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Sheri had known she’d be cutting it close, but it wasn’t like she had a choice. As the arresting officer and lead detective on the case, she had to be there for the entire trial. It isn’t unheard-of for an SVU detective to take suppressants in that situation, even though most doctors won’t prescribe them for anything but the most dire emergency. The danger and the toll they take on Omegas are simply too great. But ADA Stone had been sure the trial would end today, and it had. She should have had at least a one-day margin of error, which is why her leave is starting tomorrow.
Tell that to her body.
By mid-afternoon, she’d been flushed and trembling, already starting to hurt, and everywhere her clothes touched her skin was beginning to feel like it was on fire. She couldn’t keep her mind on anything for more than a few minutes. Well, anything else. There was one topic her mind had kept insisting on, but that just made her symptoms worse.
Detective Deborah “Sheri” Sheridan is smart and careful. Even with her detailed study of the timing, she’d made sure to wear scent blockers and some of those horrible panties with scent filters and ultra-absorbent lining, just to be sure. She had avoided the small space of the elevator all day. And still, she knows from the way she feels that her condition must be obvious to anyone with a designation who comes within ten feet of her. She’s going to have to take a cab home; the subway is simply not a safe option at this point.
Shit.
She’d almost made it. She should have made it. But she knows exactly why her heat is early, and coming on so fast and strong. She’s just spent four entire days sitting five feet away from Peter Stone.
He’d wanted her to be in the gallery directly behind him, where he could turn around and ask her questions if he needed to. Which was fine with her, except it had left her with nothing to do but admire his ridiculous shoulders, his massive chest and hard abs, and those long, muscular legs. Sure, he’d had a suit on the entire time, but it hadn’t helped much. Sheri has plenty of imagination.
Besides which, no matter what Peter Stone does, he always smells mouthwatering to Sheri. From the first day they met, a couple of years ago now, Sheri has found him to be one of the most irresistible Alphas she’s ever come near. All Alphas are, to some extent, alluring to an Omega. It’s the whole point of those damn pheromones, and an Omega’s biological response to them. But to Sheri, Stone is like a siren, drawing her to him. She becomes aroused whenever he walks into the room. It had been a problem for her first few months at SVU. The only reason she’s been able to remain on the squad is that Stone received a very well-timed promotion to Section Chief and, since then, he’s only taken their big cases.
As Sheri practically runs up the stairs and into the squad room, she curses herself for deciding to stay to hear the verdict. She should have left the courtroom the second the case went to the jury. But she was feeling all right then. Her symptoms weren’t so bad, and she knew that her partner, Rollins, would have told her if her impending heat was getting noticeable. So she’d taken her time, debriefing the trial with the squad and complimenting Stone on the great job he’d done.
She should have known right then that it was too late, and she needed to get home. When she spoke to him, she had seen a flash of predatory hunger in his eyes and he’d very quickly looked away, his face going masklike. In fact, she pretty much had known in that moment. Not only because that look made it obvious that he knew, but because of the wave of desire and accompanying surge of slick she experienced as a result. She had only managed to keep her composure by turning away from him, too, clumsily blurting out compliments to Carisi for his work as Stone’s second chair during the trial.
But then the bailiff had announced that the jury already had a verdict. Everyone was shocked at how little time it had taken – barely an hour – and since Sheri was already there in the courtroom, she’d decided to stay. Big mistake. By the time the verdict was read and the jury polled, Sheri had to bite her lips and fight not to squirm in her seat. The effort to hold back from vaulting the railing and throwing herself into Stone’s lap had caused her belly to cramp painfully.
Now she’s practically running across the floor of the squad room toward her desk. She just needs to pick up her cell phone and she’ll be out the door. There’s almost nobody around, since it’s early evening, so she feels like she’s in the clear. Just grab her phone, run down to the street, hail a cab and hope the driver is a non-des. Or at least not an Alpha.
She tears open the desk drawer and pulls out her phone. Not even bothering to push the drawer all the way closed, she rushes back toward the hallway and the stairs. Once there, she breathes a sigh of relief as she hears the stairwell door close above her. She’ll make it now.
When she makes it to the ground floor, she pushes the door open, exiting the stairwell into the sparsely-populated lobby of the station. An Omega woman she passes on her way to the street door sniffs audibly and gives her a disapproving look. Sorry, Sheri thinks. I know. I’m going.
She walks out into the near-dusk of the October evening and immediately begins to search the street for a cab. One comes into view about a block away, heading in her direction. She can see that its light is on. Sheri smiles and raises her arm.
“Detective Sheridan.”
She hears her name just as the cab slows and she’s preparing to step into the street. Stone. There’s no Alpha command in his voice, but she’s helpless to stop herself from turning to face him. She can only hope the traffic noise covers up the soft whine that escapes her.
He looks angry. He shouldn’t be, since he’s just won his trial big – he got the defendant convicted on seven of eight counts. But he’s scowling and his posture is tight.
“Peter! I thought you’d be cele—”
“You shouldn’t be on the street,” he growls. “Come with me. I’ll give you a ride home.”
“There’s a cab—” she begins, then turns just in time to see a couple reach for the door of the taxi she’d hailed.
She turns back to Stone, who urges, “Come on.”
It’s a tense few minutes as she follows him down the block and across the street to a massive parking structure underneath a bank. Neither of them speak. She’s mortified that she’s in public in this state, and holding on to propriety by a thread. He’s stiff and closed off, probably disgusted and ashamed to be associated with her. Even so, she can’t help it. She breathes a little faster and feels a shudder of hot chills at the way he struts down the street. She’s got to get home. Now.
Stone drives a fairly large SUV, which will still be full of her scent by the time they reach her neighborhood, but at least it’s better than a subcompact. She opens her window as soon as she’s belted in.
“You don’t have to do that. It’s cold.”
“I know, but—”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s okay. What’s your address?”
Sheri gives Peter her address as she puts the window back up, but still leaves a sizeable crack at the top for fresh air. Yes, she’s concerned about her own ripe heat pheromones. But she’s also on the ragged edge of control as it is, and she’s extremely vulnerable to Peter Stone’s scent at the best of times.
He puts her address into his navigation system and pulls out of the parking space.
“This is— I would never have— I mean, I did the math. Should have had plenty of time.” Between embarrassment and her onrushing heat, Sheri’s losing the ability to form full sentences.
Given that he’s still holding himself rigid and seems to be clenching his jaw, Sheri is surprised at Peter’s kind tone when he says, “Sheri, you’re not the first person – Alpha or Omega – who’s been caught out by an early cycle. I was just worried about you. I wanted to make sure you got home okay.”
“Guess we know way too much about what can happen to unbonded Omegas in heat.”
“Exactly. And you live a good distance from the station. I’m not sure how good an idea a cab would’ve been.”
“No choice. I couldn’t take the subway, and walking seemed –”
“No, I know. I’m not judging you. I’ve known you a while. I can see that something didn’t go as planned. And I hope you don’t think I’m being a neanderthal Alpha here, trying to protect you.”
“I... don’t,” Sheri manages to choke out. They’ve only just pulled onto the street and already Peter’s Alpha pheromones are making her crazy. She digs her fingertips into her thighs to keep from rubbing them together just to feel a little friction, a little touch…
It’s an excruciatingly long drive to her apartment. As they drive, the pain escalates. Sheri draws herself in, tighter and tighter until at last she’s clutching her bent legs to her body and leaning against the cool window. A few soft, breathy whines escape her and she knows Peter hears, because she gets a whiff of aroused Alpha, even through his blockers. Sheri flushes hot with desire that starts out pleasant, but quickly rushes to her middle, causing her stomach to clench painfully.
The only conversation is the voice of the GPS navigator giving directions and Peter’s occasional words of encouragement.
“We’re getting close. Hang in there.” His voice is low-pitched, sounding almost hoarse.
Sheri doesn’t respond. She focuses on breathing through the pain and clamping viciously down on persistent thoughts of Peter pounding his cock into her, filling her with his knot. She can’t speak, she’s too busy fighting her body’s need to moan and writhe. She’s never had a heat hit her this quickly before.
Finally, they reach her neighborhood and the car stops moving. Sheri opens her eyes, expecting to see that Peter’s stopped in front of her building to let her out. Instead, she finds that he’s found a parking spot just down the block, and pulled in. He shuts off the engine.
“You did it. You’re home. C’mon, let’s get you inside.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I’m walking you in,” he says, and she can hear in his voice that there’s no point arguing.
It’s all she can do to walk. As it is, she’s hunched over and holding her middle, almost panting. Peter puts an arm around her and she leans gratefully on him, even though having him touch her is agony. The relief where he touches her only seems to intensifies the almost unbearable irritation of her clothes on her skin everywhere else. Much worse, she’s simply unable to keep herself from turning her face to press against his chest. Which, in turn, ratchets up her lust as she inhales his scent from so close and a desperate, needy whine escapes her.
“I know,” he croons from deep in his chest. “Just a few more steps. You’ll feel better in just a minute.”
Sheri puts all her will into making it up the stairs to her apartment without leaning on Peter any more than she already is. Fortunately, her apartment is only on the third floor. She points wordlessly when they reach her door, and Peter keeps his arm supporting her as he takes her keys from her and turns the lock.
He stiffens when the door opens.
“’S wrong?” she mumbles, flipping the switch just inside the door to turn on a lamp in her small living room.
“Where’s— Who’s helping you through your heat?”
“’S fine, Peter. Thanks for the ride. I gotta—”
“Sheri, who is helping you through your heat?” he asks again, this time with just a hint of an Alpha timbre in his voice.
“I— No one. ‘S not great, but m’ be alright.”
She’s already pulling off her jacket and kicking off her shoes. She simply has to get the fiery irritation of her clothes off her skin, even if she has to rudely leave Peter to let himself out. With a deep sigh of relief, Sheri realizes she’s home, safe, and can finally tear off her clothes and do something about the crawling, raging need burning her up from the inside. She feels her camisole sliding up her body and lifts her arms to let it go. There’s a tug at the button of her slacks and it takes her a moment to realize that Peter is still here, helping her to undress.
“Peter—”
“How long have you been in heat?” he asks, and it’s his interrogation voice.
“I don’t— Started only a few hours ago. Hit hard, though…”
She hears Peter muttering to himself as he drags her slacks down her legs and tosses them over the back of a chair. She doesn’t even think, just reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, pulling it off with a relieved sigh and throwing it on top of her slacks.
“Peter, I gotta—”
“Sheri, look at me. I need you to focus.”
She looks up into his face, locking onto his deep green eyes. She can’t focus very well, as dilated as her pupils have gone, but she tries to obey. He’s an Alpha. It feels good to obey him right now, in a very sexual way.
“Do you know who I am?”
Oh. Oh. He’s asking if… He’s going to… “Yes. I’m not that far gone.”
“I’ll decide that. Answer me.”
“You’re Peter Stone. You’re an ADA, we work together.” She’s slurring a bit, but trying desperately to sound in control even though she’s standing there in nothing but ugly panties that are now soaked through with slick. He has to be trying to determine whether she can still consent. If she answers correctly, maybe he’ll stay, and touch her, and oh, fuck, to be filled with Peter Stone’s knot…
“How long have we known each other?”
“Since I— Since SVU. ‘S like, two years?” And that’s about it for Sheri’s ability to remain in control, answering questions. She steps toward him, unable to keep herself from breathlessly adding, “Long ‘nough to imagine you fucking me, like, a million times.”
Peter takes her upper arms in his hands and holds her away from him, looking intently into her face. “This is important, Detective. Think carefully. Do you want me to help you with your heat?”
“Oh, fuck yes… Peter—"
“Are you sure? I need you to be certain. Tell me what you want,” he demands, and there’s full-on Alpha command behind it. Sheri’s mind clears from its hormone fog for a moment as her entire being seeks to obey.
“I want you here. I trust you. I want your help and I need…” She starts to slide back into her desperate craving. “Need you, Peter. Please. Please, stay and give me your knot. Please—”
Peter can’t be sure. He simply can’t. He knows he should leave. She’s obviously planned for her heat. She must have a nest, toys, whatever she knows she’ll need. She’ll be all right. And God knows this is exactly the situation an Alpha has to avoid if they don’t want to find themselves the subject of one of SVU’s cases. But Sheri smells so fucking good at any time that it’s hard to be around her. Right now, when she’s so hot and ripe, it’s like a drug. He’s been fighting an erection all day, and since the trial ended he’s been losing that fight. Once he found her outside the station, it was over. He’s been painfully hard since that moment.
And she’s standing there with her gorgeous, rounded breasts bared to him, nipples pebbled with arousal, slick shining on the insides of her thighs, begging him to fuck her, to knot her—
Peter’s a fucking idiot. He knows it. But he’s only a man and he can feel the beginnings of a rut taking hold, heating his blood and narrowing his focus to the beautiful Omega, nearly naked and whining with need, in front of him.
It’s a hideously dangerous thing to do, to fuck her through her heat when she’s too lust-drunk to fully consent. But he’s as helpless as she is now. “Okay. Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you.”
“Alpha!” she gasps, and her scent instantly changes. Holy fuck. Sheri’s delicious everyday Omega scent is one thing. Sheri fully aroused and a little desperate? That’s intoxicating and damn near irresistible. And now that the cloud of pheromones she’s exuding is becoming infused with her happy reaction, Peter’s crushing her to himself, clasping a hand in her thick brown hair to roughly pull her head to the side and bury his face against the scent glands in her neck. She tips her head back in ecstatic submission and gives a full-body shiver.
For long, panting moments, he drowns himself in her, nuzzling and nibbling at glands producing that divine scent and groaning as he gives in to his lust. She’s whining as she presses her body into his, trying to satisfy her need for an Alpha’s touch on her skin. She slides a hand purposefully down his chest and abdomen toward his crotch, and he has to grab her wrist.
Unable to move yet for fear of completely losing control, Peter stands frozen as he takes a deep breath and then another. What he’s doing is stupid and dangerous, but at least he’s going to do this right. When he feels more in control of himself, he takes a step back and looks down into Sheri’s flushed face. Her eyes are glazed and there can be no doubt from her hormone-crazed expression that she’s rapidly approaching full heat.
“Show me your nest, honey. Let’s get you feeling better.”
She takes his hand and leads him to a short hallway between the living room and kitchen. There are three doors, two of which are open. She steps to the one that’s closed and turns the knob, reaching to flip a wall switch as she does. Inside, he sees that she has one of those pre-made nests you can get at specialty shops. She hasn’t skimped on it, either. It has a thick, mattress-like base surrounded on three sides by cushions two feet high and plenty thick enough to sit on or – more likely – for an Omega to rest their upper body on while kneeling on the floor, presenting as an Alpha takes them from behind. The whole interior is piled high with soft, fluffy blankets and pillows of every size, all in beautiful, soft pastel colors. A graceful canopy of semi-transparent white fabric drapes in curving folds from a central point on the ceiling to the floor outside the walls of the nest. Lining the fabric are myriad strings of tiny lights that give the nest a soft glow, the only light in the room. It’s gorgeous.
Sheri turns around and tries to begin removing Peter’s clothes, but he only lets her take his jacket and tie off before gently pulling her hands from his shirt buttons. “Lay down,” he murmurs throatily. “I need to make some arrangements, but I’ll help you get comfortable first.”
“But I need you—”
“I know, baby. And I’m right here. I won’t leave you alone until I know you’ll be okay for a few minutes. Go ahead and lay down.”
She crawls into the middle of her nest, turning to lie on her back on the thick padding and reaching for him. Peter slides in and sits next to her hip, running his hand over her hair, to her cheek, and then letting his hand drift in a soft caress down her neck. She again tilts her head for him, baring herself to him in a sweet, eager show of submission that has his Alpha instincts screaming to take, claim, knot. Mine, he thinks, and is shocked at how deeply he feels it. He keeps his hand moving, softly stroking her shoulder, across her collarbones, to the swell of her breast.
Her needy whine sings in his blood as he sees her expression go blissful, even though she’s lifting her hips in a desperate plea. Peter takes the time to fill his hand with her breast, thumbing her nipple, and lower his mouth to the other. Sheri cries out and arches into his mouth.
“Mmmm, yes… that feels so good! Thank you, Alpha, thank you for staying with me…”
He only lets himself enjoy her breasts for a moment, then sits up and begins to pull her panties from her. She lifts up to help him, moaning and spreading her thighs wantonly as soon as she’s fully naked. The full scent of her – heated and dripping with sweet slick – hits him and he rumbles deep in his chest. He feels a hot pulse of precome from his rock-hard dick at Sheri’s answering shudder.
Peter and Sheri have been aware of one another’s designations since they met. Of course they have. From the time they present in adolescence, neither Alphas nor Omegas can hide their natures, and neither Peter nor Sheri have any reason to try. But simply knowing each other’s designations is a world away from experiencing the soul-deep responses they’re drawing from one another now. They’ve both noticed that their reaction to the other’s scent is exaggerated, but this… neither was prepared for this. Maintaining professional boundaries means that Peter has never seen Sheri tilt her head or hold her body like she’s doing now, her every move and posture a graceful dance of submission. Sheri’s never heard Peter’s deep rumble, could never have predicted the powerful effect it would have on her.
An Alpha and an Omega will always be attracted to one another on some level. This is something else. This is a level of biological compatibility that would frighten them both if they were able to think about it right now. Fortunately, they’re not. They have far higher priorities than thinking about anything.
“Where are your toys, sweetheart?” Peter asks softly.
Sheri points with a soft whine to a basket at the side of the mattress. Peter doesn’t have the patience to sort through it; he just tips it up onto the mattress next to her. He chooses a mid-sized, blue phallus with a short appendage and briefly turns it on to see what it does. To his delight, it’s a thumper with a small vibrator in the appendage. Shari watches with half-closed eyes as he touches it to her skin.
He slides it as slowly as he has patience for through the slick coating the inside of her thigh while she begs in a whisper. She spreads her legs even wider for him, and Peter gets his first, long look at her deep pink cunt, shiny with slick as she helplessly writhes, undulating toward him, desperate for his touch. He’s hungry to get his mouth on her, to taste and map her folds with his tongue and lick up her slick, but that will have to wait.
“Here you go, baby,” he croons softly as the toy reaches her passage and he slides it in. She gives a shout, pressing down onto it, and he turns it on. Something heavy begins to move back and forth inside it, causing it to piston into her. With a pillow, he braces the toy so that it will thrust into her without her having to do anything, and positions the appendage so its soft bristles tickle her clit. The movements of her hips become absolutely obscene and she babbles filth.
“Mmmmmm, yes, Peter… Need to be filled…” He watches for a moment, and sees her expression fall as she realizes the temporary relief isn’t going to be enough. “Feels so good, but I need it to be you. It hurts, Peter. My skin, my body... It’s better when you touch me, please… Make it better. Need you to touch me and fuck me, need your knot.”
“I know, honey. You just lie there and enjoy the toy for a minute. It’ll help. I just have to make arrangements so I can spend the next few days here taking care of you, okay? Just let that toy fuck you, and make you come, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“No! It’s… it’s not enough, I need… need more! Please, Alpha, please…”
Peter looks over at the small assortment of toys and sees a thinner fake cock made of soft, rubbery material. It’s not a vibrator, just something to tease and fill a hole, but he thinks it might help. Turning back to Sheri, he lifts up on one knee so that he can pick up a pillow, lift her hips, and slide it under her. He quickly feeds the thumper back into her hungry channel, burying it as deeply as possible. Then he picks up a bottle of lube from the basket. A tiny part of him wonders why she’d need lube, as wet as she is, but he slicks up the toy anyway. He holds the thumper steady as he uses the other hand to tease the inviting pucker of her anus with the new toy. She rubs lewdly against it and whines.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she cries.
Peter gently but firmly works the small dick into Sheri’s ass, fucking it slowly in and out of her hole and feeling his cock leak as he listens to her cries and groans. He can feel every one of the sounds she’s making deep inside him; he’s getting as much pleasure from pleasing the Omega as she is. Seeing that she’s tensing up, he braces the small toy with the pillow to make sure it stays inside her ass, and grasps the thumper. He begins to rock it inside her pussy. He makes sure to tilt it, rocking the appendage against her clit as the toy pumps into her.
It only takes a moment before, with a scream, Sheri comes, pulling at her hair and grinding her hips to fuck the toy cocks inside both her holes. Peter grits his teeth to keep from grasping his own dick, watching this gorgeous, naked Omega completely abandoned to heat-lust, oblivious to her own screams as her entire body is wracked with spasms of pleasure.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, watching the ecstasy from his praise ripple through her. “That was perfect. You did so good. You look so beautiful right now.”
He enjoys the show for several minutes more until she’s quieted enough to prop the pillow again, holding the toys inside Sheri’s slick-soaked body to give her some relief from her heat while he calls Carmen. Peter gets up and goes out to the kitchen, hanging his suit coat up on a hook he finds there as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He pushes the button for Carmen’s cell while he begins a quick survey of the food supplies Sheri’s prepared to get through the next few days. There’s an abundance, clearly enough to feed both of them for as long as her heat lasts.
“Mr. Stone? Everything okay?” Carmen answers.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just, um… a friend of mine asked me for some help,” he explains. It’s probably the most common euphemism people use for helping an Omega through their heat. He knows Carmen will understand, will know exactly what he’s telling her, but he nonetheless tries to sound like he’s not tenting his trousers obscenely at the moment. “It was very last-minute, but I was gonna take it easy for the rest of the week anyway, now that the trial’s done. So I’m hoping it won’t be too much of a problem for you to clear my schedule.”
While Peter makes plans with Carmen, Sheri lies on her back inside her pretty nest, squirming against the little rubber cock Peter’s filled her asshole with, tensing around it and enjoying the sensation of tender fullness. The other toy is thumping away, thrusting pleasantly into her pussy. The toys feel wonderful, but it’s not enough. She needs a real cock, hot and thick, pumping into her. She needs the feel of an Alpha’s touch – Peter’s touch – to soothe the burning underneath her skin. She needs to be fucked, used, claimed, and she needs Peter to fill her with rivers of his come and then keep it inside her with the deep ache of a massive knot stuffing and stretching her passage.
Some Omegas are very sensitive to oral stimulation. It’s considered an extremely desirable quality, and Sheri is more sensitive than most. It’s as pleasurable to her to have something put in her mouth as it is to have it put into her pussy or ass. She wishes Peter had given her something to suck, something to fill her mouth and work with her tongue. What she really needs is her mouth full of Peter’s cock, too long and thick to breathe properly around, choking her and bringing hot tears to her eyes. It feels like he’s been gone forever, and her need is building up again.
She reaches an arm out and feels around until she finds her biggest toy, a fat, rubbery cock that she shoves into her mouth. She groans around it, frantically tonguing it while she reaches down to hold the little vibrating head of the thumper to her clit. It’s not what she needs, but it feels so damn good, sending warm tremors through her pelvis until the wave begins to roll outward from somewhere deep inside. She pushes up with both feet, pumping her hips and fucking the toys until she’s overcome with a thundering orgasm.
Peter closes his eyes and presses a hand to his aching cock as he hears the unmistakable sound of Sheri in her nest, tormenting him with her rhythmic shouts as she comes for the second time. He doesn’t know whether it’s loud enough for the phone to pick up. He does know that Carmen won’t comment even if it is. They’re almost done making arrangements, anyway, and the call ends soon afterward.
Peter hurriedly takes his clothes off, laying his trousers over the back of an upholstered chair in the living room and hanging his shirt over the back of a kitchen chair. Naked, he picks up the food he pulled together while he was talking to Carmen. He couldn’t find anything else to put it in, so he just filled a large bowl he found in a cupboard.
He re-enters the nest room to see Sheri lying in the dim light, spread wide and debauched, with a toy in her anus while another pumps into her slick-drenched cunt. There’s another lying next to her head. She must have sought it out, he realizes, needing something to suck on. Holy hell.
Her eyes are closed and she’s quiet for the moment. Peter wants to burn the depraved sight into his brain, so he can bring up this memory every time he gets himself off for the rest of his life.
“Oh, Sheri, if you could see how you look right this minute… You’re absolutely gorgeous, honey.”
Again, Peter can see her body reacting to his praise.
He sets the bowl down on the floor just outside the nest. Then he slides under the canopy and stretches out next to her, propping his head on one hand and running the other down her body. She shivers and opens her eyes with a small grin.
“Are you okay, sweetheart? I didn’t leave you for too long?” he asks.
She smiles, feeling the sweet endearment like a caress. “I missed you. But the toys helped. It’s not so bad now. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” he grins, stroking back up her body to her breast. His aching dick twitches against his abdomen as her nipple hardens under his fingertips. “And everything’s all set. I’ll be here with you for as long as you want me to be, making sure you have everything you need.”
Sheri sighs his name, closing her eyes and smiling wider.
“You ready for me to take the toys out now?”
“Mmmmmm. Want you.”
“Oh, baby, I want you too, believe me,” he chuckles as he gently slides the toys from her, setting them to the side of the nest.
Again, the affectionate name sends a deeply pleasant warmth through Sheri. “Good. Then knot me.”
“I’m going to give you my knot, I promise. But first, you need to eat something and drink some water.”
Sheri groans unhappily. “Knot first. Food after.”
“Now, what kind of Alpha would I be if I didn’t make sure you eat and drink, hmmmm? I know you haven’t eaten since lunch. C’mon. Sit up. I brought fruit and cheese.”
“Can’t you feed me while I’m on your knot? That could be fun.”
Peter gives her look so carnal that Sheri feels a little orgasmic aftershock. “Honey, by the time you’re on my knot, you’re going to be wrecked. I plan to pleasure you until you’re so exhausted you fall asleep while I’m still locked inside you.”
“Oh,” she shivers and her scent goes bright with renewed arousal. “Okay. I’ll be good.”
“I know you will,” he rumbles.
She blinks up at him, temporarily stunned by the intoxicating combination of praise and his rumble. It takes a moment for her to be to form words again. When she can, she asks in a small, breathy voice, “Peter? If I’m good and eat for you, will you please let me suck you later?”
“Oh, honey, of course I will,” he answers, pleased that she wants to, and enjoying her sweet show of Omega deference. “Whatever you want. As many times as you want. This is all about you. I’m here for you.”
“How come you’re being so nice to me? You don’t pay that much attention to me at work.”
“Well, I’m sure that’s what it seems like,” he tells her, feeding her a small cube of cheese. She makes sure to catch the tips of his fingers with her lips. “It’s not necessarily true, though.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“It means I pay quite a bit of attention to you, Detective. Too much. I try not to, but you’re hard to ignore.”
“You purposely ignore me at work? But why?”
He feeds her a strawberry next, holding it for her to take a wet, juicy bite. “For the same reason I’m being nice to you now. Because if my reaction to you is any indication, we’re very compatible.”
“Really?”
“Sheri, you smell like fucking heaven. I get hard whenever we’re in the same room.”
She smiles brightly until he lifts another cube of cheese to her mouth. Then she opens to him and he feeds it to her, this time touching a fingertip to her tongue and letting her lick it before pulling back.
For a few moments, they sit together while Peter feeds small bites of fruit and cheese to Sheri, taking some for himself in between. They share a bottle of water. By the time they’ve nearly eaten everything in the bowl, Sheri is sucking on Peter’s fingers, swirling her tongue around them with her eyes closed and whining with every bite he feeds her. He’s wrapped a hand around his cock, needing to take just a bit of the unbearable pressure off as he watches her.
It’s obvious that Sheri is one of those Omegas blessed with the ability to get sexual gratification from having something put into her mouth. She’s entirely unconscious of what she’s doing as she focuses on the pleasure of Peter’s fingers between her lips, against her tongue, filling her with the sensual pleasure of licking and sucking at them. The wet, lascivious sounds and moans she’s making are just as obscene as the way she’s grinding herself against a pillow. He shudders. He’d known he wanted this woman, this Omega, badly. He’d never have been able to control himself at work if he’d known this.
Peter puts the bowl back down on the floor and gives up the last shred of his control. He feels the rutting instinct roll over him, pulling a deep rumble from low in his chest. With all the Alpha command he possesses, he orders, “Present.”