His Majesty (Slide Away)

30.

(A/N- Smut after the *-* . Please do not read if you do not like.)

"What do you mean you think?!" John stressed, a sudden outburst of panic surging through him. "Is he in heat or is he not?"

"Yes... He is." George nodded, and John sighed, not knowing how to react.

He had never been present during one of Paul's heats. In the months that John and Paul had been together, not once had Paul been in heat. Of course a large part of John was excited for it, what Alpha wouldn't be? But another part was panicking horribly.

What if something went wrong? It had occurred so randomly... It is not like Paul even has a schedule for it. They didn't know how long it would last, or how into it Paul was at this very moment. But most of all, John was not sure how his own body would react.

It was very common for an Alpha to fall into a rut if he could smell an Omega in heat... The Alpha would become very dominant, horny, and maybe even aggressive. John did not want to hurt Paul in any way... He wanted to satisfy him, like this was the same any normal sex that they have had.

However this wasn't just normal sex... John would finally claim Paul, mark him and cover him in his own scent. John had to get used to that, he had to calm this panic down.

Paul had never been marked before, and John had never marked any Omega either. It was a new experience for the both of them, and so they should just take it in their stride...

"I rushed over to his room as soon as he called me because he sounded... Upset? But near the end of the call, he started whimpering... I had an idea of what was going on, sir." George explained. "I arrived there and I was correct... I tried to make him as comfortable as I could, but there is only so much a Beta can do... Especially when the Omega is begging for his Alpha husband..."

"Thank you, George." John patted him on the back, taking a deep breath. "Please can you have champagne and chocolates delivered to our room in an hour?" John asked, mentally pulling himself together.

"Of course sir..." The Beta nodded.

"Oh, and can you request for no Alphas to be present in the quarters for the next week or so?" John asked.

"Yes sir..." George nodded.

"Good..." The Alpha smiled, before taking a deep breath.

"Look after him, John." George spoke, softly. "He's panicked." He was talking not as Paul's servant, but as his friend. John smiled widely at his words.

"I will, George." He spoke, honestly. "Now, if you don't mind... I have an Omega to tend to."

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Lavender. The scent that John had learnt to adore so much, getting to smell it every day. However this time, the smell was a lot stronger. He could even smell it in the drawing room, never mind just in his own room. It was so strong, he found it amazing.

He couldn't help but watch his Omega from a small two inch gap in the door for a few seconds, mouth open in awe at the sight. Paul was lay there, half of his body underneath the silk sheets, half of his body exposed to the air, covered in sweat. He was whining, rubbing his naked torso against said silk sheets. John supposed be didn't have any underwear on, as the sheets had not given him permission to see such a beautiful sight.

The whining soon turned into small pitiful sobs, and Paul slowed his movements down, clutching the sheets closer to his stomach. The Omega was in distress, and John's alpha instincts were kicking in. He couldn't leave the poor Omega like this... Helpless and alone, frustrated because he couldn't pleasure himself though this for any longer. It was so incredibly selfish for John to stand there and watch from a distance for any longer.