Their Omega's Heat

Seven: Awakening

Pain tore through me.

Every muscle tensing, screaming with strain and agony as I curled in the bed, finding it empty.

My stitches pulled as I moved, rolling further, trying to go to the bathroom, unsure if I was going to throw up or need a cold shower.

I couldn't speak, my throat tight and only a groan left me as I slid to the floor, crawling and shuddering with pain.

I tried to call for Jaxon or Jace, but my voice came out strangled and a whistle of pained air instead of words.

The thought of them turned my pains to fire and I gasped, falling to the floor for a moment as pleasure rocked me.

My clothing was too constricting, my skin was too sensitive.

I tore the clothing, claws forming in desperation, and I whimpered as I shredded the clothes, apologetic, but the relief of cold air on my bare skin made me sigh.

I pulled the scraps off me, panting and crawled to the shower, not caring which way the handle was when I pulled.

Icy water tumbled down, making me jolt as my Heat flared, the water becoming steam as it hit me.

The pain and fire battled, raking through me like lighting and I found myself in the fetal position, sobbing.

I heard my name be called, but I couldn't answer.

It came again, suddenly in my ear. "f**k, Melody." It was Jace. His voice was strained and low, but I knew he was close. I could smell his wonderful scent.

Another sob broke from me as my Heat surged, my legs squeezing together, and my arms wrapped around my stomach.

"Baby," Jace whimpered, his hands on my arms, lifting me gently into his lap as he sat under the water. "I'm so sorry," he whispered against me, tucking me into his chest and rocking me.

He helped me bathe, the presence of him helped soothe my pains, and I was able to stand up.

"W-where did you go?" I asked weakly, feeling possessive and pathetic as he wrapped me in a towel.

He cupped my cheeks, tilting my head to meet his sapphire eyes, his long hair was braided and, now wet, stuck to his forehead and cheeks. "We were at Pack training, we thought you'd be asleep a bit longer." He gave an apologetic smile. "I sorted something that should actually help, though." He guided me to the bedroom by the waist, supporting me and sat me on the edge of the bed, going to a cabinet beside his bed.

I peeked at it curiously, seeing it was a medical stash.

"What's that for?" I asked curiously as he filled a syringe with a bottle from a small fridge section in the cabinet.

He smirked at me, his eyes and hands focused. "As Pack Doctor, I have access to some fun mixes." He set the needle into a small tray and grabbed a few other items, closing the cabinet and came to my side. "I made a little concoction," he held up the needle, "it's a muscle relaxant and painkiller, so it should help with your pain." I leaned back on my elbows, a smirk on his face at my submission and trust.

"I thought Akira and Mabel..." I trailed off, distracted by his hands on my thigh, moving the towel higher and caressing the side of my leg.

He chuckled, looking at me through his lashes. "They are, small sting." He mused, setting the needle and plunging, his hand on my thigh squeezed gently, a small moan and flood of pleasure overriding the injection. He gave a cocky smile, pressing a cotton ball to the bleeding spot. "But I oversee both of them, I'm just on a break for personal business." He winked at me, making me blush and sit up, taking hold of the cotton bud while he moved to my ankle, pulling off the soaked dressing.

"I forgot..." I stopped, seeing the wounds looked red and angry.

Jace's expression pulled with worry as he cleaned and checked over it. "Your healing seems quite slow, baby." He muttered.

I shrugged. "I'm still human."

He rose a brow at me, considering something for a moment as he rebandaged my leg and placed it down.

"When's the last time you Shifted?" He asked, helping me stand.

I narrowed my brows in confusion. "Shifted?"

He blinked at me, a concerned expression flashing. "Into your Wolf."

I recoiled, shaking my head. "I don't. It's dangerous."

He steadied me, his hands on my waist as he looked down at me, his eyes soft.

"It was dangerous." He said gently. "But you're safe now," he kissed my forehead, sighing. "Your Wolf provides you with benefits when you allow them to be a part of you."

"I can smell and hear fine," I grumbled.

He sighed again, seeming frustrated.

"Your healing is incredibly human." He grumbled back, leaning away to stare down at me.

I blushed under his gaze, knowing he knew much more about this world than me. "I've only ever Shifted a few times...The last time was six months ago." I admitted.

His eyes narrowed. "That explains why you don't feel mind-links. Without your Wolf's help, your natural Werewolf abilities have been locked off so as not to overwhelm your human side. Making you weaker than others." I felt a pang of sadness in my heart at his words, ducking my head.

"I was scared," I said pathetically.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tender hug. "I know, sweetheart." He whispered, kissing my hair. "But, it's why your Heat is so strong, letting your Wolf free will ease some of the problems." I nodded against him, hugging him back.

"I'm sorry I'm not a very good mate."

He growled at me, and my head snapped up, seeing him glaring down at me with canines bared.

I whimpered, trying to step back but his arms locked around me, keeping me against him.

"Never say that again." He growled, leaning until his lips were just above mine. "You are a gift, given to us because the Moon Goddess saw you as our perfect match."

His eyes bore into mine, leaving no room for me to argue, or think he didn't believe what he said.

Emotions welled inside of me and I leaned up, brushing my lips against his.

His hand cupped the back of my neck, keeping me there and deepened the kiss, he nibbled my bottom lip, making me squeak and press into him.

He smiled against me, his hand on my back pulling the towel free from around me and cool air kissed my skin, making me shiver.

He stepped into me, pushing me back and we fell into the bed.

"Do something for me." He breathed as he kissed down my jaw, moving his mouth to my neck and his hands gripped my waist.

I moaned at his strong hands, his tongue flashing across my neck before he bit down gently. My legs locked around his hips, grinding against him.

"Anything," I breathed back, my head tilting to give him more access.

I felt him smile, his teeth pulling on my skin gently to make me shudder and grip his shoulders. He rocked his hips against me, flooding me with arousal and pleasure at the feeling of the thick length pressed between.

"Show me your Wolf." He rumbled, kissing down to my collarbone, one of his hands moving to my breast, squeezing it and pinched my n****e.

I bucked against him, moaning at the rush it brought. He growled, his hips pinning me but giving me enough space to continue the action. "Sweetheart." He rumbled, his mouth falling to my other breast as he squeezed me.

His tongue circled, and his teeth grazed; his hand pinched and squeezed.

The length between his legs pressed against my core, my excitement wetting his pants as I ground against him more, feeling my sensitivity heighten.

I shuddered and moaned. "Alpha," the word slipped from me, my mind fogging and I didn't understand where it came from, but he growled in approval and lust, suddenly moving.

His arms wrapped around my thighs, throwing them over his shoulders and pulling me while he knelt beside the bed.

Jace smirked at my blushing face, his tongue peeking out as he lowered his head. I collapsed backwards as his tongue slid across my flesh, slow and deliberate as he dragged it up and down in slow nods.

His hands pinned my hips, stopping me from moving and forcing his tongue deeper. He was agonisingly slow and gentle, seeming to savour the feeling as he leaned deeper, his mouth covering my p***y and his tongue plunged.

I cried out in pleasure, his groan of enjoyment mixing with the noise as his tongue flicked, plunged and dragged.

He held me against his mouth, eating my flesh and juices like he had nowhere better to be, enjoying himself.

He groaned and growled at my noises and shuddered, his tongue starting to intensify and focused on my swelling nub.

"Alpha," I moaned loudly as his tongue swirled and he sucked.

He growled a chuckle in response, repeating the action and then speeding up, his head shaking slightly.

My hand gripped his hair, unsure if I intended to push him away or push him harder against me.

My hand tangled, and I froze, his tongue rubbing a spot, and my stomach tightened.

I gasped, shaking. Jace noticed, growling to make me moan before he turned ravenous, feasting from me until the feeling exploded and I was screaming out, hit with a wave of ecstasy and pleasure.

His face stayed between my thighs, his tongue dragging and cleaning the flood I'd created. My hand fell from his hair, my mind raced with my heart, and my body felt heavy.

With a final, slow drag and a flick across my clit to make me cry out, meeting his blown pupils as he licked his lips with a satisfied smile.

I panted, sitting up on my elbows as my legs and stomach shook. My Heat felt soothed for the moment, my mind clear for the first time as Jace crawled forward, stealing a kiss from my lips with a smile before he stood up.

"Come on, baby girl." He cooed, his voice sweet and loving, holding out his hands for me.

I sat up, took his hands and let him guide me to the middle of his bedroom.

"Let's see that beautiful Wolf." He kissed me again, making me smile shyly but I was washed with the desire to experience my Wolf, to show my Alpha the form I denied for so long out of fear.

I couldn't deny the sense of freedom and power I'd felt when I'd transformed, but each time, I'd come too close to danger, too close to losing control of the impulses of my Wolf side. Even in my human form, I had to relearn to control my anger, my instincts to attack when threatened and to bear claws and fangs.

But, under Jace's caring gaze, seeing the sparks of his own primal instincts flaring naturally and unrestrained - I wanted to accept the part of myself that made me worthy of my mates.