At First Blush

Chapter 3

Julian froze as the elevator music was suddenly replaced by yelling, his gut clenching in fear. He fell back a step in shock as the receptionist darted out, eyes widening in alarm. As she raced out of sight, Julian decided that whatever the emergency was, it was not violent or dangerous, not if the receptionist was running in without a second thought. He peeked out of the elevator, towards the sounds.

Ten doors down, an Alpha wearing jeans opened at the front with his huge cock sticking out was surrounded by three Betas and the receptionist. The Alpha looked close to tears, and as he got nearer, Julian could make out words.

"I don't know what happened, Greg! One second it was going great, the next the kid's fucking convulsing! Is there a doctor, get the fucking doctor!"

The Alpha's voice was strong and firm, despite being laced with fear. He stabbed a finger at the Beta trying to calm him. "I don't fucking care about liability. You know I'm a God damn professional. I have a kid in there in agony and I don't know-"

He was cut off by a scream of pain that made Julian's hair stand on end. He rushed forward, pushing past everyone, ignoring the hands grabbing at him. He stood in the doorway, looking into the room. It was a very nice room, state of the art hotel room. And in the center of it was a kid, no more than twenty, thrashing and screaming, his entire body drenched in sweat. He was scratching at his skin and clothes, bloody scratches revealing just how deeply he dug his fingers into his skin.

Julian paled, and he whirled around to the Alpha. Who still had his cock out, damn it. "What information did he provide?" He snapped.

The Alpha glared at him. "Are you a doctor?" He asked suspiciously.

Julian thought about his PhD in English Literature. "Yes," he said firmly.

The Alpha ran his fingers through his head. "He didn't fill out what he was. He just said he was curious and wanted to see what happened if I fucked him up the ass."

Julian fought the urge to glance at the thick cock the guy had just hanging out. Even flaccid it was a God damn beauty. "He's an Omega, and this is his first Heat. I need all the blankets you can find and you need to seal this corridor off. We can't move him. He needs to work through this until it breaks."

"But, we have a suite..." the receptionist started, cut off by a howl that made bile surge in Julian's throat. He looked over his shoulder, then stepped back into the room.

"No. Trust me. I'll take care of him. Just get me an emergency Omega supply kit. Don't send any Alphas. He can't handle it right now."

The others nodded, and Julian closed the door and locked it, dead bolting it for good measure. He then grabbed one of the dozens of throw pillows on the bed and shoved them at the crack under the door. Then he turned and saw that the boy had his eyes open. They were a beautiful blue, and the agony and fear in his gaze shot straight to Julian's heart. He crossed the room, pulling at his tie, tossing it across the room as he unbuttoned his shirt. He shed it as he sank to the ground next to the boy.

"Hey baby, I know this is scary. I need to touch you. It won't feel good, and I'm sorry about that. You're in a kind of limbo between Heat and not Heat, which fucking sucks. I can help you." He spoke gently, reaching out, palm up, to show the boy he meant no harm.

The boy rasped a breath, his whole body vibrating in pain. "Hurts," he gasped.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Let me help." Julian murmured.

The boy closed his eyes, then opened them, nodding.

Julian closed the distance, stroking the boy's sweat slicked hair. He kept the caress light and sweet and watched as the boy slowly unclenched his body. "There you go, just relax for me, there you go. I'm going to get you out of these clothes, okay?"