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Detective John Kennex awoke with a start, jolted out of a deep sleep by the same nightmare that had haunted him every night since he had come out of his coma; the monumentally fucked up events surrounding the day he had lost his partner and best friend Martin, and not to mention his goddamn leg.
The unresolved nature of the attack kept stabbing at him, and combined with the almost overwhelming guilt over Martin’s death, had resulted in more sleepless nights than John cared to even count. Snapping awake in the dark, hours before his shift was to start, with a pounding heart and sweat slicking his skin was by this point, a nightly occurrence.
But tonight, something was different- the skin under the coating of perspiration was too heated, the sheets surrounding his body too damp.
John groaned, turning onto his side, and curling in on himself. He had been so caught up in the Silas Homicide Case at work that he had completely forgotten his approaching heat cycle, had not even prepared with suppressants. And now it was too late, nothing would dampen the effects of the heat that was already beginning to scorch through him, nothing but the thick knot of an Alpha.
John moaned, nesting into the sheets and blankets around him, the fabric scraping roughly across his heated, over-sensitized skin, his suddenly achingly erect cock straining against his boxers. Without the suppressant to soften the blow, John knew this would be the first full-out heat he’d experience since his differentiation as an Omega at the late-blooming age of eighteen. He’d always been so careful, always taking his suppressants with enough time for them to kick in and squelch the pheromones and hormones before they had a chance to numb his brain and reduce him to a mewling, shameless, wanting mess.
He had always seen himself as strong, willful, even with the tractable title of Omega. Never one to beg or plead, John only ever relied on himself, stubbornly denying the submissive nature of the Omega dynamic.
But now, with the strongest heat he had experienced in years searing his skin, burning all coherent thought from his mind, enveloping his body in a relentless arousal, John wanted nothing more than to offer himself fully to an Alpha- to be taken in any and every fucking way possible. He felt like he’d die with the ferocity of need arcing through him, threatening to consume him with its fire, leaving nothing but ash if he wasn’t fucked into and soon.
A hot rush of arousal flushed through him, leaving him shivering and wanting, a thick trail of moisture beginning to run down his inner thigh, and he groaned again, pushing his hips against the mattress beneath him, trying desperately to find relief for his throbbing cock.
John tried to bury himself deeper into his nest, only trying to find some kind of release, when he suddenly felt a firm hand on his shoulder, the touch burning into his skin even under the sheets. His whole body stiffened and he whipped his head up, staring straight into the unnervingly calm face of his DRN Dorian. The faintest hint of concern played across his features as he stood looking down at John.
John tried flinching away from Dorian’s hand, but his body simply would not comply, wanting only to feel more of the touch, feel it on his bare skin without the barrier of the sheets between them. His cock twitched eagerly at the thought and a fresh trail of wet slicked down his thigh.
Dorian shifted his hand slightly, an intricate pattern of blue flashing down the side of his face, and John whimpered helplessly, feeling the heat abate somewhat for a moment, then quickly crash back over him again, hotter than ever, knocking the breath from his chest.
“Dorian, what the fuck are you doing here?” John gasped out harshly, suddenly angry and ashamed at being seen in such a vulnerable state.
Dorian pulled his hand back slowly and John immediately turned his face into the mattress, whining at the loss of contact.
“You’re in heat,” Dorian said, stating the fact like John had no fucking clue as to why he was suddenly so desperate to be spread open and bred into by the next cock that happened to pass by.
“No shit.”
He heard Dorian heave a heavy sigh, though he knew the bastard didn’t even need to breath air, then felt the mattress shift as he sat down on the bed beside John bundled under the bedding.
“John, you need to stay hydrated.”
He peeked out from the covers, seeing Dorian holding out a glass of water, and forced back the whimper building in his throat at how closely Dorian was sitting beside him, grasping onto the last bit of his self-control that kept him from pushing his hips forward to hump up against Dorian’s thigh.
He instead pushed himself to a sitting position, gasping at the sudden blast of cool air that hit his heated skin as the sheets fell away and pooled around his waist. Dorian passed the glass over to him and he grasped it in a trembling hand. His cock, still achingly erect, spasmed when Dorian’s fingers brushed his as he helped to bring the cup to John’s mouth.
The cold water that hit his lips was like the finest wine, crisp and pure and absolutely necessary, and he chugged it down greedily, dribbling a bit on his chin in his haste.
Dorian smiled, not unkindly, and brought a hand up, wiping the moisture from John’s bottom lip with his thumb. The contact sent a heated shock of desire straight to John’s engorged dick, coiling the arousal in his gut even tighter.
“What’re you doing?” he whispered hoarsely, his lust fogged brain shouting that it didn’t matter, just take it, take whatever he’ll offer you!
Those electric blue lines flashed down Dorian’s face again. “Helping you.”
Apprehension mixed fluidly with the desire thrumming through his veins. “There’s not a damn thing you can do, Dor-” John’s words were cut off by a fresh wave of heat that seared through him violently. He cried out and lay back down on his side, curling in on himself to try and relive the building pressure in his cock. Tears began to well in his eyes.
He felt Dorian shift beside him, quiet for a moment before speaking, “My creator endowed me with the anatomical features capable of catering to both Alpha and Omega dynamics. Please John, I hate to see you like this.”
John huffed out an incredulous and bitter laugh. “Like what? Weak?” Need shook his voice.
“No, John. I hate to see you suffer, when I can so easily give you what you are craving.”
John groaned into the mattress, squeezing his eyes shut, the wetness between his thighs beginning to drip down onto the bedding. Another wave of heat crested over him and he nodded brusquely. “Okay, okay. Yes. Please.” The words tumbled out of him, pride forgotten, needing only to submit before he died from the intense yearning clenching at him.
The cloying and musky scent of Alpha suddenly filled the room, intermingling with his own scent. He knew Dorian was putting out the pheromone somehow, and even though he knew it must be artificial, he couldn’t be bothered to care. There was an enticingly soothing quality to it- the promise of being well bred and sated.
There was a gentle rustling sound and John suddenly felt the blankets being pulled off of him. He looked up slowly, his eyes following the lean line of Dorian’s bare body, centering his gaze on his blue-gray eyes, so much like the sky over a stormy sea, before dropping back down to his cock, thick and heavy between his legs, already hard. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight and quickly shimmied out of his boxer shorts and sleep shirt, automatically starting to turn onto his stomach to be able to offer himself.
Dorian’s hand on his naked hip stilled him immediately. He moved his head to look up at him. “Please, Dorian.”
Dorian’s gaze flicked down to John’s amputated leg, that stark reminder of the day he almost lost his life, and on most days wish he had. “That is not a position that will be comfortable for you, John.”
Christ, did he have to keep saying his name like that? A shimmer of heat wracked through him and he shuddered. “Do what you have to do, but please just fuck me,” John growled impatiently.
Dorian grasped John’s shoulder firmly, flipping him onto his back roughly, and pinning his wrists above his head, a rebuke for directing such an impertinent noise at his Alpha.
John immediately yielded, stilling and baring his neck in submission. Heat flushed his body and he lay motionless, panting to catch his breath.
Dorian, seemingly pleased with his unspoken apology, released his wrists and quickly settled between John’s thighs, his eyes raking over the glistening moisture coating John’s legs. John could swear he saw a glimmer of arousal in Dorian’s eyes as the DRN moved forward to press a soft kiss to John’s lips. It was a gentle thing, too tender for the relentless desire screaming through his veins. He quickly brought his hands up to the back of Dorian’s head, holding him close, assaulting his mouth roughly, feeling the slick glide of Dorian’s tongue against his. John moaned wantonly and heard Dorian echo the sound. And while John couldn’t be sure that Dorian was ever really created for this type of pleasure, he knew that if he didn’t take all that Dorian was offering he would surely burn up from the inside out.
Dorian pulled back from his mouth and John couldn’t help the whine that sighed out from his lips, until he saw that Dorian was positioning the head of his cock against his soaked entrance. He pushed in without preamble, seating himself fully inside John, filling him in the most perfect way. John cried out with the ecstasy of it, bringing his hands up to grip at Dorian’s shoulders as some of the heat finally began to abate.
And then Dorian began to move- a slow slide out followed by a gracefully rough thrust back in, the motions sending unending shockwaves through all of John’s nerve endings. They quickly fell into a matching rhythm, and soon, the pounding pushes and pulls that Dorian extracted shredded whatever coherent thought John was capable of and all he could do was moan against the onslaught.
John angled his hips higher, needing to feel Dorian deeper, and felt Dorian’s cock glance over a bundle of nerves inside of him, the movement sending electric bolts of pleasure zinging straight to his dick. His head fell back and he gritted his teeth against the almost overwhelming sensation.
He heard Dorian groan above him, felt how his thrusts suddenly became erratic, before he pushed in roughly one last time, stilling, and crying out John’s name in a broken stutter as his cock immediately began to swell inside him, knotting him. Dorian pushed forward once more weakly, hitting John’s prostate again with enough force to send him spiraling over the edge. He shouted hoarsely as his release was ripped from him, coating his stomach and chest in thick spurts, and he clenching down tightly around Dorian’s cock.
John wrenched his head up, locking his eyes on Dorian’s, seeing the pure bliss there as his Alpha’s seed began pouring into him, filling him, warm and wet and perfect.
Dorian looked down at him, those electric blue lines tracing rapidly up and down his face, thrumming just as quickly as John’s heart was beating. John pulled in great gasping breaths just as Dorian moved forward to capture his lips in a deep kiss. Dorian’s still-swollen knot tugged inside of him, sending a tremor of pleasure wracking through him.
Dorian settled on top of him, giving John a moment to catch his breath, his eyes ghosting over John’s face.
“How long will it last?” John asked huskily, glancing down at their joined bodies, still feeling Dorian’s knot stretching him open, still feeling the trembling aftershocks of his orgasm shaking through him. The worst of his heat had dissipated, but he knew that with a heat this strong that it would not truly leave his body for possibly another twenty-four hours, depending on how soon Dorian’s knot subsided, depending on how soon he’d be able to work John through the next wave of heat he could already feel approaching. He groaned as he felt his cock beginning to harden again.
Dorian’s eyes never left his face. “How long would you like?” The barest hint of a smile curved at his lips.
A sweltering burn scorched across John’s skin and he smiled back, he couldn’t help it. He craned his neck up, slotting his lips across Dorian’s in a quick, thorough kiss before pulling back and rocking his hips up just enough so that his hardening cock brushed against Dorian’s stomach.
“Give me your best guess.”
The intricate pattern of electric blue lines flashed down Dorian’s face. “Do you want an exact calculation or an approximation, John?” he asked as he leaned forward to press a soul-searing kiss to John’s mouth.
John was not given a chance to reply.