ALPHA

Heat

Clint carries me up to the top floor and waits for Natasha to unlock one of the doors.

"It hurts," I whimper, "Clint, it hurts."

"I know, I know," he tried to sooth me, "it's gonna be okay."

Natasha opens the door and we quickly go in.

The room is full of pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and large cushions. The brightly colored animals sit in a large pile in the middle of all the cushions.

Clint sets me down in the pile and I immediately start shifting and curling, creating a small nest, trying to make myself comfortable.

"You're gonna be okay," he pulls the blankets over me before he leaves the room, locking the door from the inside.

All omega houses have a few heat rooms with a door that locks from the inside making the Omega within the only one that can open it when they so choose.

I whimper loudly, curling into myself.

I want it to stop.
I need it to stop.

My breathing is uneven and becomes worse when I can start to smell his scent.

I hear a knock against glass and quickly look at the window.

There he is, concern written on his face.

I groan and squeeze my eyes closed as my heat flares again.

"Ghost."

I look to the window again.

His hand is pressed to the glass, his eyes pleading.

I crawl to the window and look at him, trying to ignore the pain. I stare at his hand for a moment before pressing mine against the glass as well.

"I'm not going to make you have my pups," he says lowly, trying to hide his shaking voice, "not if you don't want to. But," he looks to our hands then back to my face, "your heat is going to get worse. I'll be here, if you decide you want me. I'll make it go away. I'll take care of you."

Bucky's POV
I look at her through the glass as her body shakes and writhes in pain.

It's been three days.
Three long, excruciating days for her.

Every day I come here, watching over her, waiting for her heat to stop.

She lays in nothing but a tee shirt and a pair of underwear, wanting to be as comfortable as possible.

"Ghost," I say as I sit on the sill again.

She looks my way and crawls over, leaning against the other side of the glass.

While she might not want to be claimed, being around me during her heat helps to calm her. The only downside is that her heat spikes.

"Any better?" I ask.

She shakes her head.

"Still hurts like a bitch," she lets out a dry chuckle, followed quickly by a whimper.

I get a small idea. It won't stop her heat, but it may help a bit.

"If you want, maybe I can make it a bit better," I look at her pained face.

"What?" She narrows her eyes at me.

"You would have to let me in."

"You're not claiming me," she growls.

"I know, I was going to do something else."

She stares at me for a moment before she whispers again.

I watch as her hand shakily reaches for the latch on the window. Her scent hits me like a bus as she cracks it open.
Something smoky mixed with something floral. I can't quite tell what it is yet.

"You try claiming me, and I'll rip your throat out," her voice is weak, but the threat is real.

She pushes the window open once I nod in understanding, and backs away from the window, allowing me room to climb in.

I move slowly, not wanting to scare her. I sit on the cushions of the room, and beckon her over.

She crawls over cautiously.

"Turn around," I whisper.

She eyes me again but turns around and I carefully run my hands along the burning skin of her arms. She shutters at my touch, letting out a shaky breath.

"Come're," I carefully pull her to lay back against my chest and wrap my arms around her. She's ridged at first but slowly relaxes as I softly caress her skin.

I bury my face in her neck, taking in her scent fully.

Woodsmoke and roses.

I smile against her skin and her aura changes from worry to calm.

"Is it any better?"

"Yeah," she nods, "it doesn't hurt as much."

"Good," I kiss her neck and she shutters again.

She tilts her head back, resting it on my shoulder, giving me more access to her neck.

I run my lips along the exposed skin until I get to her collar. I want to take it off, replace it with mine, but I know I can't, not yet.

I trail my hand down her body, stopping just at the waistband of her underwear. To my surprise she doesn't scold me, or push me away; she bucks her hips, urging me on.

I can smell the arousal on her as my fingers dip below the fabric and find her clit. She whimpers as I roll my finger over it.

"I won't go any farther if you don't want me to," I say cautiously, not wanting to overstep.

She just whimpers again, bucking her hips.

"You want more?" I whisper into her ear.

"Please," she whimpers.

I glide one of my fingers over her entrance, feeling her slick before dipping my middle finger in, earning a soft moan.

God, now that's a sound that would make any alpha fall to their knees; the sound of their Omega's pleasure.

I slowly withdrawal my finger then push back in, gaging her reaction as I do so. She bucks her hips again, silently pleading for more. I happily oblige.

I add a second finger and move them faster as I rub her clit with my thumb.

Her small whimpers and moans are driving me crazy. All I want is to be buried inside of her, turning those soft noises into screams of pleasure.

I can feel her tightening around my finger as her legs begin to shake.

"That's it," I coo in her ear, "let go. Cum on my fingers."

Another moan leaves her, this one a bit louder than the others, as she releases on my hand.

I slow my movements, letting her ride out her high, before pulling my fingers out.

Her head is still laid back on my shoulder, eyes closed as she pants. I look at the mess on my finger before licking them clean, groaning quietly at the taste.

Note to self: eat her out before claiming her.

"Feel a bit better?" I ask after a few moments.

She just nods, still not opening her eyes as her breathing evens out.

Before long, she's fallen asleep, still laying back on me.