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Why did his heat have to arrive now, of all times? How was he going to go through this, with the current state of events? Was it already too late for suppressants? Could he take some now to postpone the whole ordeal? Did he even have any suppressants?
All these questions swirled in Leo's mind as if riding on a roller coaster and making him nauseous and dizzy. He belatedly realized that he hadn't thought to keep any suppressants in his bag when he had left from the university for the full moon run.
Dammit, he hadn't been to his apartment in so long now. He wished he was there now, alone, so he could cover up this mess. As soon as that thought popped in his head, another jumped in as well, that made him resent whoever the kidnapper of the two pups was. Thanks to that stupid kidnapper, Leo couldn't even spend his heat leisurely, despite having a mate now.
Leo could feel his strength fading from his body, fire igniting and enveloping his body and he knew it was too late for suppressants now. The clothes on his back were already starting to make him itch and his wolf was desperate to tear them off him. He could feel his vision swirl as his eyes glowed due to the his wolf threatening to take over. His breath came out in gasps and pants.
Hot, why was it so hot in here?
Leo couldn't wait anymore and started taking off his clothes.
His boxers, which were actually Aleksandr's...off.
His t-shirt, which was actually Aleksandr's...off.
As soon as he was naked, he gathered the discarded clothes, puffed them into ball and brought them to his nose, taking a deep inhale to catch the remnants of his mate's scent.
Leo had always liked Aleksandr's scent, though generally it worked amazingly well in soothing and calming him, today it was as if his mate's scent lit a fire to the fuel that was already burning inside Leo.
Leo could feel his cock leak with precum just after one inhale. He kept the clothes on the pillow and buried his head in the scent as his hand moved to stroke his cock.
Just the touch of his bare hand made his eyes roll as Aleksandr's scent enveloped him. All thoughts left his mind, except the idea of his mate coming to find him and touching him, grazing and caressing him with his large, rough hands. Leo was moaning shamelessly now.
His hole, on his backside, had puckered up and was starting to demand attention. Leo let out a long cry, calling for his mate.
His head was devoid of everything but his mate.
Mate, mate, mate, Aleksandr, mate, Sasha...
His own hand was not enough anymore. Leo wanted something else, so much so that he was breathless and panting, letting out tiny whimpers of need.
Why wasn't Aleksandr coming to find him? Where was Sasha?
His head rolled around and he gave up on trying to cum with his own hand. Desperate to try something else, he lay flat on the bed and started rubbing himself off the mattress. The friction from rubbing himself was rough and exactly what the omega needed.
Rough friction...rough hands..rough handling.
Suddenly the door opened with a bang and through tears of arousal and frustration, Leo glanced back to look at Aleksandr, desire swimming in his eyes.
Aleksandr's face was contorted, as if he was barely controlling himself, his teeth had extended and he was already letting out low growls.