Chapter 57: Never Enough

ALEXANDER

“No sightings at all?”

“None,” Jason confirmed.

Alexander massaged his jaw with his hand—the information sinking in.

He had assumed that her heat disappearing along with the complete mating mark would reduce the recent sightings around the pack’s territory, but he hadn’t expected it to be this significant.

No, this wasn’t normal; something was off, he was certain.

It didn’t help that he felt unfocused. His mind kept wandering, and he had this ~urge~ to return to his room.

He attempted to dismiss it, but it was futile. It made him half-listen the entire time as if he was being pulled in two directions simultaneously. He needed to wrap this up as soon as possible.

“We’ll change the patrol to every two hours instead of every hour.”

“Alright.”

“If things remain peaceful, we’ll reduce it further.”

He could tell that not everyone agreed with his decision, but no one voiced their disagreement.

It didn’t matter if they did. He wouldn’t change his mind. Perhaps it was a strategy, maybe the other packs wanted them to feel secure, and he wasn’t going to take that risk.

He desired the breaks as much as they did; if things were quieter, it meant he would have more time with Olivia. He wanted that. They were finally breaking through the bullshit barriers and lies Will had erected between them.

They were growing closer.

He wanted more.

~Knock. Knock~.

What now?

“Yeah,” he snapped.

The door creaked open, and then a head of red hair peeked in. “Hey, um. I need—~you need to come.~”

No sarcasm. No bossiness.

Okay.

Something was wrong. And it wasn’t good.

He stood up, nodding at the three betas in the room. “~We’re done~.”

Whatever it was—it was crucial.

He trailed Maya into the corridor, a sense of dread enveloping him, making his stomach churn. “What’s going on?” he asked as he shut the door behind him.

They would probably overhear their conversation anyway, but he wouldn’t make it easy for them.

“We have a problem and you need to hurry.”

“What?”

She rubbed her hand over her face.

“~Liv~ is in heat—and she’s all alone in a pack house full of people. Do I need to spell it out?”

~Yes~. She could. Because now he was ~fucking~ baffled. “No, she’s not,” he stated flatly.

“~Yes~, she is,” she retorted.

“She just—”

“I ~know~,” she interrupted him.

Olivia interrupted him. He allowed her. He didn’t particularly like ~other~ people interrupting him. “Maya…”

“I don’t know,” she responded, throwing her hands up.

“I don’t know how, but she is. I don’t know if it’s the mating—or something ~you~ did.”

“Did I cause this? How could I possibly have?”

“I’m not sure.”

“She’s an omega—~they’re…~” Maya grimaced, and he could tell she was uncomfortable with what she was about to say.

“~Alpha pleasers~. I get it. They’re hardwired to want to make the alpha happy, content, fulfilled. I understand. She’s ~more~ than that but—biologically speaking…”

Maya was rambling and second-guessing herself. It was a side of her he rarely saw. This situation was clearly unsettling her.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her, and it seemed to work enough to halt her nervous chatter. “Okay. Where is she?”

“In your closet. Where else would she be?”

He moved past her, taking long strides back upstairs.

Could Maya be right? Had he done something to trigger this? But what could it have been? Betas had their heats, alphas too. He knew some omegas had more frequent heats, but that couldn’t be the case.

Not so soon after her last one.

A heat was draining. Her body needed time to recover. It still did. She had gone days without proper hydration and nutrition, without sleep. Something wasn’t right.

The closer he got to his bedroom, the stronger that strange sensation that had been bothering him all night became. Could she have been the cause? Had she been the source of his distraction?

It didn’t feel like his usual pull, the bond, the need for her. He hadn’t connected it to her. But now, as he neared his bedroom, there was no denying it.

Even from here, he could ~smell~ her. And if he could, others could too.

This wasn’t good. Last time, he’d sent everyone away. He didn’t have that luxury now. He couldn’t afford to be as distracted; he had to keep an eye on her.

No one would intentionally harm her, but it was so easy to let that kind of call mess with one’s mind. He knew he had.

He opened the door, and the scent became even more potent.

He made sure to slam it shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the empty hallway like a warning. He clicked his tongue, heading toward the closet. He could hear her whimpering. ~Damn~.

There was no denying it; she was in heat. He should try to understand why, but he didn’t think he could concentrate right now.

But how could he be with her when he knew she was likely still recovering? Regular sex. Fine.

Another heat? He wasn’t so sure. But he didn’t know if either of them would have the self-control to resist. It might not be enough.

Regardless, he felt helpless.

So, he opened the closet door and found her on the floor, surrounded by his clothes.

“Livy?” he managed to choke out.

She lifted her head, revealing the dried tear tracks on her face.

~Damn.~

He dropped to his knees, cradling her face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

She clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging in. “I-I-I’m sorry. I tried to stop it. I couldn’t. I-I don’t know. ~It hurts~.”

The desperation in her voice was enough to break his heart.

He held the back of her head, stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, what happened?”

She shook in his arms, crying into his chest. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“Everything, please.”

He knew one way he could help her and he suspected that was what she wanted. “Are you sure?”

Olivia clutched his shirt, tugging at it as if she was trying to tear it off him. “~Yes~.”

In an instant, he lost control. He couldn’t regain it.

His lips were on hers, exploring every part of her mouth. His tongue traced the line of her lips, demanding entry and she granted it almost instantly.

His hands roamed her body, tracing her curves, gripping her hips.

Her skin was hot, like a flame, tempting him to remove the clothing that separated them.

~More~.

He laid her on the floor, his larger body covering hers. She wasn’t suppressing any whimpers, any moans.

His mouth found her neck, licking at the mark he’d left there. The mark that should warn others to stay away.

He growled, biting at it, before moving lower.

His teeth grazed the top of her heaving breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath her shirt. He slipped one hand inside, teasing a nipple, and watched as she arched her back in response.

~All for him~.

Her hands moved, fingers threading through his hair, pulling. She craved more, she wanted him to quicken his pace.

He was unsure where this sudden desire had sprung from, but it was consuming him too.

He yearned to know the taste of every inch of her skin. He wanted to discover the sounds she’d make as he kissed, licked, and nipped at her. He wanted to witness her eyes rolling back and her head thrown back in ecstasy as he tasted her.

He wanted it all.

Alexander shifted himself down, lifting her legs and placing them over his shoulders. He pulled at her underwear and shorts, removing them both and causing her feet to lift off the ground.

He was less cautious this time—the nest was a pile of clothes.

He tossed them aside, diving in for his prize. One long stroke across her wet slit and the tip of his tongue found her clit.

It pulsed beneath his touch, and she let out a breathless moan.

She squirmed and tried to move away as he plunged his tongue inside. He was forced to wrap his arms around her legs, keeping her grounded and close to him.

She called out his name more times than he could count while her wetness dripped from his chin.

As he lapped up everything she offered, he slid in one finger, curling it inside of her and watching as she bucked off the ground.

Her fingers moved from his head to his neck, and he could feel her nails digging into his skin.

Was she trying to keep his head there or to remove it? He wasn’t sure. She probably didn’t know either.

She lay there, her head thrown back, lips parted, and all he could think was ~her~. Her laughter, her scent, her smile, the feel of her petite body against his. It wasn’t enough.

He added a second finger, feeling her walls tighten around his digits, her legs twisting, but never escaping his grip.

He moved his mouth up, wet lips smacking against her clit as he gently sucked on it.

Waves of contractions tightened around his fingers, and he felt her toes curl against his shoulders.

His name sounded like a symphony on her lips as she unraveled around him.

He lowered himself back down, savoring his victory, while her legs hung limp around him.

When he finally pulled away, he wiped most of the mess away with the back of his hand before nestling his entire body between her legs.

He kept them there, on his shoulders as he knelt. He struggled with his belt buckle for a moment before winning, and then he pulled his jeans and boxers down.

It required a bit of maneuvering, but he discarded the clothing away from them.

He pushed forward, testing the limits of her flexibility, and then he gripped his hard, erect cock, positioning it at her entrance.

The swollen head slid through her wet entrance, the excessive wetness nearly pulling him in without any effort. He maintained his grip on his erection, moving the head of his cock around.

She looked at him, captivated, wide-eyed, and panting.

His mind was blank. All thoughts of potential dangers, all thoughts of his workload, vanished.

It was just him and her.

Olivia.

She was his.

She was pleading for ~him~.

Needing ~him~.

He was an alpha. People always needed him; it came with the title. He did a lot, he helped a lot. But nothing made him prouder than the way she looked at him—like he was the solution to all of her problems.

He didn’t know everything about her yet.

He didn’t know enough. But he knew some of her struggles. He never wanted to see tears on her face, he never wanted her to be in pain. He wanted to give her everything.

It was frightening.

She would ask, and he knew he would give.

And give.

He’d always maintained his control, but she was a slippery slope. She made him forget what he was supposed to do. And he couldn’t get enough of her.

One touch, one kiss—it was never enough. He wanted to possess all of her. He wanted her scent on his skin.

He bent over, feeling the resistance of her legs, and he pressed one slow kiss on her lips.

Then he pushed in.

She moaned into his mouth, and he grunted, his head tilting forward so that he could press his forehead to hers. Her wetness had spread to her thighs, and the sound of slapping skin echoed in the small closet. It didn’t deter him.

He could push in so much deeper this way. He watched as every time he thrust in, he stole her breath away.

Her eyes were locked on his, her palms flat against his chest.

Her eyes were shimmering, and he wasn’t sure she was even blinking.

Just by looking at her, he could hear the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind. He didn’t need anything more than that.

His heart pounded like it was about to burst, yet he couldn’t tear his gaze away. She was breathtaking—her lips swollen, a red mark on her neck, her back arched in anticipation of him filling her again. She was his weakness.

As he quickened his rhythm, he found himself nuzzling into the crook of her neck, his nose grazing the mark. ~Mine.~

Her pleas were soft, whispered ~pleases~ and the gentle utterance of his name.

He could feel himself hardening further inside her. More. Faster. Harder. His thoughts were a chaotic mess, and he felt primal—~he was primal.~

When she climaxed, he barely managed to hold back.

Her soft moans and the scratch of her nails against his clothed back filled the room. If not for his shirt, he’d be covered in scratches. That was her fiery side. The side that never surrendered.

The side that made him work harder for everything he’d achieved so far. ~But he wanted her to take.~ He didn’t want her to just give. He wanted her to take all of him.

~Almost there.~

Her inner walls tightened around him, gripping him, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the way she was trying to draw everything out of him.

Olivia clung to his arms as if she feared he would withdraw. That should have been a warning, right? But he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to stop. He wasn’t going to pull away.

Deep breaths were drawn from his lungs as he released himself inside her, his lips hovering over hers.

He throbbed inside her, his arms trembling as he struggled to hold himself above her.

Sweat trickled down his neck. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to regain his breath.

He didn’t want to withdraw; if he did, he feared he might take her again.

Her skin was slick with sweat, pale and cool to the touch.

This was draining her. Too much. ~She needed to rest.~ He had to remember that. He needed to ~keep~ remembering that. If he could get her to sleep, he wouldn’t be as tempted.

And then, they would make it to the morning.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would think clearer. Tomorrow they would sort this out because…

Something was off. Something was ~very~ off.