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

Incalculable (prt2.)

-Louis

I deeply need him as a prerequisite, but no matter how much times I call for him, he seems so far away. Far to an unreachable distance. And there I lay, crying and screaming the name of my Alpha until my throat is raw and my unconscientious attempts to pull me under.

♦

I remember my best mate and swipe a text to Zayn, right when a irritating ringing jingled through the room, and I scrambled for my phone that dropped in the process of excitement-sliding the 'answer'  toggle, never minding to read the name before I yelled out into the mouthpiece.

"Harry!"

"Um, Louis love, it's Anne."

"Oh." I felt my entire personage deflate.

"I was just checking in on you." Her voice is noxiously candied and if she'd have spoken longer the aria of her voice would have ebb me to sleep.

"I'm neat, Anne." She makes a sound of recognition and says in a voice even smaller and more tender than before.

"How are you Louis?" I shuffled in a sad attempt to unclog my nasal passage. I convulsed and hacked on the gunk trapped there into a weak sob. My chest shook and clattered as I continued my convulsion, only now on the line with my mother-in-law.

"He hates me!" I cried out dolefully.

"No, no, doll. Shh. You stop that crying. Everything is just fine. He's staying in the family cabin. He said not to tell you the exact location, but he's just a bit shooken up and occupied." She told. "He misses you."

I rubbed brutally at my eyes, clearing my throat numerous times before hawking out a reply.

"Really?" I realize that I am whining and being an outright Omega, however I just want to know that my Alpha is okay and still in fancy of me.

"Really." She says happily. Without delay her boost of approach sets a glum smile on my face.

"When will he be back?"

"Well..."

"When will he come back to me?"

"Louis..."

"My Alpha."

"He's in rut."

-Harry

♠

Breathing deeply, I thrust my spent body back on the bed. My chest ascended and descended swiftly with each breath. My hair is tangled and soaked, sticking disgustingly to my forehead. The pink and blue duvet below me is drenched with perspiration and the endless ejaculation of my knot.

I'm sated for the time being and my knot have died down from my rutting into the covers.

My father, with his weird 'father's intuition' could sense the debarkation of my rut. When asked if I wanted Louis to accompany me, I quickly declined the offer. Without a second thought, he gave me the keys to the cabin and sent me on my way. I've been fisting my cock for the whole drive, but my mind was elsewhere. Louis colored out. When he shouted the command I felt the shift of my figure. My Alpha was basically screaming at me;

'Stop!'

'Stop!

'Stop!'

I couldn't move, my muscles went obstinate and my skin ran cold. I was under Louis' control. I felt the detachment from my own body and a mental process of depersonalization. I've never felt so anathematized before.