Alpha and Omega

4.Delta (Δ,δ)

I would hate to repeat myself, but the following minutes and hours were very unpleasant indeed. 

I hadn't been able to tell how much time had passed since Ella left. It all blended into one big hot flash, where the only thing keeping me somewhat sane was the alpha sitting patiently beside me on the bed.

The fingers of my right hand clenched the blanket to prevent me from doing something I really didn't want to do in Konstantin's presence. But with each passing minute it became harder and harder to resist.

"Do what you need to do," I heard that wonderful voice, its owner close to me, but not close enough for us to touch in any way.

With difficulty I opened my eyes and looked up at him, shivering all over and feeling my sweaty hair sticking to my forehead as my temperature rose again.

I was terribly hot; I would have liked to throw off the blanket and strip off what little I had put on for the sake of some decency.

"I'm not going to jerk off in front of you," I blurted out, but I could already feel common sense quickly deserting me and the unstoppable wave of hormones that would make it impossible for me to speak a coherent word in a moment was gradually taking over my body.

"I can leave if you want," he suggested.

"No, don't," I blurt out, his presence being the only thing that still kept me sane, the only thing that helped. I knew that if he left, I wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Adrian, this isn't anything I've never seen before. It's perfectly natural, just do what you know will help you. You have nothing to be ashamed of." There was concern in his voice and it warmed my heart incredibly.

"You said there was...supposed to be...nothing sexual between us," I reminded him of his words.

"And there won't be. Because I'm not going to do anything."

"It wouldn't...help me for...long anyway," I forced out.

It wouldn't help me anyway, I repeated in my mind to convince myself.

Of course, if it was Konstantin's hand touching me... God, just the thought seemed incredible. Besides, I was starting to have even wilder fantasies in which this alpha was doing much more than just touching me.

But as he'd said at the beginning, he was forbidden to do that. And apparently for good reason.

"How come... I don't... affect you at all?" I rasped, reaching out to him and digging my fingers into the fabric of the shirt he was wearing.

"You do," he whispered then, "But I can control it."

Though I held on tight, the fingers of both hands clutching at the fabric of his surely expensive shirt, forehead resting on Konstantin's shoulder, he didn't move.

While I tried to catch my breath and not succumb to all the sensations that were engulfing me, he didn't touch me at all, just as I had asked him to do earlier. His hands rested freely on the bed we were sitting on without any reaction to the fact that a horny omega was currently pressing against him.

That self-control of his must have been really something.

"They would never hire an alpha for this job who couldn't control himself completely," he explained. "And when all else fails, I carry medication, they're called blockers and they work a bit like your suppressants. Only unlike you, I know how to use them properly."

"You took... them?"

I needed him to say yes, to let me know that it was only these synth substances that kept him from reacting as wildly to my proximity as I did to his. Because then this whole thing would be a lot more bearable for me.