Polaris || l.s.

chapter 13: it just feels right

Fortunately, the first wave of his heat struck in the middle of the night, two days after he had settled in nicely in the Maliks' residence. He was pampered by Liam and entertained by Niall during the whole span of his preheat. The two days they had spent together had gone by in a frenzy of laughter and joy. Whereas, Niall had shared horror stories, only because Liam was supposedly scared of ghosts and spirits, and in retaliation, Liam had added a wee too much salt in Niall's favorite drink. While it was every bit of something sweet that he would store in his brain forever, he also longed for a chance to speak to Louis, or see him, at least.

The blanket Louis had given him made its inflexible place next to his pillow in his nest. Much to his chagrin, though, it didn't smell anything like Louis. The only reason why he held it against his chest every night was that, well, it was soft and comfortable— he was so not cherishing the first gift he had been given by an alpha.

Like he always did, he tried to resist the needs of his body, clutching the sheets tightly with his hands, skin flushed with a sheen layer of sweat. He could feel it crawling within his skin though, sparking up from his toes and ascending all the way to his head until the only thought he could process was to get rid of the constant ache. He fought against it just as fiercely, turning to lay on his tummy as he stuffed his face in a pillow, one of his hands now loosely holding the end of the blanket Louis had given him. However, all of the techniques he had been using to avoid pleasuring himself till now had come to naught.

He kept thinking of what would have gone down had he considered Niall's offer holistically. He kept thinking of Louis easing his pain, replacing it with tender kisses and touches.

Whatever was still left of his dignity shattered the second he caved in, sliding his index finger past the rush of slick that was now trickling down the insides of his thighs. A moan bubbled at the bottom of his throat when he imagined Louis between his thighs. Louis, with his unkempt beard that would probably accumulate the rivulets of slick he was producing. The coarse texture of the alpha's facial hair would surely leave bright, red marks against his sensitive skin.

Propping himself up on one elbow, he spread his legs a little more, adding another digit before he tried to reach deeper inside himself. A few strands of hair tickled the side of his face as he pumped his fingers in and out, shuddering out quiet sounds of pleasure that would have left his face growing red in shame had he been more conscious of his doings. Right now though, the only thing he was aiming for was to chase the high. It was the orgasm on the horizon that prompted him to accelerate his pace, the likelihood of getting a release from this ever-growing ache that pushed him forward.

Beneath his closed eyelids, he had somehow conjured up the image of someone aiding him through the wearying process. There, in the picturesque vision, he had an alpha with a touch so familiar, an alpha with a scent so mesmerizing. He eventually relinquished the tight shackles he had built himself. It felt like falling from the heavens, moving through the clouds in a constant mist of bliss and pleasure. There was no hard ground awaiting him below; no end to his vision, only soft clouds and the boundless sea of blue.

He tasted the blood oozing out of his lower lip as he worked up a rhythm, trailing his free hand up to his chest to fondle his nipples. They were sensitive as always, drawing a muffled whimper out of him. His thighs shook with the effort it took him to keep his body stable amidst the influx of stimulation, and alas, he gave up, flopping down on the bed.

Moments later, when he lolled on the pile of pillows beside him, eyes hooded, nightshirt stained, he still ached for it. It was unusual for him to hanker after another high so quickly. He couldn't even make heads or tails of what he was trying to pursue; what his inner omega wanted him to do. He was certain he had lost sense of the world when he gripped the base of his cock, stroking himself to the only alpha scent he had ever pined for. It would have made him a little unsettled had he been in a more conscious state of mind, but he was already too far gone, and the fresh terrene undertones of the scent were far too pacifying.