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he tries to keep quiet, jaw tensing, but his lashes flutter, eyes nearly crossing when you pull out all the way before rolling your hips forward, pushing in to the hilt. the stretch has him gasping. the wet, obscene squelch of you thrusting into him makes him shiver, his hole greedily grasping at your strap.

you pull back til only the tip of the silicone remains inside, watching the way his hole so desperately tries to suck it back in, and you giggle softly, bringing a hand down on his ass, and he chokes, body jolting. the skin rises where you’ve just spanked him, a red blossoming on his flesh matching the pretty blush painting his pale cheeks, dusting along the bridge of his nose and kissing the tips of his ears.

reaching for the bottle of lube, you pop the cap before lifting it high and squeezing. you watch with rapt attention as the slick liquid drips along his skin, sliding over his ass cheeks and between them to paint along his hole and to the shiny, slick length of your cock.

“please,” he begs, body quivering beneath you, and you let out another soft laugh, tracing along the imprint of your hand.

“please what? ” you know what he wants, but you need to hear him say it, hear him beg for you to fuck him til he can’t remember his name.

“p-please,” he tries again, and he shifts his hips back a little, another inch of your strap stretching him. a high pitched noise leaves him, and it takes everything in you not to fuck into him with wild abandon.

“go on,” you urge, gripping a handful of his ass, the plush flesh giving easily under your grasp.

“f-fuck me, please. . .” he’s near sobbing, fat tears dancing along his lashes, a stray one tracking down his face when he tries blinking them away, a salty taste lingers on his tongue from his earlier crying. he’s shuddering, and you push his shirt up to gather at his shoulders so you can rub your hands down his back, reveling in the way he arches for you.

“you’re doing so good, you know that?” you praise, tracing a finger down his spine. he makes a soft, curious lil sound, and that’s when you notice he’s got two fingers in his mouth, sucking on the digits as a way to ground himself. drool spills from his mouth. the soft suction of his lips wrapped around his fingers, mingling with his uneven breathing and quiet sniffles, and you nearly thrust back into him right then and there.

there’s a deep throb in your pussy, entrance clenching around nothing. if he isn’t too give out after you make him cum, you’ll ride him til he’s begging you to stop, have his hands scratching at your skin, tears spilling from his eyes as you work his oversensitive cock. and before you know it, you’re rolling your hips forward, sheathing yourself inside his heat once more.

he’s caught off guard, a choked moan forced from his lungs when your hips meet his ass, the flesh rippling with every impact, the pale flesh reddening. your fingers are tight on his hips, digging into the skin, and he hisses at the pain.

without any thought, his hips are moving on instinct, pressing back against your thrusts. the arch in his back deepens, muscles trembling as his hips rock back into you, chasing more, a broken sob ripping from his throat. seeing him like this, so desperate, needy, and breathless, has heat boiling in your veins. you could nearly cum untouched. it's unbelievable. how’re you lasting so long, you don’t know.

his movements are stuttering—unrestrained—almost shallow at first, before he’s pressing deeper and then faster, his ass slamming against your hips as he starts chanting your name like a prayer, eyes rolling, fingers slipping from his mouth to grasp at the edge of the cushion. the sounds pouring from his mouth are pornographic, rising in volume the longer he fucks himself back onto you. if he isn’t quiet, anyone walking past could hear him. the thought alone has wetness dripping between your thighs.

you’ve completely stopped all movements, hands gripping and pulling at the flesh of his hips and ass, allowing him to do all the work, letting him reach his peak while completely falling apart on you.

“yes,” his breath stutters, and you’ve never heard him like this, like he’s trying to fight it but losing the battle, his voice trembling. “yes, yes, yes.”

you can tell he’s close with the way his whole body trembles, the leather of the cushion giving, creaking under his intense grip. he’s unraveling, shaking, barely holding on. “c’mon, chief, be a good boy for me. cum. ”

he’s whining so loudly now, hips moving with renewed vigor, hole greedily stretching along your strap, the silicone shining with lube. chief’s jerking harder and faster against you now, desperate as he chases his release, body quaking under the intense pressure. “a-ah, fuck—” then he finally erupts, muscles in his legs tensing, body shuddering violently. his release comes in hot, heavy bursts, ropes of cum shooting from his cock, making a mess of the leather.

and then you’re reaching between his legs, grabbing his cock, smearing his cum all over his length—wet, sticky, messy —as you jerk him through his orgasm, forcing him into overstimulation. he tries grasping your wrist to stop the movements of your hand, but he can’t stop the mewls spilling from his lips, eyes rolling so hard they ache. his hips jerk forward into your thrusts. the squelching, slick sounds pick up in volume the longer you continue to work his cock, a thick pool of cum puddling on the leather beneath him.

“s-stop, too much—!” his free hand slaps at the cushion as a way of showing his surrender, yet his cock continues to drool between his legs, thick strands of cum dangling from his tip. your hand slides down his length, wrapping around his balls and giving them a quick squeeze, a high-pitched moan escapes him, and then you’re releasing him.

you stay inside him, letting his hole grasp at the fake cock while he comes down from his orgasm, aftershocks making him tremble. “did so good,” you murmur, pressing a hand against his lower back, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin.

he whimpers quietly, the praise making the blush on his face darken. you can tell he feels a bit embarrassed. having come undone in such a way that was unlike him, letting you completely ruin him. or rather he ruined himself with the way he fucked himself on you. the image of him like this will stay in your mind til the next time it happens. which, if you have it your way, will be very soon, but he was a busy man. at least you can say you helped work off some of his stress.

“we have to get cleaned up, my dear chief.” yet you make no attempt at moving. the chief of the mbcc excusing himself to be with one of his sinners is not uncommon, however, when they were gone for as long as you two were, word starts to spread. “wouldn’t want anyone seeing you like this.”

you say this in a teasing manner, but you also mean it. you want no one seeing your chief in such a state. only you can ever see him so completely and utterly wrecked, tear tracks dried on his face, lips swollen, and ass reddened from how hard he’d been fucked.

he’s quiet for a moment, a shaky breath leaving him, and you slide your hands down his sides and back, softly humming to him, as he regains himself. “okay,” he says quietly, after a moment.

knowing you don’t have time to properly look after him like you want to, you settle on what you can do and say for now. you want nothing more than to clean him up and have him in your room while you pamper him, but you know that’s impossible right now. “later, we’ll have a bath, and settle in for the night, yeah?”

and his voice is quiet again, a soft, content sigh leaving him, “okay.”

you stare down wide-eyed and unblinking at your shaking hands til your vision blurs around the edges. tears gather along your waterline the longer you stand there. what the fuck are you supposed to do?

you aren’t meant for this. he needs someone else—needs an alpha.

but the thought of him with someone else makes your heart hurt, and your lips twist until they tremble as you try not to cry.

a needy, pained whimper cuts through your thoughts, and you whip your head around so fast it catches in your neck. you’re in the bathroom thinking about yourself and how you feel when your best friend is in the room, desperate for some relief.

“i’m coming alexis!” you hope you didn’t sound too unsteady. the last thing you need is for him to start worrying about you; this is about him and the help he needs.

splashing some water on your face, you grip the edges of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

“it’s going to be okay, he needs me.”

when you step back into his bedroom, you see him curled up into a ball, blankets upon blankets laid out and bunched up, soft pillows underneath him.

he gives another whine, trembling where he lies, one hand shoved tight between his thighs.

“oh, alexis.”

you’re quick to rush to his side, pressing in as close as you possibly can and as close as ness wants you to be. you run a hand through his soft hair, nails scratching along his scalp, and he lets out a soft little noise, leaning into your touch.

“n-need. . .” he’s gasping, body trembling as he grabs the front of your shirt with his free hand. “need an alpha.”

and that stings, makes your heart ache a little harder, even though you know he’s right. what were you, an omega, supposed to do to help him?

you’ve never been with another omega before, despite your wanting to with ness. sure, you knew how to get through your heats by yourself, but you’ve never helped a fellow omega out.

moving in closer, your knee brushes his thigh, and his legs are dropping open, inviting you in.

“i-i can help.” though you’re not sure if you’re reassuring yourself or ness.

then you’re lying down, pressing yourself impossibly closer to ness til you’re squished against him. and he turns his head to look at you, gaze lidded, darting down to look at your lips before they’re back on you.

hesitantly you move a hand, fingers splaying out against his chest. his heart’s beating so fast that you’d be concerned if the situation wasn’t what it currently is.

and then your hand is moving lower, sliding down his stomach til it reaches the bottom of his shirt. it had ridden up a little, showing you a peek of his soft skin.

you’d seen him shirtless countless times. it was the norm for you, but now, when he’s like this makes it harder to look away, to pretend it isn’t happening. when you lift his shirt up, exposing the expanse of his stomach, your breath catches just a little bit.

swallowing thickly, you redirect your gaze back to ness who’s already looking at you. it makes you gasp, because he’s looking at you like you’re enough. like you are meant to be here. with him.

you let out a stuttering breath, this moment here with him is something tender. something you’ve been craving all your life.

“i’m going to help you, alexis.”

“please. . .” he whimpers.

“okay,” you exhale deeply, hand venturing lower, fingers catching on the waistband of his shorts. they trail lower, smoothing over his bulge and giving it a soft squeeze. ness chokes, hips rolling upwards, mouth falling a little slack. when you do it again, his eyes flutter back til only the whites are visible.

it’s wet where you grope him, his slick having made his lower half a complete and utter mess. but it makes you hot, panties growing damper by the second, you can feel the arousal dripping from your cunt.

“don’t stop—please.” he begs, reaching down to drape his hand over yours as you rub up and down his covered shaft while squeezing in intervals. his cock gives a little jump, twitching under your palm as you press more firmly. he gasps, hips bucking up into your touch, desperate for release.

“c-can you cum like this?” and he’s nodding frantically, turning his head to nudge his nose against yours, eyes clenching shut.

“yes.” he pants, rolling his hips upward, applying more pressure to his needy, desperate cock. “feels so good.”

and your breaths mingle, lips centimeters apart, but neither of you makes the move to close the gap as if you’re both afraid of what it might mean if you do.

you’re massaging his bulge now, groping and squeezing til he’s falling apart in your hands, hips desperately chasing his release, body seizing up. ness gasps your name, voice cracking as he grinds his cock against your hand, a shudder tearing through his body as he gives a final few thrusts.

he comes with a loud, stuttering whine, completely broken. and you think he sounds perfect. the way your name falls off his lips makes your chest tighten.

hot, milky spurts of cum fills his shorts, bleeding through the fabric, the wet stickiness of his cum and slick coating your palm. for a moment you keep going, stroking him through it, drawing out the last few pitiful jerks of cum from his cock. he grabs your wrist, not to remove you or push you away, but to keep you there.

he’s panting against your mouth, eyes rolling lazily before they’re settling back on you, and when he licks his lips, his tongue accidentally brushes your lower lip, an electric shock lighting up your system.

“need. . .” he tells you, licking his lips once more as if he’s itching for another brush of your lips against his taste buds, the thought makes you shiver.

“i know,” you shush him softly, bumping noses as you give his cock a gentle squeeze. “can i take these off of you?”

he’s whining again, a high-pitched, desperate little thing, and you wait for a verbal reply, not wanting to cross any boundary. though you feel there were some boundaries crossed today. 

“i need to hear you say it, alexis.”

“please.” he begs, cupping your face with one hand. “yes, please. touch me.”

and that’s all the confirmation you need before you’re sitting up, the lack of closeness causing ness to make a displeased sound. but it’s short-lived as you’re kneeling between his legs, running your hands up and down his inner thighs, slipping under the leg of his shorts.

he’s trembling from the touch, goosebumps erupting along his skin, a shiver running up his spine. he’s staring at you with a heavy gaze, though there’s a soft tenderness there too.

or maybe you’re just imagining things.

hesitantly, you reach for his waistband, and his fingers twitch where they’re clutching a pillow underneath him. ness lifts his hips enough for you to slide his shorts down, and you let out a shuddering breath you weren’t aware you’d been holding.

there’s a mess of slick and cum, it clings to his skin in thick strands and damp patches while having soaked through the fabric. it causes you to pause for just a moment to take in the sight. his cock is still flushed and leaking, twitching under the cool air as his tip drools a thick string of arousal.

you don’t speak. can’t speak.

you try to, though, lips moving, but nothing comes out. and your eyes flutter while you try to get your breathing under control. you were never meant to see your best friend like this.

a soft call of your name has you glancing at his face. he looks absolutely wrecked, chest heaving, mouth parted as he pants, reaching out for you.

giving him a shaky smile, you extend your hand for him to grab, and he takes it, holding so tight his knuckles go white. you swear you can hear your bones creak. reluctantly you release his hand, not before he fights you on it, to grip at his waistband once more.

swallowing down the lump in your throat, you resume peeling his shorts off of him, avoiding his gaze as you do so.

once they’re off and discarded off to the side, you place your hands back on his thighs, running your fingers up and down his flesh, watching the way the muscles jump under your touch. you think he looks pretty like this—laid out beneath you, flushed, body thrumming with need.

ness’s eyes are heavy, soft with something you can’t quite place. you’re not sure you even want to, because then it’d make you think things you shouldn’t.

but then you’re pressing your thumbs into his inner thighs, rubbing soft circles against his skin just to watch the way he twitches for you. because pretending like this is enough for right now, as long as he allows you to keep touching him.

and pretending like he’s yours is easy when he’s looking at you like that. like you’re enough.

if only that were true, though.

you try not to dwell on your negative thoughts for too long, knowing that ness is still beneath you, needing your help. and he calls for you softly, lids lowering when you press in closer, his thighs on either side of your hips, legs bent at the knee.

carefully, you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, dragging your hand up in one smooth slide, a soft squelch followed by the movement. his hips give a little jerk, a soft, breathy moan leaving his lips as he allows himself to give in to your touch once more.

“you’re so pretty, you know that, alexis?” you choke out, glancing up to meet his heavy gaze.

he whines, gripping the blankets beneath him, and then his voice is rising in pitch, thighs splaying open wider when your other hand dips between his legs. “oh.”

the mess of slick that coats your fingers makes you ache, breath catching somewhere in your chest. it hurts—how much he trusts you, for some reason. you feel as if you’re not good enough to be seeing him like this.

tracing the tip of your finger around his hole, you watch with rapt attention at the way his jaw drops, as if waiting for you to give him what he needs.

and your finger slips in with ease, and it makes you tremble, actually, thighs clenching together. ness whines, a quiet pathetic sound, when you give an experimental thrust, feeling the way his hole clenches around the digit.

you know he can easily take another finger right from the start, the slick omegas produce makes them built for this. that’s not what you do, however. taking it slow, you carefully thrust your finger in and out at a languid pace, matching the rhythm of your other hand on his cock.

“more.”

his voice is incredibly needy, thighs quivering as you finger him and twist your hand along the length of him.

“please.”

you nod, unable to say anything, all you can do is give him what he wants. so you press a second one against his hole, the tip of your fingers breaching his hole, sliding in with a slick squelch. the sounds are obscene, picking up in volume as you increase the slide and glide of your fingers.

the filthiest moans spill from his lips, hips arching up. then you’re scissoring your fingers, stretching him open even though you know he can take another if you want him to. but you hold off for now.

“alexis.”

he whimpers in response. you can’t help but notice how his eyes seem out of focus, face flushed a pretty pink, the blush dancing across his cheeks and up his ears. 

“you have toys, right?” you ask quietly, easing in a third finger, causing him to choke on a moan, eyes rolling in the back of that precious head of his. he really is so pretty like this, coming undone beneath you.

“yes.” he pants, “b-box in the closet.”

“y-yeah?”

“mhm.”

then you’re releasing his cock, fingers slipping from his hole causing him to cry from the loss of contact. you shush him softly, running your hands along his inner thighs, dangerously close to his cock again. your nails trace soft circles into the skin, causing his length to twitch, arousal oozing from the tip and down his shaft.

it’s hard to take your eyes off the sight.

“i-i’m—” you clear your throat, eyes flickering up to his. “i’m gonna go grab a toy, okay?”

but he whines, like he doesn’t want you to leave, even just the few steps to the closet would be too much. “d-don’t—it’s fine, i don’t need it.”

“alexis.”

his bottom lip trembles, and then he’s nodding his head, allowing you to stand and make your way to the closet. you find the box he mentioned in the very back corner. the contents aren’t really shocking—a bunch of various toys neatly put away. you reach for a knotted silicone toy.

you grab one that’s not too big, but not too small either. if you stay with him throughout his full heat, you may need to grab a bigger one later when it gets to its worst, but for now, this will do.

“take those off.” is the first thing he says when you’re standing in front of him again. looking down you take in the sight of your gray sweatpants ruined by his slick, though you don’t mind.

your lips twist into a confused frown. “why?”

“i want to feel you.”

those words make your heart hurt a little. he wants skin to skin contact, wants to feel your body against his. your lips part, wanting to say something but unable to find the words, so you just nod your head.

you place the toy down in his nest beside him, he briefly glances at it before his gaze settles on you once again. with shaking fingers, you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your sweats, slowly pulling them down til they’re past your thighs, letting them go to pool at your feet.

ness’s gaze is heavy, and you’re not sure if you can handle the weight of it all, so you shift from foot to foot, avoiding his eyes.

“is this oka—”

“yes.”

that has your eyes snapping to his, nodding your head as you kick your sweats away. then you’re kneeling between his spread thighs again, your legs tucked underneath you.

carefully you grab the toy, dipping one hand between his legs again, swiping over his hole, and ness trembles beneath your touch. “i want you to fuck yourself, alexis.” you tell him, coating the toy in his slick.

he chokes on a sound, leaning up on his elbows to watch as you work the toy. “but i want—”

“i know,” you’re gripping one thigh, hooking it over a pillow to keep it spread, fingers dancing along the flesh. “i’m going to help you, but we have to work together, okay?”

he nods in understanding, and you can see the heat building back in his eyes, the way his lids drop, the twitch of his thighs under you. he’s spreading his other thigh wider when you press the toy against his hole, swallowing down thickly, you slowly begin pushing the toy inside. the moans that spill from his lips make you shudder, hand slipping from the toy before you regain control.

ness falls back into the blankets and pillows, mouth dropping as his eyes roll, hips rolling upwards, taking in more of the toy.

“f-fuck.”

you’re not sure if it’s your voice or his, the word lost between your heavy breathing, and the sounds coming from between his legs. it’s indecent, the soft, slick sound as the toy is pushed further inside, stretching him open.

he’s shaking when the toy is snug inside of him, hands wandering across his stomach, the muscles clenching and unclenching.

without thinking, you shift, lowering yourself beside him til you’re pressed snug against his side. your hand never leaves him, instead moving to his cock, gently wrapping around it as his hips give a little jerk.

you hook one leg over his, thigh draping over his to keep his legs splayed open for you, to keep him steady with what you’re about to do. the feel of his bare skin against yours makes you shudder a bit.

his breath hitches, and you hand moves slowly, deliberately. “go on, alexis.” you whisper, the slow glide of your fist against his cock, matches the soft clench of his body around the toy.

his lashes flutter as he moans, barely nodding, his hand slips between his parted thighs, gripping the flared base of the toy as he slowly pulls it out, letting his hole clench around the head of the toy before pushing back in.

his jaw tenses, a hissed breath escaping through clenched teeth as he begins building a steady pace. it’s a stark contrast to the lazy movements of your hand around his cock, squeezing and twisting around his head with every upstroke.

“you’re doing so good,” you praise, and he’s turning his head to look at you, nose brushing yours as he lets out a soft, stuttering moan before his gaze is back on the way you work his cock.

your grip tightens just slightly, fingers coated in a mess of his slick and arousal. he gasps, hips twitching, cock jumping in your hold.

“feels good?” you whisper.

he nods, whimpering, “y-yeah. yes.”

it sends a jolt through your body, the way he’s falling apart in your hands.

you move your hand up and down in long, firm strokes, cum clinging to your fingers and snapping with every glide of your fist. he’s tense under your touch, his usual pretty magenta eyes swallowed by black.

ness is close, you can tell, his toes curl into the blankets, the sounds between his legs picking up in volume the longer he fucks himself with the toy. and then when he turns, your faces are mere centimeters apart, lips nearly touching, his breath washing over you in warm waves.

you make the move first.

just a slight tilt of your head, lips firm but soft against his, a simple press of your mouth. you’re afraid he’ll pull away, that he’ll ask you to leave even after everything you’ve been through tonight.

but he doesn’t. he kisses you back.

it’s tender, sensual the way your mouths move in sync. the glide of your tongue against the seam of his lips, and when you dip in for a taste, you whimper. it feels right, kissing him like this. and you wonder if he feels it, too.

when you part for breath, there’s a thin string of spit connecting your lips, trembling from where it stretches, breaking when your tongue swipes out to lick your lips.

“want you to cum, alexis.” you whisper, nudging your nose against his, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. 

he nods, panting against your mouth, thrusting the toy faster til his chest is rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. and his lashes flutter, eyes desperately wanting to close, but not wanting to miss seeing your face.

you’re stroking along his length faster now, fingers tightening around his base before dragging back upwards, thumbing at the spot just beneath his head, causing him to whine.

he sounds so completely wrecked.

and you allow yourself this moment with him, allow yourself to think that this is the norm for the two of you, that he’s yours.

that this isn’t just you helping him out in a time of need.

his whimper draws you from your thoughts, you weren’t even aware you’d slowed down the movements of your hand. it’s only when you glance down to see him rolling his hips up into your fist that you realize.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, lips brushing his.

his next words have your body betraying you, and without thinking, your fingers tighten around his cock—his length hot and pulsing in your grasp.

“‘m gonna cum—”

“cum for me, lex.” and your lips are on his, swallowing down his moans as his hand moves rapidly between his legs, desperate and sloppy.

sweat clings heavily to his skin, further dampening the blankets beneath him, his hips lift up, panting breaths spilling from his lips, as he chases that sweet relief. and your hand never lets up, stroking him through it til he’s a whiny, whimpering mess.

he cums with a gasp, thighs trembling, as rope after rope of cum spurts from his cock, painting his clenching stomach a pearly white while he stutters out a moan. he doesn’t stop the desperate motions of his hands, fucking himself through his orgasm.

and you’re right there with him, stroking and twisting your fist along his length, drawing out every last drop of cum from his aching cock.

his body finally goes slack, limp, boneless. trembling. his chest heaves as he tries to regain his breath. his fingers loosen their grip around the toy, the fake knot keeping it inside of him. there’s a heavy smell of sex and slick in the room, mingling with his and yours scents.

then you’re slowing down your movements til you stop completely, letting his cock slip from your grasp. your fingers are slick and sticky, covered in his cum, trembling slightly. your gaze drops to the sight between his legs. his twitching cock and the messy, slick-coated toy make the heat in your veins boil.

“thank you.”

blinking rapidly, you lift your head once more. ness is staring at you with a tenderness you’ve never seen before, and it makes your insides knot. you want so desperately to kiss him again, but you’re not sure if that’s something you can still do, so you lie there with him while he catches his breath, neither of you having it in you to look away.

“you don’t have to go,” he says quietly, after you two have settled for the time being, like he’s afraid.

you say nothing, keeping his head pressed to your chest, stroking the strands of his hair softly. because for tonight you were enough, you’re not sure how the rest of his heat will go, but all that matters is the now.

ness takes your silence as a sign to continue, sinking further into your embrace, the heat coursing through his body cooled for just a moment. you both know he’d be burning up again, not too soon from now, but you both would deal with it when the time came.

“you didn’t have to help.”

it’s quiet after that, save for the sound of your soft humming. his chest rises and falls slowly as his breathing evens out. you’re sure your scent is completely engulfing him now, making his head spin with unwanted emotions, but you can’t bring yourself to separate from him right now.

that’s how ness falls asleep, limbs tangled with yours, nose pressed to the column of your throat, no thoughts of what all of this would mean for your friendship, the boundaries that have been crossed. the feelings that were left unsaid.

when he awakes the next morning, throbbing between the legs, he calls out for you, except you’re gone.

he begins to panic, desperately trying to move from the nest he’s created, desperate to find you to call for you. and he begins to break down, arms wrapping around his midsection, curling into a ball. he’s wailing, not sure if it’s because he needs you to cool the heat boiling his blood or if it’s because he’s scared that you’ve finally left after putting up with him for so long.

he doesn’t even notice your scent wafting into his room from the hallway or the sound of the door opening. all he can do is cry, because out of everyone he’s afraid to lose, out of everyone he’s ever cared about, it’s you.

he ruined what you had. pushed away the only person who ever wanted him for himself. it’s makes him cry harder, tears streaking down his face, his body wracked with a heavy sob.

“alexis?”

and he freezes, eyes blinking frantically to clear the tears.

“alexis, what’s wrong?”

he must be hallucinating, the haze draped over his form due to his heat messing with his head. but then you’re rushing next to him, dropping to your knees as you lean over him, bringing him into your arms.

“i thought you left,” he hiccups, forehead meeting your shoulder. snot and tears stain your shirt, but you honestly don’t care, too worried about your best friend.

“why—” you struggle to swallow, resting your cheek against the top of his head as you rock him back and forth, “why would I do that?”

“because you know what i want,” his shoulders shake, “you know that you can’t be what i want yet you still stay. why?”

you stare blankly at the wall, not responding quite yet as you think about what he means to you. how much you’ve both been through together.

“alexis, i would never leave you.” you tell him. and it’s the truth. no matter how badly you craved to be with him, knowing that he didn’t want you in the same way, you’d stay by his side.

“m-maybe we could find a pack that wants us both—”

that’s not what you want. you only want him. you never had any interest in alphas, despite what society tells you. you’d be miserable. you know you’re selfish, that it’s wrong to want him all to yourself. it’s unfair to put him in this situation. you never should’ve told him how you felt, it should’ve stayed with you until your very last breath.

“yeah, maybe.”

but you lie to him anyway.