Waiting to Exhale [Larry S. Alpha/Omega Dynamics]

Igneous

-Louis

I can already feel the heat radiating through my body and Harry smells so good.

I groaned, turning to face Harry, his thumbs brushed at my cheeks.

"It's tomorrow." I can't believe that I forgot. Surely it would have been better planned. We're in his patents house for God's sakes.

"Oh, shit." Harry repeated and he must be thinking the same thing that I am.

Nerves. This will be my first heat with Harry. I haven't put much thought into that.

"Are you wet now? Do you need  anything?" My breathing is quiet, but forced.

"No, no. Just..tomorrow. We can worry tomorrow."

"I'll talk to them in the morning. I'll get them out the house. It's fine." He kissed me atop my head and I'm steaming liquid in his hands.

"Sleep baby."

♣

It's hot when I wake. The sheets are clasped to my dampened skin and I'm wanting. I reached behind me to get Harry's attention, but he isn't there. No, his side of the bed is cold and I let a whine out of my throat. The call Omegas use to get their Alpha's attention.  

When I need him most.

My mind is in disorder and my breathing ragged. On the bedside table there is a tall glass of water and I down it quickly in one go. The condensation rolling onto my bare chest and seeming to sizzle away from the heat.

I can feel the wetness in my boxers from my slick and its uncomfortable but very unimportant as another wave of heat washes over me causing me to groan and roll onto my stomach.

My erection is pressed firm between my body and the bed. I sigh out out even though it isn't enough. It wouldn't be enough until Harry's buried deep within me, but it does take the edge off.

I try and even out my breaths until I'm steadily panting with my eyes screwed shut. Harry's close, I can feel him, he's mostly likely around the house somewhere.

So I don't dare touch myself. I'll only get riled up and still wanting after my release.

Minutes later, the bedroom door opens and I can smell him. I can smell my Alpha. I moaned and raise my body so that I am on my knees, arse high and chest low.

I hear the way Harry's breath is cought in his throat. I feel my body shake, desire pooling, unfurling everywhere. The cold wind is fluttering against my soaked boxers and it just reminds me that Harry's still not behind me.

I then hear his feet pat against the floorboards and I feel the bed dip with his body weight. Harry bends and runs his nose along my shoulder and up to the base of my ear, his fingers slipping into my hair.

"Oh, Louis. I could smell you from downstairs."

My eyes open slightly, filled with wonder and lust. It's a heady mix. I swallow instinctively. His hand moves down to my behind, high and neglected. Ever so gently, he kneeds his hand into my right cheek and I moan because, yes. This is what I need.

I'm already lost and he's barely touched me. I can't see his face and that just enhances my senses to his touch.

He raises his hand to my face and he pushed my hair back. I blink to clear the blur from my burning eyes that I am sure to be shining golden, much like Harry's.

His thumb is running over my cheek and leaves a satisfying burn on my already hot skin.

"I want you so much Lou." My Omega is grinning, spread-eagled and panting on a king sized bed and waiting for his Alpha to devour him.