Omega On Contract

Chapter Five -The Request

My heart lurched at the sight of the shivering frame. There was no telling how long she had remained curled up on the cold floor, next to the shelves. It had been hours since I first smelt her pheromones, since my body began reacting to her, but I knew she had probably been in heat longer than a few of hours. The pantry was thick with her pheromones, making it almost difficult to breathe.

Dashing into the pantry, I knelt beside her, and very carefully, placed a hand on her shoulder. Her body was a furnace, burning so hot, it felt scalding to my palm. Her shirt was completely soaked with sweat as she trembled, her teeth chattering. It was a daunting sight, one I had never encountered before. Was it even possible for an omega to be consumed by their own heat? Did things like that happen? We learnt about heat circles and the consequences of an unsuppressed heat in adult wolves back in high school, one of the many biological theories we knew we’d never see in real life, but was now happening right in front of my eyes in the worst way possible. She appeared too far gone and in need of urgent medical care.

“Can you hear me?” I asked tenderly, my hands slowly turning her to face mine. My forehead scrunched at the sight of her face, covered in sweat as her eyes moved violently under her eyelids. “Where are your suppressants?” I slid a hand down to her pockets, searching them. “Wonderful… wonderful… Can you hear me?”

Every question was met with more teeth gnashing and quiet whimpers. I checked her neck and wrists for bite marks to see if she had been claimed by an alpha, my mind already racing with judgemental thoughts about her alpha. What kind of negligence and carelessness would lead to an alpha disregarding their omega, leaving them in heat till this point.

I sprinted out of the pantry, back into the kitchen to where the hand towels hung, slipped one out, soaked it in water and then hurried to the fridge for some ice. By the time I returned to the pantry, she had curled back into a fetal position, squeezing herself as she tried forcing her apart.

“Don’t try too hard,” I said, placing the towel on her forehead before taking out my phone to call 111.

“P-please…” She whimpered. “No cops.”

Put the call through. “You need a hospital.”

“N-o… please I’m…”

“111 what’s your emergency?” the female voice came through the phone.

“I need an ambulance, I have an employee here who is—” Wonderful gripped my arm, and though she could barely keep her eyes open, she shook her head as hard as she could.

“Please…” She croaked. “No cops.”

“Ma’am, is everything alright?” asked the emergency responder and again, Wonderful was shaking her head.

“Wonderful… I can’t let you…”

“Please…”

“Ma’am?”

“I’m sorry.” I hung up the phone and Wonderful dropped back down, gasping for deep breaths. I didn’t understand why she insisted on Cops, but knew if I left her in that state long enough, she could die from her own heat, an excruciating death I wouldn’t wish on the person on the planet.

I cupped my breast and felt stickiness, before lowering my gaze to find stickiness dripping through my shirt.. “f**k…” My breasts were hard as stone, hours of being stimulated by an omega’s pheromones coming into fruition.

I glanced back toward the kitchen and considered that perhaps, if I can’t get help in time, I might need to let her suck instead. Alpha milk was a natural sedative for omegas, making them easier, more pliable, more accessible. The thought struck and so did the wrongness of it. There was only one omega on the planet I was meant to breastfeed and he wore my ring, has my name, carries my mark. I had only ever allowed Nix suck from me. He was my mate, he had a right to it, not a stranger in the pantry of my company. Even if that stranger was being poisoned by her own heat.

Wonderful’s trembles worsened as I weighed my options, the decision bouncing back and forth in my head. I hurried back into the kitchen, snapped some paper towels from the counter to clean my shirt while I called Nix. It rang and he did not pick, then I tried again, and again, until…

“Hello?”

It wasn’t until he tender firm voice came through the phone that realized it had been months since we spoke on the phone. We never texted or called each other anymore, that was all in the past with the rest of everything we were.

“Anna,” he said, shaking me back into the present.

“Yes.”

“You called?”

“I did.” I swallowed.

“For?”

“Yeah… umm… are you home?”

“As always.”

“So… I have a question for you.”

“Okay.”

“I’m in a bit of a bind, and umm… would you mind if I breast feed an omega in need?”

The silence that followed stretched a thousand years and for more than a few minutes, it was as though the winter dust had slipped through the temperature controlled walls of the building and was now freezing my bones.

“Hey…”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice soft yet and frigid.

“I found an omega in heat in the office pantry.”

“What? At work?”

“Yeah… I think she is in the late stages of her circle. I have never seen it this bad.”

“Give her suppressants, then call the cops. That’s not okay.”

“I’m not calling the police.”

“Why not?”

“She’ll get arrested for public indecency.”

“Yes, and then fined, that kind of carelessness can get both her and someone else killed.”

“She asked me not to call the cops.”

“Asked you? If she can speak, then she’ll survive until she has her suppressants.”

“I don’t think suppressants will help, she could barely speak and now, she’s turning red, Nix. I can help her.”

He huffed a breath. “Will it matter if I said no?”

“Of course. That’s why I’m asking.”

“Then, no. I’d rather you call the cops. Let them handle it.”

“And if the heat gets to her heart before they get here?”

“It won’t be difficult to resuscitate her.”

“Nix…”

“You don’t know her, and you're jumping at the first opportunity to give something you wouldn’t even give to me?”

His words were scolding, and I knew the weight they carried. The weight of a thousand words unspoken between us for two years. It was not the time to explore a conversation I knew would unlock a whole new world of torture, even worse, weaken my determination to keep Nix safe. I stood in the silence, listening to Wonderful tremble as his heavy breathing remained unsteady through the phone.

“Do whatever the f**k you want.” He hung up before I could say anything else and I exhaled loudly, turning back to the trembling body. I took a step forward, and then a step back. I couldn’t go against him. It was bound in your vows, the decision to either betray the strange omega whose pheromones were the same scent as his or my husband was an easy one.

I lifted my phone to call the cops. Whatever she was avoiding wasn’t worth dying for. My phone rang before I could put the call through. Phoenix was calling back.

“What if she’s like… an armed robber or something… a serial killer!?” he asked the second I picked the call and I smiled a little and chuckled quietly. It had been too long since he was that way with me. whiny and somewhat possessive. I had terribly missed it.

“She’s an employee. We met for the first time this morning m.”

“See? How convenient. You met her for the first time today, and now she’s dying? Very suspicious, don’t you think?”

“Phoenix…”

“What? I’m sharing my alpha with a stranger.”

“We’re just helping out someone in need—plus my boobs hurt.”

“What?”

“I’m reacting to her pheromones.”

“And whose fault is that!” he snapped. “You wouldn’t be sensitive to other’s pheromones if you didn’t neglect your duties!”

“Phoenix—”

“Fine!” he blurted and I could see all the lines his face was making. The small wrinkles his forehead made when he was irritated, the little pink on his brown cheeks, the eye roll, the small pout. His little adorable mannerisms were tattooed in my mind after five years of marriage, they always made me warm and fuzzy, it was difficult to not concede to whatever his demands were whenever he was that adorable,

“Are you sure?”

“Of course not! You’re only asking me so I don’t accuse you of cheating and take all your money from the divorce.”

I giggled. It felt nice to be refamiliarized with his dramatics. “Yes, you’re right. It’s about the money.”

“Whatever! Just do it! Then come home.”

“Okay, pumpkin.”

“Wait…”

“Yes?”

He waited a moment. “Never mind.”

“Tell me.”

“Nothing. Just… you haven’t called me that in a while.”

“I know.”

“Be careful.”

“I will.” I moved to hang up.

“You’re going to knot her, right?”

“Of course not. I’m just trying to calm her down.”

“But you said it was impossible to breastfeed me without knotting me.”

“That’s different, love. You’re my half. My mate.” It was silent for a time and though he said nothing, I could feel him smile. “You’re blushing.”

“Only a little, and stop doing that!”

“Doing what?”

“Acting like you know me so well.”

I laughed. “Okay. I have to go.”

“Call me once you leave the office.”

“I will.”

He hung up, and I hurried back to the Wonderful, my hands quickly unbuttoning my shirt as I knelt beside her. I slid the towel from her forehead and cradled her in my arms, slowly cupping her cheeks as she whimpered between breaths. She was an alluring figure, stunning and seraphic. I couldn’t picture a world where she was not already claimed by an alpha, perhaps I had missed her mark. If she was claimed, then her alpha owed me a great deal.

Steadily, I unbuttoned my shirt and let out my left breast with a whimpery exhale. Every movement, from unbuttoning my shirt to guiding my breast to her lips were more painful than the last, a normal sensation from the hardness. I couldn’t get a good angle, her lips were sealed shut, refusing to latch on as she shivered and trembled, shaking rigorously in my arms.

“I have you,” I whispered, blowing breeze across his forehead. “You’re okay.” Letting go of my restraints, I released as much of my pheromones as I could to help her relax into it and her body seemed to take well to it. She ceased clenching too hard, and her tight forehead seemed to loosen. Once again, I was guiding her to my n****e, hoping this time she will take to it with ease.

“There you go.” The creamy liquid dripped. “Open up, sweet girl.” Turning into me, her hand instinctively held onto my shirt. “There you go… good good girl… good girl.” Her lips slightly parted, and before she could close them up, I let my n****e slip between them. “Careful…” I winced when she bit down hard on my n****e, the pain striking and sharp.

I hung on as tight as I could, taking the pain until she was conscious enough to settle down. I give my breast a gentle squeeze, letting out a little stream of milk. It dripped down the side of her lips until she made her first suck by herself. A large sigh of relief left me. It hurt too much to be that full and even more so to be bitten. The pain was slowly being soothed by her weakened sucks, barely drawing out the milk from my n*****s.

A warm shiver traveled through me, the feeling of euphoria mixed with sweetness and devotion. For two years I had not felt the heartwarming sensation of having an omega’s lips wrapped around my n****e. I had forgotten the satisfaction, the explosive euphoria, the s****l arousal. I had to teach my mind to forget. Had to learn to turn it off for his sake. But now, as Wonderful suckled, everything I fought to keep locked away was rumbling to the surface, and I could not control it. I did not want to.

Wrapping her in my arms, my palm traveled around her back, patting and caressing. I could feel her shivering and trembles fading away, her sucks becoming more firm and wanting. Her skin cooling down from the excessive heat. She was recovering.

“You’ll be alright,” I whispered, holding her closer.

I had forgotten what it was like to be that way with an omega. The sensuality of it. The tenderness. The way all my stress and worries faded away. I had forgotten the peace I felt, the joy. She cooed as she sucked, her breathing steadying while mine was quickened.

My hormones were responding to her lips around me, my d**k hardened, and not long after my knot was loose. It was a normal body function I thrived to ignore, but the more she suckled, the more the tension heightened. Her hand crawled up my chest and squeezed my left breasts instinctively and sounds of her sucks and quiet swallows filled the pantry, making it even more difficult to stay within my boundaries. I bit my lips, leaned back to give her a few more moments before retracting my breast from her lips and letting her go,

Breathless, I stumbled to my feet. Phoenix was right, there was no way I was going to continue this without worsening my need to knot her.