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Andy knew something was off the moment that he stepped into the house. Your scent filled his nose, stronger, more intense, than usual. He heard your whimpers next. You were in the bedroom upstairs, whining, and he knew you needed him.
He took the stairs two at a time. He didn't know how you long you'd been in heat, but he did know you needed him. And he'd be damn well sure that he took care of you. It was his job, his duty, after all.
You were nestled in the center of the bed, where you'd built you nest. You were surrounded by pillows and blankets and Andy's t-shirts, rocking against a pillow tucked between your legs, your finger furiously circling over your clit.
"Oh, baby," Andy cooed. "You should've called me. Would've been here immediately."
You opened your eyes, your pupils blown, as you realized your alpha was with you. "Alpha, please, need you."
"I'm here, 'mega, don't worry," he said, pulling his shirt over his head before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. "I'm gonna take good care of you."
