But in retrospect, the signs were there. It crept up slowly enough that I didn’t notice before. The suppressants have given me hundreds of chances to hop off the bus—I just haven’t taken any of them.
Suppressants are designed to prevent heat under normal circumstances. These stopped being normal circumstances the moment I let myself fantasize about Morgan.
And the full moon didn’t help. Basking under it at the marina, on the balcony… Did Morgan do that on purpose? Wasshe trying to trigger me?
There’s plenty of evidence to the contrary, but the mereideaof Morgan pushing me into heat on purpose, making me need her, is enough to send my arousal boiling.
I strip out of my sweaty, ruined suit and pull Morgan’s shirt over my head—she never asked for it back after that night we shared the bed.
Clumsy with need, I dump out the bag on the bathroom floor—two knotted dildos and alotof lube. I grab the dildo with a suction cup and stick it to the shower wall so I can fuck myself hard.
Her scent lingers in her shirt, and it drives me insane. I pull it up to my nose, taking a deep breath. I can’t tell if it’s making everything worse or if it’s exactly what I need.
It’s another leaky-bucket problem. The suppressants can neutralize a certain amount of the hormones that trigger heat, submission, and the general woes of being an omega.
But I’m piling in more and more stimulation, and the suppressants can’t keep up.
For any other alpha, I’d have no problem sprinting in the opposite direction.
But Morgan…
I want her. I want her so badly, and I keep reaching for those omega feelings, leaning into them.
Still, I’m not yet sure if that’s what’s happening, or if I’m just horny.
But Iamsure that I need to fuck myself harder, that I need to find release.
Heat coils at my core as I near the edge, my nose full of Morgan’s scent, remembering grinding against her, my cock in her mouth—
I scream as I climax, the sound echoing off the bathroom tile, loud and needy. I spurt onto the tile floor, driving thesilicone cock into my ass, but I haven’t taken the knot yet.
I pant and beg and moan, my body tingling with pleasure, but there’s no release. And there won’t be any release until Morgan’s knot is deep in my ass, until I’m filled with her, until her teeth are around my throat…
Okay, yeah, I’mdefinitelyin heat.
Morgan asked me to do my best, and I will. Yet, my body is conflicted. I want to obey my alpha, but I’m reluctant to take this knot that isn’t hers, still aching to throw myself back out on the balcony.
I’m too far gone to second-guess myself, and I scramble for my phone, then text Morgan,Tell me to take this knot for you.
If I just see the words next to her name, that should be enough. But a moment later, a voice memo appears. I hit play.
Morgan’s husky voice echoes through the bathroom and my brain. “Take that fucking knot for me and let it all out, baby.”
“Oh,god!” I cry out and shove myself down, the knot snapping into place.
Normally, that’s enough to make me cum.
Now, I only ache for more.
Another voice note appears.
“Fuck, I love how you moan for me,” Morgan purrs, a feral growl lacing her tone.
She can hear me?
Oh god, ofcourseshe can hear me.
I rock against the dildo, but I hardly feel the massive knot.
