Her alpha scent must have triggered my heat, even though it was faint, suppressed. Mine should have been suppressed too. It wasn’t. I’m a fucking idiot.
Once a heat has started, suppressants can reduce the severity, but they can’t stop it. The only option is to let it run its course.
I consider calling Mom. And saying what? I’ve lockedmyself in the bathroom and I’m horny out of my mind, sweating through my clothes? No. Absolutely not. I need to deal with this myself.
I can stay here for a while. Wait until everyone else goes home. But that might take ages. The locked bathroom might be suspicious. No, I need to get out, get home as fast as possible. The heat is only going to get worse with every second that passes. I’m lucky tomorrow is the weekend—I won’t have to call out sick my second week of work.
Fuck, my cock is throbbing. Dripping. Aching to escape my jeans. The thought of putting my shirt back on makes my skin itch, and the sweater would be complete torture. But I can’t exactly walk out of here topless.
I need to let off some steam, release some pressure. My fingers brush my cock through the fabric.
No. That’s a bad, bad, bad idea. It’ll only make things ten times worse.
I can’t think straight. I close my eyes, but all I can see is her rippling abs, leather and whiskey still clinging to my nose, the command in her voice still tingling on my skin.
Wait, that’s it. I can’t be the only omega who’s gotten myself into trouble like this. I bury my face in the icy water from the tap, rake it over my skin, and muster my focus. This time, I actually read the tags when I scroll through the jerk-off-instruction videos.
Fuck, just the tags are turning me on. This was a terrible idea.
But there—public arousal, exhibition, edging. My earbuds are in my pocket for the train ride home, to drown out the subway’s hideous squealing. I cram them in my ears and start the video.
“Keep your fucking clothes on, you bitch,” the alpha snarls. My spine straightens in response. “I don’t care how hotyou are, I didn’t ask.”
I hastily yank my sweat-drenched shirt back over my head, the fabric sticky and uncooperative. My sweater goes on easier, but already I’m burning up. At least it covers the bulge in my jeans.
“I want you to wring the sweat out of those clothes for me. Later. So get them nice and drenched for me.”
Calm washes over me. Anything for an alpha. Anything.
“Take a deep breath with me. In… and out… good. Fuck, you’re going to soak those panties for me. I can’t wait to smell them later.”
It’s for a female omega, of course. But I’m beyond caring. And he’s not wrong. Male omegas ooze plenty of pre-cum. What we’re supposed to be lubricating, I have no idea, but it’s probably vestigial. Like male omegas ourselves.
“You can look normal for me, can’t you, omega? Your heat is for me alone…”
It’s working. I’m winding up like a trebuchet, something going taut through my spine, but I’m calm for now. I text Lily,I think I’m coming down with something, left early. Sorry to bail. See you Monday!
Her reply is almost immediate.Oh no, get well soon! Sorry I got so distracted!
Normally I’d send a long reassuring message. I’m too far gone for that, so I slip the phone back in my pocket, take another deep breath, and push out into the hallway.
The movement shifts my jeans over my cock, forcing me to suppress a whimper. But my oversized sweater easily hides the throbbing bulge, so at least there’s that.
I’m in a trance as I scan my train pass, wait on the platform, and stand inside the rumbling tube of the subway car. The video suddenly escalates, hitting the release portion. I hide my sudden groan with a cough, quickly skipping the video backto the beginning. Almost there. I’m almost there.
I climb the stairs at my station, cock pinching with every step. I keep my focus on the alpha’s words.
As I emerge from the station, I don’t recognize the block now that it’s dark. Wait, did I come out the east entrance or the west one? It takes all my focus to pull up the map on my phone and punch in my address. I stare at the screen as it guides me to my front door, then I fumble out the key and let myself in.
A neighbor in the hall nods at me. I wince. Nod back. I’m lucky they don’t want to make friends any more than I do. I dive into my apartment, and the door clicks shut behind me.
I pull out my headphones, and the video keeps playing on speaker.
I stand by the kitchen counter, staring at my phone, still in that strange trance. It doesn’t matter where I am. I need an alpha to release me.
“Now, let me see what you did to those clothes… fuck, so wet… peel them off for me…”
I obey, piling my sweater onto the counter, then my shirt, then my jeans. Only my briefs remain. I lean out over the stone countertop, sighing at the cold.
