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“Give me your knot. Please, please, please.” I was begging, sobbing, arching into him, demanding he fill me as I was meant to be filled.
He probably thought it wouldn’t work, that I was a beta. Telling him I was an omega would have made the whole thing way too serious, and I didn’t even consider it. His knot teased against my opening, driving me further into a frenzy. Then he pushed a little harder while I lifted my hips.
My body opened for him, for that swell of flesh that it knew would fit so well. I felt a deep stretch, a combination of pleasure and pain, as his knot breached me. Just like that, he was in, his knot expanding and filling me in ways I couldn’t have imagined.
Our collective shout must have woken the entire floor.
“Fuuuck.” His head was thrown back, and he was panting, gripping me close as he managed short little thrusts, his cock held in place by the knot inside me. His low voice vibrated through my chest. “I didn’t think… Oh my god…”
The swell of his knot hit pleasure centers I didn’t know I possessed, sending me into the longest orgasm I’d had, before or since. I could barely breathe, my pussy clenching down on him in drawn-out pulses that were wrecking him, his groans strangled and guttural. We were both riding an endless climax, pushing together as we went over the edge again and again.
It was a good thing I couldn’t get pregnant, because no condom could have survived the jets of seed that spread warm and deep inside me and trickled down my thighs.
Eventually, his thrusts slowed. My pussy clamped down once more, making us both cry out, and then we were locked together. Sated, but still joined. I might have had a fleeting thought about the awkwardness of the situation, but it felt too good. His arms were around me, making me feel safe. I closed my eyes, falling asleep on a satisfied sigh.
I woke the next day to an empty bed. At first, I couldn’t believe he had just disappeared. There was no note, no evidence he had been there at all except for some damp spots on my sheets and my pleasantly sore body.
I was torn between feeling like a sex goddess and feeling rejected, overall deciding I was probably not a one-night-stand kind of girl. Even though it had been amazing, his vanishing act weighed on me, made me feel empty. I told myself it was no big deal, that I’d get over it. Soon, I really did have bigger worries.
Within a few hours of waking, I felt a familiar ache in my lower stomach, but I tried to ignore it. Until I couldn’t. Sharp pain was building, and that was my final wake-up call. Taking a knot must have brought on my heat earlier than I’d expected it.
My heats were uncomfortable but usually not too bad. I had alpha-sized vibrators and toys that got me through the worst of it. This was different. The worsening pain gave me a clue that this was not going to be a usual heat.
Now that my body knew what it was like to take a knot, the toys didn’t cut it. I wanted to feel that fullness again, and more than that, I wantedhim. When I was in the middle of the heat, I couldn’t hide from the truth. I couldn’t play games and pretend it had been nothing. But he was gone.
After a day spent in agony, I called the campus health clinic. A kind doctor came to my apartment, saw the state I was in, and gave me the highest dose of suppressant that was safe. For three days, I suffered. I got extensions from teachers for my final assignments.
When it was all over, nothing was different, and yet everything was. I graduated, moved in with my parents until I found the job at Templeton, then got my own place. I made friends, and I tried to forget about that night with the alpha.
The man whose name I didn’t even know.
Staring up at the ceiling above my bed, I watched the early morning light crawl across the wall. I had a big day of socializing ahead, but my mind kept going back to that night. The amazing high of the connection I had felt to him. I wished that, after seven years, I could let it go.
What was the moral of the story? It probably wasn’t that being with an alpha would always lead to heartache. There were times when that was a comforting lie I told myself to soften the blow of being passed over, but I was a big girl. I knew he hadn’t made any promises.
No, the lesson was that no matter how much I wanted to be strong and tough and independent, I had a tender heart. I had given it to him, even if I hadn’t intended to. I needed to guard it.
After the incident with Jonah and Toby, I’d spent a full day considering whether to meet the McAllister pack. Whether the risk of rejection was worth the potential reward, whether my heart could take it if I was still alone at the end of it. I’d decided to take a chance, trusting that I could pick up the pieces if it didn’t work out. That little spark of hope, remembering how Jonah had reacted to me and vice versa, was too tempting to ignore.
But I would need to protect my heart. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
I’d called Toby and arranged to meet them at a nice outdoor café, after my sister’s party. Well,duringher party. Having another engagement was my excuse to leave early, and I refused to feel guilty that I needed the escape hatch. It was self-preservation.
I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, ready to wash away memories from seven years ago and focus on the day ahead. Mom and I had chatted, and she’d assured me she wouldn’t push me at any alphas. Kat had hinted that she had a beta guy she wanted to introduce me to, and while it was kind of horrible to think of him as my backup plan…he was my backup plan. Having options was always good.
And I didn’t know if the McAllister pack evenwasan option. They were interesting, from what I could dig up about them online. Jonah had an artist website that I was already familiar with, his work an unique mix of screen prints and oils. Then there was Toby and his identical twin brother, Luke.
Toby worked at a tech firm and had some tutorial videos up on coding that were pretty nicely done, if a little dry. Luke had videos too, but his were silly skits with friends and clips of him climbing or snowboarding.
It was funny how different they were, the two brothers, both in personality and appearance. In contrast to Toby, Luke had short hair and no glasses. Maybe he wore contacts? His clothes were more stylish and casual, his body a bit more broad and sporty. He seemed outgoing, while Toby seemed more reserved. Two halves of the same coin.
Then there was William McAllister. They had taken his family name for the pack, so it was an easy guess that he was their leader, the one who steered them and made the big decisions. Packs usually had that kind of dynamic, from what I knew of my dads’ and their friends’ packs.
William was a senior vice president at a financial services firm, and his business profile was all I could find on him. Fair or not, that was, therefore, my impression of him. A kind of boring and straitlaced business guy. His black-and-white headshot on the company website made him look serious, even severe.
Four guys was a smaller pack, although not that unusual. Less intimidating for me, so that was a good thing.
In the shower, I kept thinking about what I knew of them until the water got cold and I had to get out, face the day. I picked out a nice sundress with a floral pattern and took extra time with my hair. I was going to give this a real shot, dammit. What did I have to lose?
