Hugh looked around the messy room, but Eric was nowhere to be seen. “Eric?”
A whimper sounded from the direction of the other door.
Hugh strode toward it and pushed the door open.
Fuck.
The kid was curled up into a ball on the bathroom floor, rocking back and forth. He was only in an undershirt, his face flushed, and his lips bitten red. His light brown fringe fell into his eyes, which were glazed and unseeing, tears falling down his cheeks as he whimpered miserably.
The omega’s nostrils flared and his gaze snapped upward.
Hugh had never seen anyone move so fast. Between one blink and another, Eric collided into him and was attempting to climb him, his mouth latching onto Hugh’s neck. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, sucking hard, his voice barely intelligible. “I can’t—I can’t stop. I need—”
“I know, sweetheart,” Hugh said, stroking the young man’s back. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m here to take care of you.”
Eric moaned, all but rubbing his body against Hugh’s, his hands roaming all over Hugh’s back, trying to squirm even closer to him, which obviously wasn’t possible. Hugh stroked his back, holding his breath as long as possible to keep his head clear of the pheromones. His suppressants were working but more sluggishly than usual, as if Eric’s pheromones were too potent to completely block. Or too compatible with his.
The omega in his arms shuddered and came against his thigh. “Sorry,” Eric mumbled into his neck again, sucking on Hugh’s scent gland. Despite his orgasm, his hips didn’t stop gyrating, and he was clinging to Hugh with all his strength.
“It’s okay,” Hugh said, dropping a chaste kiss on top of his head. “Come on, let’s get you to the bedroom.”
Eric’s hand gripped his shirt. “You won’t leave?”
“No,” Hugh said. “I promised to be here, remember? I’m here to help you. I’ll stay with you as long as you need me.”
“I need you,” Eric whispered, still grinding his cock against Hugh’s thigh. “Please. I need your cock, doctor.”
Hugh stared at the opposite wall. There was so much wrong with that sentence he didn’t know how to react. “I’m sorry, kiddo,” he said gently. “But that’s impossible.”
Eric whined—or cried. It was a horrible noise that tugged at Hugh’s heartstrings and made him feel like a monster for denying him.
“Come on, let’s get you to the bedroom,” Hugh murmured, hoisting the boy up and carrying him to the bedroom. Eric immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and rubbed his bare ass against Hugh’s cock.
Hugh gritted his teeth, breathing shallowly, as he deposited the young omega on the bed. He tried to straighten up, but Eric didn’t let go, clinging to him with all his strength, and Hugh toppled onto the bed, crushing the omega under him. Eric moaned, looking absolutely intoxicated. He didn’t seem to care that he was crushed under the weight of an alpha twice his size. If anything, he seemed to relish it, his hips still jerking and seeking friction. “Please,” he mumbled deliriously. “Cock. Want your cock in me, Hugh.”
Hugh sighed and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long night.
***
It had been a long two days.
By the evening of the second day, Hugh was exhausted. It wasn’t physical exhaustion, even though he hadn’t slept in two days—taking care of an omega in heat released a hormone in an alpha’s system that kept his energy level up without food; biology was smart that way. No, it was mental exhaustion. It was incredibly hard to fight his own nature, even with the help of suppressants, when he had a pretty, naked omega in his lap begging him for his cock. For two damn days.
Eric was his patient. Eric was a teenager nearly half his age. He would not fuck him. He was the one in control, not his instincts.
“Hugh—Hugh—Hugh…” Eric was riding his lap hard, sinking onto the dildo Hugh was holding for him, every thrust producing a wet, squelching noise that sounded beyond obscene.
Hugh stared at the dildo disappearing between Eric’s pale thighs—it was coated in slick. He wrenched his eyes away. But he was only a man. And he looked back.
Fuck, get a grip.
“I can’t,” Eric croaked out, his unfocused eyes looking at Hugh pleadingly. “I can’t—it hurts—something is wrong.”
Hugh averted his gaze, his jaw working. He had been afraid of that. The heat had lasted too long. It should have ended already. Vos omegas like Eric usually had pretty weak, short heats that lasted just a single night while the Vos moon was at its fullest. The moon was waning, but Eric’s heat still hadn’t ended.
He’d hoped that allowing the omega to scent him and holding him while he used toys would be enough, but it had been a fool’s hope. A fake cock and a fake knot clearly couldn’t give Eric the relief he craved, considering his hormonal issues and the imprint.