Broken Soul (Larry Stylinson) Alpha/Omega

Chapter 24

The first thing Louis was hit by when he woke up was an intense wave of sexual desire. It was so potent that a moan escaped his lips before he had even opened his eyes, and he instinctively pushed his ass back to meet what was causing the feeling to begin with.

Arms tightened around Louis' waist, and if he didn't recall what happened last night so quickly, he would've panicked. But he knew who those arms belonged to, who had their face buried in the crook of his neck and was scenting him in his sleep while emitting sex pheromones.

Fuck. This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all.

Louis had slick running down his inner thigh, his dick straining his boxers while Harry's hard cock was digging into his ass crack. Louis tried his best to control the arousal pulsing through him, but every cell in his body told him to continue pushing back against Harry and give him the contact he was seeking.

"Mhm," Harry moaned against Louis' skin, only making the situation worse.

Louis needed to do something. He couldn't stay here and let this happen. Harry was asleep, for fuck's sake. If he woke up in the middle of rutting against Louis, he would probably freak out.

Yet, he couldn't defy what his omega wanted. It reminded him of how he felt during his heat, the yearning to have Harry knot him. It was a desire he had never felt with anyone before, but it was so strong that he could barely stop himself from waking Harry up and asking him to take him.

Images of what it would be like having Harry rock into him made Louis gasp. He was right there, just as affected by their proximity as he was. It would be so easy to fulfill his omega's needs.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Louis took a deep breath and forced himself to pull at Harry's arms to break free from his tight grip. It wasn't easy, as Harry refused to cooperate and only tightened his hold on him.

"Harry, please," Louis pleaded, wriggling in his hold.

He didn't know if he had heard him, but the second the words left Louis' mouth, Harry released Louis and pushed his face into the pillow, seeking the omega's scent.

Louis quickly got out of bed and pinched his nose as he sprinted to the bathroom. Once he had locked the door behind him, he inhaled a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror, seeing how blown his pupils were.

This was so unlike him. He could count on one hand how many times an alpha had aroused him, and they were all by the same one. Yet, this was different. He had produced slick while scent marking Harry. He had felt the alpha's erection through his jeans. Hell, he had even thought about him during his heat, but it still didn't come close to this.

Feeling how much Harry wanted him while lusting for him just as much in return was insufferable. It felt like an explosion of desire and want, and just the thought of it made Louis want to go back into the bedroom, wake Harry up and have his way with him.

Fuck. He needed a cold shower. Now.

Opening the curtain and stepping into the small space, Louis turned on the water. He barely flinched as the cold water hit him, soaking him from head to toe. He made sure to scrub his body thoroughly, removing every drop of dried slick sticking to his inner thighs.

By the time he was finished, his dick had softened, and the urge to run to Harry and ask him to fuck him had subsided. He wrapped a towel around his waist and dried his hair with another, beginning to fear his return to the bedroom.

He looked for a clean pair of boxers as the ones he had worn earlier were completely ruined, but of course, he found none, which meant he would have to fetch a new pair from his closet in front of his bed, where Harry was still asleep, probably still aroused. Fuck.