath catching. “And I haven’t even lasted a day here. I’m not even supposed to be like this.”
Ava was silent, but I could hear her breathing.
“I swear, I’m going to lose my mind,” I kept going. “It’s like everything’s waking up. My thighs won’t stop rubbing. My heart won’t slow down. I can still feel him in this room, like his scent stuck to the f*****g walls. And every time I think about the way he looked at me, the way he growled… I swear to God, I almost came just from remembering it.”
“Elena…”
“I know what this is,” I said. “My heat is starting. I can feel it. It’s low now, but it’s building. My skin feels hot. My mouth is dry. My core is… wet. f**k, Ava, I’m dripping and he hasn’t even touched me and I feel so f*****g drawn to him.”
Ava’s voice came quiet and serious through the phone. “Okay. Deep breath. You need to listen to me now.”
I didn’t speak. Couldn’t.
“Your first heat is coming hard. You’re an awakened Omega. You can’t fake your way through this, Elena. Not now. Not around someone like Lucian.”
“I can handle it.”
“No, you can’t. Because you don’t know what it’s like yet. You don’t know what it does to your body, to your mind. You think you’re in control. You’re not. The wolf doesn’t play by your rules.”
Let him come back, my wolf whispered. Let him smell what you are. Let him lose control. Let him teach you what that heat is for.
“I’m scared,” I admitted, throat tight.
“You should be,” Ava whispered. “Because your scent is going to get stronger by the hour. And if he’s already reacting to it now…”
“He’ll rip the towel off me and take what’s his.”
Ava’s voice dropped on the other end of the line. Soft. Careful. Like she knew I was about to lose it.
“I think he’s your mate, Elena.”
I froze.
No. No the f**k he wasn’t.
My breath stalled in my chest like my lungs didn’t want to participate in this conversation anymore.
“My what?”
“Your mate.”
“My mate?!” I sat up so fast the towel slipped halfway off my thigh, but I didn’t even care. That sentence—that sentence—cleared every ounce of arousal from my body like a slap to the face.
“Him? That jerk? That cocky, arrogant, smirking son of an Alpha who talks like my body already belongs to him?”
Ava didn’t answer.
I kept going.
“No. Nope. Absolutely not. There’s no way that man is my mate. You should’ve seen his face, Ava. The way he talks, the way he moves. He looks like he’s already f****d every girl on this campus and probably half the faculty too. His d**k is probably exhausted.”
“Elena…”
“No, listen to me. His d**k probably has an accent and a passport at this point. That thing has mileage. I don’t know how many girls he’s been inside, but I’m pretty sure if I had a microscope, I’d find at least seven different kinds of regret on the tip alone.”
Ava choked out a laugh. “You’re unwell.”
“I’m serious. I don’t care how good he smells. I don’t care how deep his voice gets when he calls me Omega. I don’t care if my wolf is panting in the corner of my brain like a b***h in heat. I am not letting that man claim me just because the universe decided to play some sick, knotting, breeding kink joke on me.”
“Your wolf already chose him, Elena.”
I blinked. My heart dropped.
Because the truth was… I haven’t heard her voice yet. But I have a feeling. She wasn’t quiet. She wasn’t confused. She was thrumming. Purring. Pushing.
And worse?
She wanted him to come back.
Now.
Let him claim us, she whispered again. Let him show you what it feels like to belong to an Alpha who doesn’t ask… only takes.
I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. “I’m not ready for this.”
Ava’s voice softened. “You’re not supposed to be ready. Your heat doesn’t care about timelines, babe. When it hits, it hits. And if he’s your mate…”
“Then I’m already fucked.”
“Oh s**t,” I murmured. My eyes squeezed shut. My thighs pressed again. “I need to control it.”
I sat up on the bunk, heart racing, towel barely holding, sweat already beading at the back of my neck despite the cold air in the room. My skin felt too hot. My mouth too dry. I couldn’t get enough air in, no matter how fast I inhaled.
“He must not notice,” I whispered.
He can’t.
He must not smell it.
Fuck… he must not.
But he would.
Lucian Blackthorne would walk back in, take one breath, and know.
The call ended without a goodbye.
I dropped my phone beside me, chest heaving, n*****s hard against the wet fabric of my towel.
I could still hear Ava’s voice ringing in my head, could still feel her warning sinking under my skin like poison.
He’s your mate, Elena.
Your scent is changing.
He’ll know.
And the worst part? I heard a strange voice inside of me.
What was happening to me?!
You can’t lie to me, she murmured, voice low and thick and female. You want him. You want what he promised. You want that knot inside you.
“No,” I gasped. “No, I don’t… Who the f**k are you!”
Then why are your fingers twitching, Elena?
I looked down.
My thighs were soaked. Not damp. Not warm. Soaked. The towel between them had darkened, and I couldn’t pretend it was leftover water from the shower anymore.
This was heat.
This was need.
This was my body calling out for him like it had already chosen.
“I can’t,” I whispered again. “I can’t want him.”
Then touch yourself or I’ll make us go down there and let him do it for us.
“What! I don’t understand! Who are you! Why can I hear your voice so loud in my head?”
I whimpered, pressing my palm hard between my legs, trying to hold the pressure still, trying to keep it from rising.
But it was already rising.
I didn’t even mean to slip my hand lower. I didn’t mean to spread my knees wider. It just happened.
The towel bunched up around my hips, and I tilted back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open.
One finger.
One press.
And I moaned.
“Ah… f-f**k…” I gasped into the crook of my arm, hips shifting against the mattress as my body demanded more pressure, more friction, more of something I couldn’t name without choking on it.
I bit down on my fist, trying to stay silent.
It didn’t work.
“Please…” I whispered, not even sure who I was begging. My thighs trembled, and my back arched as the tension climbed higher, hotter, harder.
“Please what?” The same f*****g voice again!
Please let him walk in? Please let him knot you right here like an animal? Say it. Say it out loud, little Omega.
I whimpered.
“Ahh…”
I bit my lip. Hard.
But it didn’t stop the next one.
“Mmhh—f**k…”
My head fell back against the pillow, hair still wet, towel already slipping below my hips. My hips rolled once against the bed and I gasped.
“Lucian…”
And then again, louder.
“Lucian…”
“Oh my… f**k…”
“Please…”
The pressure hit again. I arched hard against the bed.
“Lucian… Lucian… ahh… f**k, yes… Lucian…”
“Why do I feel like I’m going to explode? f**k… f**k—I feel insane. What’s happening to me?”
“Oh f**k. f**k. I can’t. I can’t stop. I feel everything—everything—too much. Too hot. Too wet. Too good—oh my God—why does it feel this good?”
My hips bucked and I sobbed again, nearly screaming into the pillow.
“It hurts. It hurts to need this much.”
“No, no, no… f**k, I need it… I need it…”
I was babbling now, rubbing harder, faster, chasing that next climax like a madwoman.
My toes curled and I nearly screamed again.
“I want him—I want his knot—I want his f*****g c**k—f**k, I want him to split me open—ahhh—Lucian, please—Lucian, I’m going to c*m…”
And I did.
I arched my back, lifting off the mattress as I cried his name through the orgasm.
“I’m so f*****g hot—why am I so hot—why do I feel like this—f**k, it won’t stop—why won’t it stop…”
My whole body shook, and I curled on the bed like something possessed, whimpering his name through clenched teeth as tears wet my cheeks.
“Lucian… Lucian… Lucian, please…”
And then.
A knock at the door.
Fuck.
- Writer
