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It never worked, but I kept trying cold showers like I would someday end up with a different result.
Practically ripping my clothes off in my haste, I threw myself naked into the blanket fort, curling up with a pillow against my chest. Tears leaked from my eyes at the lack of other scents surrounding me and I reached for the shirt I’d been wearing. It smelled like Caspian. Against my better judgment, I inhaled deeply, finding that his scent gave me some modicum of comfort.
More than being comforting, his scent made the ache between my legs more pronounced.
That was how Ozzy found me, naked, with my cunt soaking wet, my arms wrapped around a pillow and my shirt.
He appeared in the room out of nowhere, paws padding softly on the ground as he made his way over to me.“Oh, little fin, do you need anything?”
Before I could answer, he curled his body up against my side, fluff tickling and caressing my skin. ‘Little fin’ was a nickname he saved for when I was in a delicate place. He refused to tell me why that name or where it had come from, but it made me happy that he cared for me. Maybe in a more than simple familiar and witch capacity. I considered us friends.
“You didn’t hurt him too badly, did you?”
I flashed back to the last I’d seen of Caspian — with Ozzy halfway up his leg, claws dug in deep. He likely wouldn’t speak to me anymore, unless it was to press charges over my familiar assaulting him. The thought made my heart clench, breathing deep to draw more of his scent into my nose.
Snorting, Oswald licked my hip, his sandpaper tongue relieving the heat of my skin if only for a second.“You realize I’m a cat? A feline can only do so much damage.”He paused, licking me again as he purred.“He was concerned for you. And you seem plenty aroused by him. Might he make a suitable mate?”
If he was suggesting I take a mate, my situation was as bad as I thought. My familiar had always been on board with avoiding Alphas, helping me in any way that he could. Both in the avoidance and the murder. I couldn’t imagine many familiars lived as exciting of a life as he did, but he never complained.
“Not him. He’s investigating the murders.”
Ozzy had some choice curse words for that. I echoed the sentiment. I’d finally found an Alpha who smelled like a full meal, and he wanted to put me in prison. Or kill me. They apparently didn’t work for the AEA, so I had no idea of their intentions.
“You have to find someone.”
The reminder was wholly unwelcome, and I shook my head. “Sounds like next week’s problem. The problem at hand is getting through this heat without my heart giving out.”
“Your situation isn’t that dire yet.”
“And how do you know for sure?”
“How many heats have I helped you through, little fin? They’re getting worse, yes, but the pain isn’t going to kill you.”
I went pink at the reminder and the promise. One of my hands started sliding down my stomach, reaching the neatly trimmed bush I kept at the apex of my thighs. Before I touched myself, he was shaking his head, ears twitching with worry.“If you start that now, you’ll have a very rough week and I may stand corrected about you being able to handle the pain.”
Ignoring his warnings, I slid my hand down further, caressing my slick lips and rubbing the pad of my finger against my clit. “It’s going to be a rough week either way. His scent is driving me insane but keeping me grounded at the same time, Ozzy. Is that how compatible Alpha scents are supposed to affect me?”
My head tipped back to rest against the mountain of pillows as pleasure zinged through me at the sweet relief of being touched. Even if I was only being touched by myself. He was right about making it worse — if I didn’t touch myself, sometimes I could get through the week with minor pain. When I’d first revealed, not giving in had made my heats last a couple days instead of the full week. The longer I went without finding an Alpha, the less that was the case. My last heat I’d held on until the last day before giving myself an orgasm and it had been the most painful week of my life.
This time I’d much rather mix in some pleasure with the pain, considering how worked up I already was.
“Yes, that’s how it’s supposed to be when you find someone who is compatible as a mate.”He sounded strained.“If you’d like to touch yourself, I’ll talk you through it the way you like.”
A smile quirked the edges of my lips, and I pulled up my fantasy image of Oswald. His familiar form wasn’t humanoid, but his voice created a specific image in my head, had since the first time I’d heard it. An expanse of dark brown skin, curly black hair buzzed close to his head. A well maintained beard and mustache framing a big nose that was crooked from being broken in the past. Taller and wider than me, able to cover me with his whole body and press me down into the mattress. I almost felt the phantom brush of my fantasy man’s arms caging me in.
He rested himself down against my side again and I slipped my eyes closed. When we’d first done this, it had been difficult to get over how odd it was, but it helped. His voice brought me comfort and pleasure, the gentle instruction helping to satisfy one of my Omega needs.
I grabbed a soft silicone dildo from the table beside my comfortable nest. Its size had been intimidating when I’d first made the purchase, but the large cock gave me more pleasure than thinner toys had.
“Greedy today, aren’t you? Put the dildo down and test how wet you are with your fingers first.”
I listened to him like I always did. I kept my shirt with Caspian’s scent draped over my shoulder, but pushed the pillow to the side. Then I slid two fingers in me, feeling a slight resistance as they stretched me out. A third followed soon after, but the fingers were barely enough to make me feel full.
That was why I’d given up on using Nulls during my heats. It was easy to find someone willing, but hard to explain what was happening without giving anything away. I’d had to wipe their memories after. And their cock sizes were so wildly inconsistent that half the time I’d end up with nothing larger than my three fingers. It made my body feel worse. More desperate. In all my research I’d determined that Alphas had consistently large cocks, made for pleasuring Omegas.
The sounds I was making were needy and desperate, but I couldn’t form words. Hell, I could hardly form thoughts. Each thrust of my fingers made a wet noise, slick flooding the bed. My scent dampener was no longer doing anything to contain my perfume. I couldn’t smell myself, exactly, but my arousal hung heavy in the air.
Hips squirming, I tried to hit deeper inside myself with the fingers, letting out an exasperated groan when I had no luck.“You’re so desperate,”he said softly, tone infused with awe.“Needy. It’s fucking gorgeous.”
