I snuggled deep into Wyatt, basking in his scent, awed by his—his everything. He was kind, caring, and didn’t make this heat all about him. Shit, he cooked me quesadillas my favorite way, even though I knew he preferred them grilled and actually quesadilla-like. How did I get so lucky?

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He turned the television down, probably expecting something much more than I was going to be able to give him by way of explanation, especially now that my heat was starting to crest again. I was surprised it stayed at bay this long, especially since all we had done was take care of ourselves, even if it was the hottest fucking thing ever. Those suppressants must’ve done more damage than I knew last heat.

“For being you. Taking care of me for me, and not, you know…” My voice waned. We both knew where I was going with it, so no use getting wordy. Not when I was only minutes away from incoherency.

“No need for thanks. I want to be here. With you. In whatever way you need.” He grasped my hand as he spoke. He was aroused, his cock didn’t lie, but his words weren’t about that. He meant them, or at least he thought he did. No, he did. I needed to stop putting my old alpha between us. Wyatt was nothing like him. Nothing.

“It’s starting to get bad,” I confessed, my eyes closed. It was nothing to be embarrassed about. All omegas had heats, but for some reason talking about it had me blushing.

“I know.” Wyatt trailed his fingers up and down my abs. “Sweetie, I can smell it coming off you in waves.” I hissed as his fingers made their way back up, this time even going further until he tweaked my nipples. God, that felt amazing. “I want to help. What do you want? What do you need?”

What a loaded question. What did I need? I needed his knot. I needed to come. I needed him to love me, the way I was quickly realizing I loved him. I needed to be everything to him, even if I was broken. There was so much I needed, but he didn’t want to know all of that. He wanted to know how to get me through my heat.

“I need to come,” I panted as his hand trailed back down, lower than it had before. It was all I could do to not thrust my cock into his hand. “I need your knot.”

“I read up on this and from what I read…” He grabbed my aching cock, stroking it slowly, my mind not even registering his words. “I need to make sure you’re good…and…ready.”

“What are you doing?” I asked as he scootched down the bed. Holy shit, he was going to use his mouth on me. My cock miraculously got even harder. I could pound freaking nails with it.

“Are you saying my internet research is wrong?” He looked up as he climbed between my legs, his breath hitting my entrance.

“But your….your…your…” Words. Words were not forming, the heat in his eyes stealing every last brain cell I had. He had never looked hotter or sounded as needy as he did at that moment.

“About to make you come in my mouth as I ready your body for my knot.”

“If you keep talking like that, it won’t take long.” Truth be told, I wasn’t sure how I hadn’t come already.

“Gotcha.” His tongue swept across his lips before swirling around the head of my cock, licking the precum with a hum. “No more talking. Straight to the sucking.”

“That’s not what I—” Before the sentence came out, he all but swallowed me whole. “Ahh, yes that. Do that,” I begged as he worked me with his mouth. I was coming before his first finger even made its way inside my needy hole. Holy crap. I thought Wyatt’s gift was saving animals. I was wrong. It was giving head. I had never come that quickly, not even during heat.

“More,” I pleaded as he removed his finger. I didn’t want this to be over. It couldn’t be over. Not yet.

“You look so mesmerizing when you come,” he praised me as he slowly moved his finger in and out, in and out. It was official. He was going to kill me. “It was all I could do not to come myself and that would be bad.”

“Bad how?” Coming was so good. I needed to come. Again. Now. His words made no sense.

“Unlike you, I am not in heat and if I come too soon…”

Not in heat. I needed to keep my brain. Of course it was different for him. I’d never had anyone with me during my heat who was in it for more than just himself. Well, himself and the baby he was trying to make. I owed it to Wyatt to remember that, even when the heat got bad. He deserved it. He deserved everything.

“I’ll have to wait to knot you and I want that more than anything right now.”

“Me too.” My erection was already returning. Even with heat, that was fast reaction time. I blamed the sexy man between my legs. “Knot me. Please.”

“In due time. I need to get you ready first.” He added a second finger. I whimpered in a mixture of relief and longing. “I’m ready.” I arched myself into his hand. “So ready.”

“I think you almost are,” he agreed as he added a third finger, his movements becoming quicker showing his need. “I want to watch you come our first time.”

“Yes,” I panted as he climbed up, his cock aligning with, but not yet breaching, my hole. He leaned in close and I was sure he was going to kiss me, but instead he brought his lips close to my ear. “You have no idea how long I have dreamed about this.” His lips found mine just as he began to enter me.