Saving Isadore [MxM] (An Alpha's Fight Book 1)

Chapter 25

AARON ¤ POV 

One moment I was wrapped around Isadore like a vine, rutting against him in a desperate effort to relieve the painful surges of heat running up and down my feverish body. Next, we were keeling over to the side as Isadore lost his balance. I managed to untangle myself before we hit the ground hard, cradling his head to avoid harsh impact with my carpeted bedroom floor. 

Confused and dazed, I scrambled over him where he lay with his eyes closed. Was he having a seizure? Did I hurt him? Fuck, what was I doing? But Isadore looked peaceful, as though he had simply fallen into a deep sleep standing up. He’d passed out. I was torn between laughing hysterically at the obsurdity of the situation, and bawling my eyes out because I wanted to fuck him and I couldn’t while he was unconscious. 

Groaning irritably and squirming as I backed away, I quickly tugged a blanket over him and then positioned myself on the floor behind the other side of the bed. That way, I wouldn’t have to look at his handsome face… or his delicious body… or smell his intoxicating scent. I moaned, curling up with one hand down my boxer shorts between my legs. The heat was unbearable. 

I told myself I’d give him five minutes to wake up and then I’d splash him with water and get him to fuck me. Yeah… five minutes.  I could wait five minutes. I had self control and I was not a creep. I wouldn’t do anything rapey while he was unconscious no matter how desperately I wanted to pull his pants down and suck him a little… maybe even ride him…. 

No! 

I clenched my eyes shut, shivering uncontrollably on the floor. The need to touch myself, to have him touch me, to reach orgasm and to have my alpha’s seed root itself inside me was so overwhelming that I couldn’t breathe. Maybe my dad was right and this was a bad idea. Isadore wasn’t ready and I couldn’t force him to do this no matter how tortured I felt. He wasn’t just some random alpha. I cared about him and I couldn’t hurt him. Not like this - I’d never forgive myself. 

But.. But I made our den so cosy and pretty just for us. I had all his letters and poems nearby and I made a blanket out of the hoodies he’d let me wear and keep during the evenings of our dates when I was cold, as well as the books he'd let me borrow. I’d made a circle of comfy pillows and my precious keepsakes, and the centre was perfect enough for us to make love in the middle. It smelt like both of us and I thought it was perfect. 

What if he didn’t approve of my den? What if he didn’t want to make love to me? What if he never woke up and was passed out forever? I was sobbing into my knees from the whirlwind of emotions that bombarded me all at once. My hormones were going haywire and my heart felt like it was breaking… my lower body was so hot and swollen and aching that it would probably fall off. I wailed harder before shoving a hand over my mouth to muffle the sounds. The last thing I wanted was to alert my overprotective dad that something was wrong. 

“A-Aaron?” 

I looked up, sniffling pathetically, only to find Isadore peering over me, looking embarrassed and concerned. His hair had unraveled from the fall, making him look like a dark prince. But an uncertain prince all the same as he slowly approached like I was a wild animal and he was a mere spectator. I tried to glare up at him but more tears only sprung to my eyes. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he whispered, kneeling beside me. “I think I passed out because I was shocked. I’ve never… I’ve never even had sex before Aaron. I don’t know how to help you.” The forlorn look he gave me twisted my heart and tugged at the sympathetic, nurturing omega deep down who wanted to protect and shield him. But I was also disappointed because that same nurturing omega needed him to sexually dominate me through my heat.