Page 19 of Healing the Alpha

“Okay, I’m getting you an ice pack.”

He makes to climb off the bed, but I lunge forward and grab him by the waist, ignoring the pain in my wrist. “You’re not going anywhere,” I say, the agitation returning all at once at the thought of him existing anywhere that isn’t this bed, specifically. Max lets me pull him back into the sheets until he’s half-straddling me, but not all the way down like I want to. “I don’t need anything. You can’t leave.”

Kyle’s face softens. “I’m literally just going to the kitchen. I’ll be less than two minutes, I swear.”

I tighten my grip on his hip, digging my fingers in harder than I probably should. “Two minutes,” I growl, my rut demanding that I keep him locked in place.

Max leans down and presses a soft kiss against my scent gland, and I capture his lips as he’s coming back up, my hand threading into his hair and pulling him closer. He sighs into the kiss, and I distantly wonder if he’s been thinking about this all day, too. I don’t know how long we kiss for, but I know it’s so good I never want it to stop.

By the time we pull apart, our lips kiss-bitten and slick, I’m dazed enough that I don’t do anything to stop Max untangling himself from my arms and slipping off the edge of the mattress.

A chill hits me as soon as he steps out of my immediate space, a spike of panic souring my scent as I watch his naked form disappear through the door, even as the visible stiffness to his movements sends a wave of filthy pride through my chest. The only thing that stops me from stalking him through the apartment is the pain that’s returning to my broken arm and wrist at an alarming rate as the adrenaline fades from my system.

He’s back before the panic can turn into actual aggression, carrying a bag of ice wrapped in a dish towel, two bottles of water from the fridge, and my painkillers. He doesn’t bother to pull any clothes back on before he slides under the duvet next to me, holding the ice gently against my wrist and brushing the stray hairs off my forehead.

“Take these,” he says, handing me two of the pills and a bottle of water.

“How do you know I haven’t already?” I ask, some of my usual smartass tone bleeding through as he frees my hand long enough for me to knock them back.

“Because I’ve been keeping track of how many pills are left in the bottle. You haven’t taken any since yesterday, idiot.”

He presses the ice back against my wrist, and it feels so good I could cry.

“Thank you,” I say, genuinely, and I hope the tremor in my voice tells him how much I mean it. So much more than I have the mental capacity to explain right now.

He gives me a long, steady look that tells me he gets it.

And then he pushes me back down into the pillows and lies his head on the flat expanse of my chest so I can bury my nose in his hair while he soothes my wrist, and the first tendrils of his softly returning scent seep into my lungs and somehow soothe everything else.

Kyle

For the next twenty-four hours, Max won’t let me fuck him in any position which requires the use of my arms. Which means that over the next twenty-four hours, Max becomes very, very adept at riding dick.

For the first few rounds he wouldn’t even let me stroke him off while he rode me, swatting my hand away every time I tried to wrap my fist around his weeping cock, but he eventually gave in when I promised to eat something and let him drag me into the shower if he’d let me make him come.

“I’m getting major déjà vu,” I grumble as Max switches the shower on, my belly full of the annoyingly healthy soup he forced down my throat half an hour ago. My cock is already hard against my stomach again despite Max getting me off four times since this morning, my rut nearly cresting its peak.

There’s a restless energy crawling under my skin that only seems to calm down when some part of my body is connected to, on top of or inside Max, and currently I’m none of those things and feeling like I’m on the verge of losing it.

“Let me see it one last time,” I growl, kneeling on the tiles behind him.

“You’re just gonna fill me up again after this,” he chuckles, but he leans forward slightly anyway, letting me spread his cheeks. “I won’t be clean for long.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I mumble, a totally irrational pang of despair slicing through me at the thought of washing all the cum I’ve deposited on his body down the drain. I stare hungrily at his hole, slightly swollen from use and still dripping with my seed from less than an hour ago. His inner thighs are streaked with it, sticky and dirty and perfect and thoroughly mine. My alpha settles slightly under my skin at the sight, satisfied.

“Water’s warm,” he murmurs, looking down at me with cheeks that are as pink as his well-used hole. I lick a fat stripe over his hole, tasting myself, and he rewards me with a full-body shudder.

I crowd him against the tiles once I’ve dragged myself away from staring at his ass, attaching my lips to one of his peaked nipples and pinching the other between my fingers as he angles the spray away from my cast. I’ll probably be embarrassed by how shameless I’m being about wanting to worship every part of his body once my rut has calmed down, but right now the need to be attached to him feels like a biological necessity.

Max chokes slightly when I clamp my teeth around his nipple, but he lets me do it, using the opportunity to pour shampoo over my hair and massage my scalp gently, the sensation making me hum against his chest.

“I wanna fuck you,” I mutter against his skin, not caring about the water splashing in my face.

“I know,” he says. “I want you to. But I, uh, think I need a break. Just until I’m not so sore. I’m not—I’m not an omega, you know.”

He says it like he’s trying to make a joke, be lighthearted about it, but I know Max better than anyone, and I can hear the hesitation in his voice as clearly as if he’d just shouted “I feel guilty about not being able to fuck my friend right now” through a megaphone.

I lift my head up so I can look him dead in the eye, taking his jaw in my fingers. God, he’s pretty. Almond eyes, perfect slope of a nose, masculine jaw. I’ve always been able to appreciate that he’s a good-looking alpha, but finally allowing myself to see him as fucking hot is something else.