*Sia*

I pull in my stall at my apartments and instantly shut the car off.

Quickly looking at Cam, I couldn't help noticing the twitchiness of his body and how he kept wanting to rub himself. He was trying really hard to hold himself back and it didn't help that his pheromones were off the fucking charts. I was doing everything within myself to keep mine in check, so it didn't fuel his need, hell both our needs, to find blissed release.

I step out, racing to his side and open his door. He still doesn't move, his eyes glassy and unfocused, his sweat stronger than ever of the sweet, amazing aroma that was like peaches and honey. It was intoxicating and I wanted nothing more than to sink my nose in his neck and bury my body into his.

But he wouldn't want that, and I needed to keep reminding myself with it.

Getting ahold of myself, I unbuckle him and lift him back into my arms even though it was pure fucking torture. My dick was straining painfully in my jeans, but I was determined to get him to my spare bedroom and get the fuck out of here before something happens that we'll both regret.

I wasn't lying when I stated that I wasn't like any of those other Alphas he keeps lumping me in with and I was going to prove it to him. And this was the first step in doing just that. Once again he attaches to me like a newborn koala with its mother. Taking two steps at a time on the stairs I get to my apartment in no time and unlock the door, rushing inside before someone else got a whiff of his pheromones and came out to investigate.

I didn't want anyone else smelling his sweet scent.

I stand in the foyer of my apartment, waiting. When he doesn't move and continues to breathe heavily in my ear, I gently try to pry him from my body. At first he resists but then slowly releases me only to slide down my body. It doesn't help either of us that we both could feel each other's erections. I was well aware what he was doing as he slowly grazes his hands down my chest, my torso, and lands just at the base of my pants.

He wasn't looking at me, his eyes actually closed, mouth slightly open as he breathes in deep breaths. I swallow hard and try to calm down my racing heart as I pry his hands from my person.

"We should get you to bed so you can try to sleep this off. I'll see if I have anything that could help flush it from your system." My voice sounded hoarse and rough as I start to walk away.

He was trembling so bad I was afraid he was going to fall right there on the floor. Reaching out to him, I quickly say, "Hey, let's get you to sit down." Just as his body starts shaking worse than it has before.

"I'm sorry, Sia, but I can't take it anymore. Please." He suddenly begs, clutching my shirt in his fists as he looks up to me, tears brimming his lashes, face flushed with heat as he looks lost and desperate.

Damn it. He looked fucking beautiful like this and that just made me hate myself more. Because this wasn't him, not the real him. And I have to remember that this was the drug making him like this, not him himself. Taking his fingers I clench them and slowly get him to release my shirt.

"You don't want this, Cam-" I start just for him to step closer to me in a desperate attempt.

"Yes, I do! I need this, please." He closes his eyes tightly, leaning his forehead against my chest. "It's getting so much worse, and I can't..." his breathing was getting more labored.

"You'll only regret this." I softly say, holding onto his hands tightly because I can feel myself waning, feel myself giving in.

It would be so easy too. To just give in to what he wants. But I know it wasn't right. Not like this. Not in this way. I couldn't do that to him. And I couldn't have him hate himself for it either after the effects were gone. Because he would. If there was one thing I was learning about Cameron Serrano it was that he hated to be taken advantage of in any way.

And this would be taking advantage of him.

So, with that in mind I try to steer him to my spare bedroom where I can lock him in. But he was a lot stronger than I first took him for. He held his ground, refusing to budge even though his breathing was heavier, his skin flush and dewy from the sweat, his limbs trembling.

"If you're not going to help me...then I'll do it myself. Right here...right in front of...you." His eyes was blown out, telling me that he was past his limit of control.

I don't release his wrist that I had taken a hold of trying to get him in a room. We both just stood there in the hall and before I knew what he was doing, he takes his other hand and undoes his pants to bring himself out.

"Cam what are you doing?!" My voice strained as my eyes turn wide.

He was really trying my damn patience here.

"I told you...I can't...take it anymore."

I couldn't help watching as he pulls his hard dick out and begins to stroke it in a desperate attempt to relief himself. But watching his face pinch in almost pain was too much.

"Damn it." I growl as I twist him around and force him up against the wall, plastering his back to my chest.

He gasps in shock and pleasure, our bodies zinging in harmony when they collided together. Leaning close to his ear, I couldn't help taking a large amount of his scent into my nose, my body shaking from the pure force of it. But no matter how much he wanted me to ravish him, I couldn't do it. I won't allow my body to take complete control because of his unexpected and forced heat. My mind had to stay clear throughout all of this.

"I'm not going to give you everything you're body is forcing you to want right now, Cam. But I can help you to ease the suffering just a bit." I whisper in his ear, making his spine stiffen then shiver from the deep husky way I said those words.

"Please." He whispers back and I could hear it.

The desperation mixed with defeat. Just like I had known it. He didn't want to succumb to his omega desires, the desires that were being flushed through his veins that wasn't of his own accord. Knowing that, hearing that, did something inside of me that made me wish I could do anything to make it stop.

Placing his hands on the wall in front of him, I take his hips pressing his ass against my swollen member that was straining painfully inside my jeans.

"I'm going to give you some friction, but I'm not going to pull it out. Use me as your source of release Cam. Focus on pleasuring yourself while using me to get yourself off."

He mewls softly as he begins to stroke himself, pressing more firmly against my dick and starts to rub tentatively at first, but once my bulge hit his hole through the fabric of our clothing he rubs harder, faster, his breathing more labored as guttural sounds pass his lips. I hear the sounds of his hand stroking feverishly.

I wanted to move, to grab him while digging my erection into his hole. My skin was burning hot, and my mind wanted to shut down so my body could take over, so my inner wolf could take complete control. But I would never fall prey in this kind of situation. With Cameron, with anyone. Because that wasn't the type of Alpha I am.

"T-Touch me. P-Please I need you to touch me Sia." He begs, his voice breathy and stuttering as he moans, rubbing against me in circular motions now.

"Fuck me." I nearly growl as I slip my hands under his shirt, feeling his soft smooth skin.

Not trusting myself, I keep my hands on his hips, rubbing my thumbs tenderly in circular motions against his spine. Fuck, he was so small, so tiny. Maybe not as tiny as Tristan, but he wasn't too far off. As soon as our skin contacted it was like a burst of electrical zaps hitting me everywhere. And hearing Cameron's gasp followed by a mewling sound started to make me pound against his ass a little, to give him what he needed without penetration.

"I c-can't. I need m-more." He nearly sobs with a cry.

Leaning against his back, our bodies once again doing that amazing shiver, I snake my arm around his waist and whisper, "I'm going to touch you, but only here."

I slip my hand over his that gripped his shaft, engulfing his warmth. The touch of his arousal mixed with his precum nearly undid me. Closing my eyes tightly, trying hard to keep my mind focused of the situation and keeping my pheromones in check, which was a feat of its own, I slowly begin to help him stroke.

It was difficult to keep myself from thinking that he was in my arms with my hand on his pulsing cock that was leaking like crazy. It was enough lubricant for me to slide my palm against his soft, yet hard member, going at a speed that starts to make him tremble and gasp in pleasure.

"Fuck." He breathes out as he allows me to take complete control of jacking him off right there in my foyer.

Both hands on the wall now, he presses back grinding against me, still making those mewling sounds that was doing crazy things to my brain. I wrap him with my other arm as his breathing becomes quicker and more unstable.

"I'm g-going to cum." He gasps out and I pull him up against me as I start pumping faster, a bit more firmer.

"F-Fuck, S-Sia!" He cries out and I watch him shoot his load into the air that lands right on my wall in front of him.

Fuck that was hot.

He slumps against me, his eyes closed, his breathing still labored. He looked gorgeous and so damn tempting. I needed to act fast before I lost sight of what I was doing. I knew this wasn't going to satisfy his cravings one bit.

So, with what little self-restraint I had left within me, I swing him right up into my arms and take long pounding strides to the spare bedroom. I keep my eyes straight ahead refusing to look down at the temptation that was nearly breaking down all my walls. Bursting the door open with my foot, I quickly head for the bed and gently deposit him on the covers. I was losing so fast that I couldn't risk trying to lay the covers over him much less taking off his shoes.

So, I did what I needed and got the hell out of there. I quickly lock it before shutting the door. It wasn't for my protection but for his. But I prayed he wasn't foolish enough to unlock it and seek me out. With that in mind, I needed to get out of this place and cool down.

Locking my apartment door I lean against it and take a deep calming breath. Looking down I feel the hard bulge still straining, still unsatisfied, and needing to release the pressure. The best thing to do right now was to get away from his pheromones that was now submerging my apartment.

It was going to be a long night for the both of us. And I just hoped he didn't resent me for what we did.