Bonding and Bite Marks

Burning

John felt like his throat was going to shred. He was screaming so loudly. Were all heats like this? How did omegas cope? How would he cope? His abdomen felt like it was on fire. Like something inside was trying to claw its way out. His length was so hard that it ached, and with each wave of warm slick that trickled down his sweating thighs, he felt a deep ache in his loosening entrance. An aching that begged to be touched. To be filled. Filled by an alpha. He hated it. He loathed it. He clawed at his clothes. They were tight and itchy against his sensitive skin. Restricting him. Squeezing him, but he was unwilling to remove them despite the burning heat of his skin. He didn't even wince as he fell to the hard floor, gripping his head as a sharp ache throbbed through it. He felt dizzy. Sick. Delirious.

Out...Get out...Need air...Need...He couldn't think straight. He was lost in a haze. He gasped as he dragged himself across the floor towards the office door. He could barely see through the wavering in his vision. Tears were trickling down his cheeks in misery. He got to his knees and slowly pushed to his shaking legs, struggling to support his weight. His limbs were like jelly. His hands shook as he rattled the knob. It was locked. He slapped the wood urgently, rattling the handle as he sobbed against the surface. His shaking fingers found the handle and finally twisted the latch. He twisted the knob and pulled the door open. His face was flushed from the effort of remaining on his feet. He felt himself slumping as he took the first step through the doorway. He almost thought he'd pass out.

"No! Back inside!" The loud, demanding sound made John crumple to the floor in obedience, like he'd been hit in the chest by a sledgehammer. The deep spicy scent hit him immediately. It was rich, like chilli and chocolate. John's mouth watered as he looked up with unfocused eyes, his breaths coming in small panted gasps. An alpha. It was an alpha. John shuddered in disgust as a wave of need coursed through his body. His cotton candy scent seeped out in greeting, caressing Lin's senses and urging him nearer. Lin cursed as he hurriedly lifted John into his strong arms, holding his breath against the overpowering scent of slick and desire. John was delirious, tugging at his clothes and writhing in his arms. He pressed his face into the crook of his neck to smell more of his overpowering, spicy scent. Lin was patient as he walked, closing his eyes to resist the shivers of want as John's lips caressed his mating point. He was rubbing and nuzzling, scenting him. Lin closed his eyes a moment, trying to resist the invitation. John wasn't the one in control. His omega was overriding his logical senses, trying to get what his ailing body so desperately needed. The touch of an alpha.

"Lin?" John murmured weakly as he was lowered to the sofa. He couldn't really see properly through the feverish haze. His vision was wavering, like he was seeing through water. Lin paused in surprise. He'd thought he was completely lost from the way he'd almost devoured his neck with eager lips and tongue. "Lin...I'm so scared..." John confessed in a small voice as he gripped the front of Lin's shirt vulnerably. Lin breathed again, regretting the decision instantly as he took in the full force of John's cotton candy scent. Anyone else would probably have caved straight away. Lin absolutely refused. He winced as his teeth lengthened. The fangs were sharp, already releasing pheromones to be injected into John's body. Ready to claim him. Ready to mate him. He growled low in his throat at the thought. It was almost irresistible.

"I know...It's your first heat, and you're probably not ready for this, but...do you want me to call an agency? Get you an alpha to...see you through?" Lin asked in a forced tone. He was trying to be delicate and knew it had come out poorly. John looked utterly ashamed at the suggestion. He'd more or less suggested that he, a sworn and dedicated priest, pay for sex. That he buy some prostitute to fulfil his needs. "There's no shame in it. I've seen what heats can do without physical relief...It can be fatal," Lin added firmly, watching John shake his head in a mixture of refusal and denial. An ache throbbed in Lin's chest at the refusal. It wasn't right. An omega shouldn't be forced to weather a heat alone. They needed to be cared for and protected. John just didn't understand yet. He needed to be taught. He needed someone to take care of him.