NC-17

He was a sick pervert, he told himself. Here they were cuddled together, brought that way out of fear and understanding and he couldn't control the throbbing in his lower half for the life of him. If she were to wake up, he couldn't even imagine what her reaction would be. He slowly moved his arms off her waist and tried to move over on the old mattress. The only problem was that Max was gripping him tightly. The look on her face as he began to move away tore at his heart, and she was still so cold. If he stayed, his erection was sure to get worse, but if he moved away, Max might wake up or her seizers may start again. It was a catch twenty-two and he couldn't come up with a solution.

Max moaned lightly, pushing herself towards Alec. She could feel the loss of his warmth even in her sleep and she didn't like it. She liked him to be near, she even seemed to sleep better. Of course, she could never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

Alec looked down at her, then squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He didn't want to look at her the way he was. He didn't want to have the feelings for her that were so close to surfacing. He forced his eyes back open, and looked at her once again. Enchanted by her rare beauty, he brought his hand to the side of her face. He ran his fingers over her soft skin, sucking in a breath, when she whimpered beside him.

Dammit to hell, he cursed to himself. Why the fuck did she have to be so close to him? And why couldn't he just go back to sleep? He knew why, because he was afraid for her. As much as they fought during the day, at night, and especially now, all he wanted was to protect her. Alec wanted to make Max feel safe and if she needed him to hold her to do that, then so be it. But that didn't help make his hard-on any less painful, or his need to touch her go away.

Tracing her full lips, he felt her body quiver against his and he hated himself once again. What the hell was he doing anyway?

As Alec condemned himself, Max stirred beside him. She became acutely aware of the bulge probing her mid section. She nearly laughed at the pained expression Alec dawned on his face. His eyes were closed and he had no idea she had woken. His hand still cupped her cheek and Max could feel the radiant heat warming her.

The feel of her skin under his warm fingertips was driving him insane and soon he knew that it wouldn't be enough. If he didn't leave the bed right then, he wouldn't be able to stop from touching other parts of Max.

Shifting to his back, he recoiled his hand, and removed Max's arms from his waist. He sat up and tentatively motioned to get out of bed, even though the urge to stay was heavily weighing on him. Finally he stood, looking down at her small features, he breathed deeply, forcing himself out of the tiny bedroom.

Making his way to the bathroom, he stripped off his boxers and let the shower run cold. Hopping in, he let the nice coolness of the water wrap around him and willed his groin to stop pulsing with heat. It wasn't helping. Despite all efforts, his body was still hard as a rock and not willing to cooperate.

Max pretended to be asleep when she heard his frustrated sigh and then watched him leave the room in a huff. Somehow the room seemed to lose the warmth it once possessed. She moved to his side of the bed and sniffed at the spot he has just left. It was still warm to the touch and smelled so completely like Alec, she wanted to savour it.

The shower began to run in the other room and Max could only imagine him naked under the pelting spray, coated in dripping water. She unconsciously licked her lips at the thought.

Then she knew without a doubt, she was in heat. There was nothing to stop her, as her skin began to warm. The sweat was already forming on her fine features when she made her way to the bathroom. She tried to stop herself; to have some restrain, but it was useless. Alec's scent was in the room and doing things to her that she forgot were possible.

Alec stayed under the ice cold water, disappointed that nothing was happening. He sensed he was being watched and then his other senses kicked in and he was assaulted by her essence. That very feminine, feline scent that was driving him wild and probably the cause of his throbbing member. He turned, fully aware she was in the room.

The sight of Alec naked, baring everything for her eyes alone sent shivers down her spine and when he turned to face her, her eyes focussed on his very prominent display centered between his legs.

"Max, don't come any closer," he told her, more harsh than he intended, almost growling. The closer she got, the more he wanted-no needed her. But she kept walking until she was at the showers edge and she stripped Alec's shirt from her body, along with her own tank.

Alec watched as the clothes hit the floor, leaving her bare breasted.

His restrain was slowly waning, but he had to try to talk some sense into her-into them both. "You're in heat, Max."

"I know," she told him, not backing off, staring at him as if she wanted to devour every part of him.

"We can't..." he purred, angry with himself for not noticing sooner. He could have left the house. He could have given her time to deal with it alone, but he had been too concerned about her to recognize any of the signs. Hell, between the seizers and the coolness of her body there hadn't been any indication she was in heat. But now it was painfully obvious, as she made her way into the shower, inches away from him.

"We have to," she told him desperately. "There's no one else. I need this and I can see you do too," she told him, clasping him within her hand. She stroked his length slowly, and watched his features darken with lust. "Don't deny me," Max begged, using that sweet pouting lip that just about made him suicidal.

Before he had time to think, his lips were crushing hers in heated passion that came as no surprise. He drove his tongue into her mouth, searching the sultry confines. He was a drowning man, desperate to find buoyancy to save him. But she offered none, instead she pushed him further into the ocean with no chance for redemption. Her fingers ripped violently through his hair and tore at his back. She purred seductively into his ear, assaulting his lobe with a dangerous bite.

His breath shallowed as he picked her up by the hips pinning her against the tiled shower wall. His erection grinded into her soaking wet jeans. He desperately dragged the blue material from her long legs, touching her thighs with strong exploring hands. Then he was there between her legs touching her like he had only imagined. Her head flew back hitting the wall hard, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but finding the ultimate release that she was sure Alec would give her.

Alec tried to stop himself, but he couldn't. At that moment there was virtually nothing that could stop him from touching her.

"Aleccc!!" She whimpered as his tongue descended on her nipple. His hand cupped her breast bringing the raised ruby to his mouth. He suckled, he feasted, he got his fill and then moved to the next, giving it the same treatment. She tasted so sweet. So incredibly sweet, he wanted to bite her, just to get to more of her nectar. Over her lips, down her neck and to her shoulder his tongue swept across her skin. The taste devine, the feeling surreal, the emotions overwhelming, it was hard not to get lost.

Max couldn't take it any longer and she nipped at his skin, leaving an imprint of her teeth on his neck. "Alec, nowww!!" She whimpered, pressing against his erection, not fully able to take him in.

He moved to her opening and she spread her legs for him. Rational thoughts began to hit him, and he cursed his brain for being so late. He watched her eyes flash as he looked at her. She didn't want to stop and he didn't know how to make her. Not that he wanted it to end, but he knew if they continued, she may hate him when it was over.

He tried desperately to pull himself away but she held on tight. She couldn't wait any longer and before Alec had a chance to think, she plunged down onto his shaft.

"We have to stop," he told her breathlessly, the feeling of their entwined bodies clouding his mind.

"We can't stop, not now," she begged, pushing him even further inside her.

"You'll hate me," he moaned, when she shifted, bringing him further inside her hot core.

"I won't. Oh God, I won't," she told him, moving against the stiffness inside her.

"You better not," he nearly screamed. Then his hands were back on her hips, moving her up and down with great force. He held her so tight, there was sure to be bruises when it was all over.

But the feeling was unlike anything they had ever experienced, as the heat exploded between them, sending slick sweat down their bodies despite the cool deposits of water on Alec's back. She tore at his skin when she felt him wholly inside her, filling her completely. He moved inside her pressing her against the wall, faster and harder with each stroke.

As the orgasm ripped through her body, she let out a single tortured cry, his name, escaped her lips. She was spent. Letting her head rest on his strong shoulder, she could barely stand when he left her body and put her back on the ground. He held her, when she teetered, swooping her into his arms despite the tired ache from holding her so long and the injuries that were still very much prominent on his body, although to a lesser degree than before.

He walked them back into the bedroom, settling her down on the bed before he lowered himself beside her. Max was asleep as soon as she hit the cool sheets, but snuggled against Alec when she felt his presence beside her.

Alec sighed, frowning slightly. Even though they had sex and Max had consented, he knew he would be blamed somehow. He just hoped she could keep her promise and not hate him in the morning. With that thought looming in the back of his mind, he held Max tight against him, stroking her still damp skin, knowing sleep would not come for him that night.

TBC