Micah

Alistair was– tender with me. I could tell it took all of his strength, his integrity, and sanity to hold back from pouncing on me. My mind laser-focused on the alpha in the driver's seat. Speeding to wherever he lived.

My sanity was like a sheet to the wind, and I no longer had control over my actions, words, or thoughts. I just wanted him. I wanted him buried deep inside of me. I wanted him to ravish me like one of those amazing novels I used to read. Alistair ground his teeth, and his jaw ticked. I could tell it was taking everything in him to focus on the road ahead of him.

I reached my hand out to grab his right hand, which was gripping tightly onto the steering wheel. When I tried to rub it down my torso to where my cock was, he quickly yanked his hand back and remained focused on the road in front of him. I let out a whine of need and tried to reach my hand back out to grab onto him.

“Micah, stop. I’m almost there, and you can do whatever you want to yourself there.” Alistair replied, grabbing my hand and putting it on my lap. He quickly snapped his hand back to the steering wheel.

“Please?” I whined, pouting like a five-year-old child that just got told they couldn’t have ice cream for dinner.

“No.” He sighed.

A few moments later, he pulled into the garage of a high-rise apartment complex. I tried to keep the look of amazement off of my face. He parked in a designated spot, turned the car off, and got out of the car. I remained planted inside the vehicle until he got to my side of the car and opened the door, holding his hand out for me to grab onto.

I bit down on my bottom lip, desperately wanting his large, alpha hand to do wicked things to my body. I grabbed his hand, and when I tried to bring him back into the car, he didn’t let me. His hand was firm, in place, and unmoving.

I could tell that he wanted so badly to give into his nature. But he didn’t. I got out of the car, and I handed my bag full of my things. He slung the bag around his large, broad shoulder, and he led me to the elevators. He pulled out a key card and scanned it on the keypad. The elevator dinged, and the empty elevator opened.

He dragged me onto the large elevator and pressed the button to the top floor of the building. I was almost salivating over the man, ready to jump him, but he backed himself into the corner, so I couldn’t take him by surprise.

“You can stay in my room.” He gruffly said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll make sure either a beta or an omega comes to drop off food for you. I see you at least brought the heat-sating kit in, so that’s one last thing I’ll need to worry about for the time being. Please don’t answer the door for anyone. The only people I have come to my place already have a key.” I didn’t quite catch on to everything he said, but I nodded to appease him.

The elevator dinged, indicating to us that we had arrived. The doors opened, revealing another door, and Alistair swiped the card he had used to get onto the elevator on the keypad on the door clicked, and he opened it. He flipped on the light to the hall.

The apartment was large. It was more like a house in size but more of a museum with the way it looked. Everything was pristine, almost like no one actually lived there. More like it was for show and nothing more. The walls were bare, and there were a few photos sprinkled around the apartment that I caught a glimpse of before arriving at Alistair's room.

“There are extra sheets in the linen closet in the bathroom if you need to change them at all.” He opened the door to a large room with vaulted ceilings like the rest of the apartment, well, it was obvious it was the penthouse, but I couldn’t quite wrap my head around that at the moment. In the center of the room was a large bed, larger than a king-size bed. It was probably a custom bed for all I knew. There was a fireplace adjacent to the bed with a large TV that was mounted to the wall above it. There was a sitting area overlooking the city.

The room would be cozier if there were other items in the space to make it homely. I needed to remind myself that I was only here for a few days to ride my heat out, then I would be back to reality. My reality.

“I’ll make sure to let Xari and Sherry know you’ll be out for a few days. Remember.” He grabbed my face to look at him. He could tell I wasn’t paying much attention to what he was saying, but more that I was looking around his place of living with wonder. My breath caught, and his musk made me want to melt into a puddle at his feet. “Do not open that front door for anyone.”

I furrowed my brows but nodded.

Why did he care so much about who came into his home? He obviously didn’t care about me, a poor omega who didn’t have much money to my own name, being inside his apartment.

“Good, little mouse.” He hummed, letting go of my chin. “There’s enough food for you for the next night. Write down a list of things you would like and put it on the counter in the kitchen, and I’ll make sure they get them for you. Now, let me leave before I’m not able to control myself anymore.” He crossed the room and sat my bag down on the chair facing the city.

Courage built up in my chest. When he went to pass me, I grabbed his bicep, trying to force him to look me in the eye. His once yellow eyes were now almost black. Meaning his alpha wanted my omega just as much as I did.

“No, Micah,” He grabbed my hand and pulled it off him, and tried to walk out the door. I hurried in front of him, and reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, and planted my lips on his. I could feel him tense under my hold, but after a few seconds, he gave in to himself. He wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled me flush to him. I could tell that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

His hard cock rubbed against my naval, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting him. Alistair picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pushed me up against the wall right next to the door. He pulled his lips from mine and buried his face into my neck, breathing in my pheromones. I could feel his tongue poke out and lick my jugular, almost like a predator.

I whined in pleasure and threw my head back against the wall. I laced my fingers in his hair, gently tugging on the black locks. I wiggled my hips on his hard cock, angry that there was clothing in the way of me getting what I really wanted.

“Please fuck me, Alpha.” I let out a shaky breath. I could tell that slick was seeping through my pants, I could’ve cared less at the moment, but future me would probably get pissed because I would have to wash these pants two times to get the scent out of them.

“Fuck.” Alistair growled. His chest heaved for a second, and he carried me over to the bed. Throwing me down onto the large bad. The alpha gripped his hands to his side, and he took a step away from the bed. I could tell he was fighting with himself. But the more he backed away, the more I realized I wasn’t going to get what I desperately wanted. I wanted– No, I craved– an Alpha. Alistair was the perfect candidate too.

“Please?” I whined, pleading to the alpha with my eyes. Tears welled up in my eyes. I could tell that he wasn’t going to give in, no matter how much I begged and pleaded with him.

“Call me when your heat is over.” He shook his head, quickly turning to leave the room. This time I couldn’t catch him like I wanted. His bed slowed me down more than I would like to admit.

“Please, Alistair, please?” I pleaded. But my words fell on deaf ears, and I heard the front door to the Penthouse slam shut. I let out a pitiful sob, and I curled up in the comfortable bed that reeked of an alpha I so desperately wanted.

Hoping that my heat would be fast and easy.