Alpha and Omega

21. Phi (Φ,φ)

"Adrian."

The way Konstantin spoke my name should have given me a fright.

Besides, Kon didn't look much different from Patrick when he was about to jump me in that toilet at the restaurant.

But I wasn't afraid.

I felt nothing but a wave of overwhelming desire to surrender to Konstantin and let him do whatever he wanted with me.

Because this wasn't Patrick or any other alpha, this was my alpha. And the omega inside me knew it, just as he knew this alpha wouldn't hurt me, no matter how much he might lose control.

And Konstantin's perfect self-control was indeed long gone, shattered by the most basic instincts and urges he'd tried to resist and fool with the blockers for so long. But now the pills lay forgotten somewhere on the floor and whatever effect they might have had on him was all but gone.

"Adrian," he repeated hoarsely, those lust clouded green eyes fixed on me, his bare chest heaving in time to the regular rhythm of his rapid breathing, the undeniable evidence of his arousal clearly visible in his tight jeans.

My breathing quickened as well, my entire being engulfed in a wave of desire that could no longer be quelled by anything other than the alpha standing before me.

For he was the one to whom I belonged beyond a shadow of a doubt, and the one to whom I would likely bind my life in the hours to come.

And although the bond formed between an alpha and an omega could be broken, it was not common, and the two who were paired in this way usually stayed together for the rest of their lives.

If I were still able to think rationally, I would probably consider the significance of this step, and perhaps feel nervous about doing something so substantial. But none of these thoughts entered my lust paralysed mind.

All my instincts and all of Konstantin's made it clear that we belonged together and it was time to seal that bond. Yes, I wasn't eighteen and we'd only known each other for a short time, but none of that mattered.

Konstantin stood in front of me, barely controlling himself, but he didn't move. He watched me with the gaze of a beast, but a beast waiting for a gesture or a signal to move.

A signal that would have to come from me.

And I decided to take that final step.

I removed the towel that was still wrapped around my waist and threw it aside. Konstantin gasped, his eyes roaming lustfully over my naked body, and when I tilted my head and exposed my neck in that typical gesture of submission, it was the last straw.

At that moment, any remaining inhibitions disappeared and Konstantin pulled me towards him, holding me possessively in his arms. His naked chest pressed against mine, his mouth on my neck, while his hands cupped my ass and pressed my body as close as possible to his.

And I noticed something else; Konstantin's scent was getting even stronger, the pure and clear scent of an alpha wanting his omega.

The blockers he'd taken earlier must have dulled it a little, but now it was so strong it was completely messing with my head. And not just the scent, but something else, perhaps pheromones or whatever an alpha had at his disposal, that made an omega weak at the knees, forcing him to submit completely to his alpha.

If I weren't in heat, if my limbic system wasn't influenced by a cocktail of all kinds of hormones, I'd probably hate myself for letting Konstantin turn me into what I'd resisted all my life.

A submissive omega.

Because that seemed to be exactly what I was becoming. But I couldn't care less.

I needed Konstantin more than another breath. I needed his touch, his kiss, and I wanted to feel his naked skin against mine. And those annoying jeans of his irritated me beyond belief.