On Either Side of The Ocean

Chapter 9

I carried him to my room as each step started becoming difficult.

I quickly opened the door to my room and walked to my bedroom. I deposited him on my bed and walked to my bathroom and filled a big blue plastic bowl with cool water. I brought out a new fresh towel and dipped it in the water and added two bags of ice and a half a mug of powdered menthol crystals.

I helped him take off his tattered clothes and covered his body with the most comfortable of my bathrobes. It was fluffy and soft,but it kept your body cool and fresh.

I wiped his irritated skin with the cold mixture I made. It made him calm down a little and moan at the cold feeling .

He was panting real bad now. He opened his eyes. They were clouded over with lust. He looked at me suddenly got up and straddled me. He kissed me aggressively. His scent was too much....

I clutched his soft hair with my hand and kissed him back, our tongues moving in a lustful dance.

Then I snapped out of it. Shit shit shit.
What was I doing!!? I am literally taking advantage of his weakened state. Was I any different from all those alphas there!?

I put him down from my lap and bit my lip and brought out blood. He whimpered at the loss of contact and tried to touch me again. I stopped him and ran out of the room to the bathroom and slammed the door as I tried to calm myself down.

I took a deep breath. I brought out my knife and stabbed my thigh again and again until it brought tears of pain in my eyes. My vision cleared and my breathing became regularly.

I swayed and got up. I unlocked the door.

He was lying on the bed, his body red and sweating, in the most vulnerable state I had ever seen him to be. He was curled up and sobbed in knees.

I searched through my drawers and brought the suppressant injection. I limped over to him and plunged the injection in his arm. He whimpered a little.

I sighed in relief as the heat became less intense.

I pulled a chair and sat beside my bed. I wiped his body so that he won't be uncomfortable.

I spent the entire night this way. He sometimes woke up, whimpering and it took a lot to not lose control.

Around 4 in the morning, his heat started subsiding slowly. He was fast asleep, hugging one of my hoodies to his chest.

For the first time I noticed how beautiful he was. He had a delicately craved face.His skin was smooth and pale. His eyelashes were long and beautiful. He had a cute little habit of scrunching up his nose. His lips were soft and light pink. His soft  purple hair was wavy and smooth. He had a few freckles dotting his face.

He was so beautiful.

I had never seen any omega or a demon omega this beautiful.

The most beautiful thing was that he wore his scars proudly. He wasnt delicate or frail. He was strong. His thin body almost buzzed with power.
His smelt of chocolates,white roses and new books.

But there was something about him that made him different. Different from any omega or demon omega.

Something that made him even more beautiful.

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