HEAT |OMEGAVERSE| ⚣ ✔️

We Probably Shouldn't Have Done That 🔞

ALEX'S POV

Jasper does the unimaginable and grabs my hand, dragging it slowly up his body, before placing it on his neck. And his lower half—good grief, his bare ass grinds against my own bare front, making my damn knees feel weak.

"Fuck—Jas." I mutter, my head dropping low until my forehead presses against his shoulder for only a moment.

My hand tightens gently around his neck as he stares hungrily at me through the glass. The tip of my nose runs from his shoulder to his neck, before I take in a deep breath, my eyes widening slightly as I meet my lovers gaze once more in the mirror.

It wasn't until now—that I realize why, today—more than other days, he's had this amplified desire of my touch whenever I'm around.

"Are you—have you been taking your suppressants?" I ask, which feels odd, because he's also been a stickler for taking them both on time and consistently..even now after all that's happened.

Jasper's quick to nod his head, and my brows furrow slightly, my grip on him tightening a little more.

"Then why—" I trail off, my words lost for a moment. It's either the steam collecting in the bathroom or him making my head feel dizzy. And judging off the way my body is physically reacting to Jas, it's most definitely him.

When it comes to his heat, I don't necessarily have it marked in my fucking calendar so I can be there to make sure he takes his suppressants. But even if I did, I know for a fact I wouldn't need to be sure, especially the way he hates his body for what it does.

I'm pulled back into reality however, when Jasper answer's my half-spoken question.

"I—I don't know why, I've never had this happened before." His words come out a bit breathless and rushed towards the end. "I—I knew it would be today, so I—even took it y-yesterday as well."

I almost draw blood from my lip the way I pinch it between my teeth as his head falls back onto my left shoulder softly, his breath picking up. My hand remains at his neck, and though I want nothing—god—fucking nothing more than to do anything but just touch him, I don't.

I force this body of my mine to fucking cooperate against its very will, and softly place an arm behind Jasper's slightly bent knees, before picking him up. I carry him the through the doorway, and into the bedroom, before walking over to my usual side of the bed, and place him down on it.

While he peaks, which should—well could be at any given moment, he needs a little bit of space from me.

I place a soft kiss on Jasper's forehead, and pull away. But before I can fully turn from the bed, I feel his warm fingers wrap tightly around my wrist, halting me in my tracks.

"Jasper." I practically whisper, afraid if I turn to face him, I might not leave the room again...and to top it—the shower is still fucking running, very eco friendly of me.

"Don't go, please." This man begs, and the tone of his voice is—well it's fucking beckoning, like a siren trying to lead a ship into a wreck.

"Fuck—I can't...I can't stay." I mutter, refusing to meet his eyes.

I only feel his grip tighten though as he asks, "why."

And there it goes, my exterior crumbling to bits as it spirals deep into the madness that his body makes mine crave.

In a matter of seconds I'm crawling on top of him, my knees spread and on each side of his lower half. While my hands plant themselves on the soft material of the bed below, each close the sides of his face.