Their Omegas Heat

Chapter Three: Emotions

Pain tore through me. Every muscle tensing, screaming with strain and agony as I curled in the bed, finding it empty.

My stitches pulled as I moved, rolling futher, trying to go to the bathroom, unsure if I was going to throw up or need a cold shower.

I couldn't speak, my throat tight and only a groan left me as I slid to the floor, crawling and shuddering with pain.

I tried to call for Jaxon or Jace, but my voice came out strangled and a whistle of pained air instead of words.

The thought of them turned my pains to fire and I gasped, falling to the floor for a moment as pleasure rocked me.

My clothing was too constricting, my skin was too sensitive.

I tore the clothing, claws forming in desperation and I whimpered as I shredded the clothes, apologetic but the relief of air on my bare skin made me sigh.

I pulled the scraps off me, panting and crawled to the shower, not caring which way the handle was when I pulled.

Icy water tumbled down, making me jolt as my Heat flared, the water becoming steam as it hit me.

The pain and fire battled, raking through me like lighting and I found myself in the fetal position, sobbing.

I heard my name be called, but I couldn't answer.

It came again, suddenly in my ear. "Fuck, Melody." It was Jace. His voice was strained and low, but I knew he was close. I could smell his wonderful scent.

Another sob broke from me as my Heat surged, my legs squeezing together and my arms wrapped my stomach.

"Baby," Jace whimpered, his hands on my arms, lifting me gently into his lap as he sat under the water. "I'm so sorry," he whispered against me, tucking me into his chest and rocked me.

He helped me bathe, the presence of him helping soothe my pains and I was able to stand up.

"W-where did you go?" I asked weakly, feeling possessive and pathetic as he wrapped me in a towel.

He cupped my cheeks, tilting my head to meet his sapphire eyes, his long hair was braided and, now wet, stuck to his forehead and cheeks. "We thought some time alone would help." He gave an apologetic smile. "I sorted something that's should actually help, though." He guided me to the bedroom by the waist, supporting me and sat me on edge of the bed, going to a cabinet beside his bed.

I peaked at it curiously, seeing it was a medical stash.

"What's that for?" I asked curiously as he filled a syringe with a bottle from a small fridge section in the cabinet.

He smirked at me, his eyes and hands focused. "As Pack Doctor, I have access to some fun mixes." He set the needle into a small tray and grabbed a few other items, closing the cabinet and came to my side. "I made a little concoction," he held up the needle, "it's a muscle relaxant and painkiller, so it should help with your pain." I leaned back on my elbows, a smirk on his face at my submission and trust.

"I thought Akira and Mabel..." I trailed off, distracted by his hands on my thigh, moving the towel higher and caressing the side of my leg.

He chuckled, looking at me through his lashes. "They are - small sting." He mused, setting the needle and plunged, his hand on my thigh squeezed gently, a small moan and flood of pleasure overriding the injection. He gave a cocky smile, pressing a cotton ball to the bleeding spot. "But I oversee both of them, I'm just on vacation." He winked at me, making me blush and sit up, taking hold of the cotton bud while he moved to my ankle, pulling off the soaked dressing.