HEAT AND RUT. (Alpha Lycan And His Omega Tiger)

LONGING.

Chapter: 51
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Longing.

So much longing.

Rafa panted, stumbling around confusedly. His hands searched for support, something to grip onto, to steady his steps. His vision blurred, and his mind was hazy. He could barely think straight. Everything was a blur, but he was so cold, like ice inside his brain. All the while his body shivered uncontrollably and sweat ran down his forehead. His skin burned with a fever that had no explanation. It felt as if he had run through miles of hot summer sand, all the way here, without stopping or changing direction once. Every muscle in his body ached, from the heat, from... everything. His lungs were on fire, and yet his heart hammered like a war drum inside his chest. His stomach churned angrily, making him feel queasy.

His head throbbed, sending sharp pain into his temples, as though an earthquake had just struck him and shaken him violently. And he was tired, tired beyond measure. The world seemed distant to him, almost unreal, as though it was made up of foggy colors that didn't belong in this world. The sun above him shone with all its warmth, burning his skin mercilessly. He couldn't feel his feet. They were numb. So numb that he didn't even notice when he fell. He only found himself lying there on the dusty ground, with his back pressed against the walls. The passageway he was in was starting to get clouded by his Pheromones, and he hoped no one would come that way. This feeling was one he did not have control over. It was either he went back to HIM or sat there and hoped it went by quickly. If only Rut works that way. Rafa clutched the collar of his shirt, his heart beating rapidly in his ears, he pulled at the shirt, ripping it open and clutching his neck, his hands wandering to his chest, rubbing at his torso in hopes of calming the Heat rising rapidly inside of him.

He felt so hot he could melt from it. His hand wandered to his raging hard on and he quickly unzipped his pants, shoving his hand in and gripping his cock tightly, he shut his eyes and began to stroke himself. The friction was heavenly and his fingers felt like lightning against his flesh he moaned out loud, trying to hold himself back. "Mate," he whispered, the sound coming out garbled because of his panting breath, and then he lost himself in the pleasure. His hand grew needy and his thrusts increased until he was screaming out, his hips jerking wildly and shaking off the waves of bliss as fast as he could. His orgasm hit hard and deep, pulsating throughout his body, but it wasn't enough.

Looking down at his length, he groaned when he noticed how hard he still was, even after having reached his release. He needed more.

"Not enough," He rasped, tucking his length back into his pants and stumbling to his feet. With heavy breathing, he looked around, his fingers pressed against the walls, supporting his balance as he stumbled forward. "More," He groaned, his breathing labored. His footsteps grew desperate as he walked further down the passageway until he found the door. Pulling it open, he stumbled into the main floor, looking around briefly, he breathed a sigh of relief when he found the floor empty. Now, he only needs to find his bedroom and go lock himself up there until his Rut passes.

He seemed to have been succeeding before he ran into Kael. The Fox, who wouldn't sit still if he didn't see the Lycan, came in search of him; he's asked nearly every worker within the Manor, every Beta guarding the Gates, and has walked around the Manor four times in search of the Lycan. None seem to have the slightest idea where he was.

He had gone to the garden out back, where he confronted Caleb who was busy tending to the flowers. Caleb, unaware of his presence, proceeded mindlessly to tend to the flowers, only when he felt the hand that came down on his back with a loud slap, did he jerk upward and turned to find the Fox standing behind him. "Have you seen Rafa?" He demanded and Caleb frowned.