HEAT
Heat
You were dying okay well not literally but you felt like you were on fire, you were in heat and Geralt was nowhere to be found.
You sat in the cool water well once cold water that was now lukewarm. You finally willed yourself out of the tub emptying it before dressing in the coolest nightdress you owned...summertime and heats didn’t mix, you were glad that sun was beginning to set cooling off your small cottage.
You climbed into bed a gentle breeze blowing in your room cooling your skin ever so slightly, you weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep but you were awoken by the sound of the heavy knock on your bedroom door.
-GERALT’S POV-
Geralt was tired, hungry and fucking exhausted he hadn’t slept in what felt like forever and when he did it wasn’t enough.
All he wanted to do was go home to you his omega. It took what felt like ages before he arrived at your little cottage. The lights were off except one in the kitchen you’d always left on for him.
Quietly unlocking the door slipping off his armor his heavy boots, swords. Then it hit him your scent you were in fucking heat, he felt his logic go out the window, and instinct had taken over, and in seconds he was standing outside your bedroom door.
“You’re in heat...let me help. Either unlock this door or I’m breaking it down.” He growled.
-YOUR POV-
You had awoken to the voice of your alpha, your Geralt. He was right outside your bedroom door you could smell him his scent so calming. You pulled the door open, two strides later he was standing in front of you his large hands cupping your cheeks as he pulled you into a deep kiss.
“My little omega...I’m sorry I left you alone.” Geralt apologized in between kisses.
You only nodded pulling him into your nest desperate for his touch, and he just as desperate for you. His large hands gripping and touching any part of you he could get his hands on leaving bruises in his wake.
And when he was done you were left exhausted and completely satisfied for now anyway, you were positive you’d never had so many orgasms before.
“You need to drink something.” Geralt his voice was firm but gentle as he helped you sit up handing you a cup of cold water, you hadn’t even realized he had left the nest. You pouted gently pushing it away, only for him to let out a low growl.
“Drink first and then you can rest.” He said pushing the cup towards you again.
You relented taking the cup and downing the water before setting it on the small table next to your bed.
Geralt nodded in approval pulling you back to his side.
“Later we’ll bathe and I’ll indulge you again.” He said with a smirk pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.