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The entire world just saw that.
Omega Mighty, that has to be the worst part.
The Scenting Ceremony is one of the most widely watched parts of the Trials, which means millions of people probably just saw me squirming while the royals didn’t even try to hide their revulsion.
By the time I reach my room—chambers, whatever—hot tears sting the backs of my eyes. I don’t know if I want to cry, touch myself, kick the Royals, screw their brains out, or do all four of those things, but I do know it’s horrible.
It’s even worse that Mary immediately picks up my shoes when I kick them off. She’s been so kind to me that I feel terrible about snapping at her, but shit…
“Don’t worry about those,” I say sharply. “I can pick them up myself. Why don’t you go help the other Omega, Casey? Go help her get undressed. I can do the rest myself.”
The woman blinks at me, her gaze sweeping across my face before she nods, fuckingcurtsies, and then takes off. A frustrated scream builds in my chest, but it lodges in my throat as the tears finally leak from my eyes.
Finally,and mercifullyalone, I claw at the skintight gown they put me in, nearly ripping the metal zipper open before I finally find the tab. Once I pull it down, I peel the silky fabric off my body with sobs heaving through me.
My soaked panties join the dress on the floor and then I join them, too. Sinking down, I sit my naked butt right there on their thick, royal carpet, pull my knees up to my chest, and wrap my arms around them. Then I really let it rip on the crying.
What I should be doing is mentally cataloging every inch of my chambers so I can describe it to my mother in vibrant detail when I get home in the morning. At this moment, there’s also absolutely no doubt in my mind that Iwillbe going home in the morning, but I can’t bring myself to get up and study everything in sight.
The Royal Pack’s reactions play on a loop in my mind. Eventually, the disgust on their faces gives way to the memories of what it felt like to be in their presence. To be touched by them, even if in such a seemingly insignificant way.
Taiyo’s warm eyes and Wolf’s amused ones flash in my memory, followed by Kaz’s cold, but steady gaze. Well, steady until he scented me, but I block that part out. I remember the earl’s gentle touch, the lord’s much more confident grasp, and finally, the almost touch of the prince’s long fingers before he pulled back, leaning in to scent me instead.
The thought of it all is enough to drive me crazy, and eventually, I stop fighting it. My clit pulses like a homing beacon, and my nipples are so stiff, they’re sore. It’s not just them that hurt either. It’s my entire body—and my pride—but I’m not too concerned with the humiliation right now.
Denying myself is torture. Since my obvious rejection being witnessed by audiences worldwide was torture enough, I decide to hell with it. They might not want to touch me, but it doesn’t mean I can’t do it myself.
Pushing to my feet, I head into my en suite bathroom where the shower is the size of my bedroom at home. For once, I turn on the faucet and wait until I see steam rising before I take the longest shower I’ve taken in, well, ever.
The water pressure is incredible. I’m still so worked up that the warm spray on my skin makes me moan. When the first streams of water run over my nipples, a shiver races through me.God, I’m already trembling and it’s only water. What iswrongwith me?
Also, if this is what being around Alphas does to an Omega, I really should have brought the tiny vibrator I kept hidden under my mattress.Well, I would’ve had to if I was staying, which I’m not.
It’s almost a relief to know I’ll never see them again, but that doesn’t ease the need. Sliding my palm across the slippery length of my stomach, I pause with my fingers right at my mound.
My breathing hitches.
As if in response, my inner muscles clench, and I realize that yes.I am absolutely doing this.My hand dips lower. When the tip of my index finger brushes against my clit, the sparks of pleasure are so intense that it’s nearly paralyzing.
My legs buckle and my knees go numb.I’m definitely going to have to sit down if I don’t want to fall and crack my head open.
Thankfully, there’s more than enough space in the cubicle—which is more of a room—and I sit down with my back against the cool tiles, facing the showerhead and that amazing water pressure. Unfortunately, the showerhead itself isn’t detachable, but I scoot forward a little until there’s a constant stream of water covering my pussy.
Oh, fuck. That’s good. My muscles tense and my toes curl. When I reach for my clit again, I know I’m only seconds away already.
Allowing my mind to wander to the Alphas responsible for this, I imagine what Kaz’s full lips would feel like clamped around that sensitive bundle of nerves. I remember Wolf’s confident grip and wonder if that same confidence would be present if it was his fingers on me instead of my own. I think about Tai’s warm eyes and imagine them clouded over with heat and lust.
As I get closer to the edge, my mind conjures up images of their facial expressions earlier, but this time, instead of disgust, their features are contorted because of pleasured agony as they breathe me in. In my head, the water running over my pussy is their seed, and that’s what sends me barreling into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.
It’s so powerful that I have to shove a fist into my mouth to muffle my cries of ecstasy as I shake and clench against the shower floor.
When I can move again, I realize I’ll need to get out of the glorious shower. I’m suddenly a little sad this will be my last night here. I’ve certainly started something of a love affair with this shower, but after I climb out, dry off, and get in bed naked, I resign myself to leaving my latest and best lover behind.
If I ever get rich, I’m having a proper shower installed at my place.God knows, I could certainly do with a few more orgasms like that.
Relaxed and sated, I lie back on my bed. As the clock strikes ten, a bell suddenly goes off, and I struggle to remember what it means. I’m sure I was told.
Grudgingly, I haul myself out of bed and go to pull the little folder from the desk—the one that Mary assured me should answer any questions I might have.
