I paced the living room of the rented apartment furiously, biting my nails as I went. My body felt too hot and too cold. Agitation itched all along my skin. Things were progressing far too fast. I’d gone from feeling slightly odd when holding Nathan’s hand as we abandoned the car, to now, a mere couple of hours later, not feeling like myself at all.
One thought haunted me and refused to let go. Repeating over and over in my mind with no mercy and no escape. It may have been a stupid thing to fixate on, but I was powerless before it.
A key slid into the lock and I jumped, heart racing but Nathan’s delicious scent calmed me down instantly. He walked in, arms laden with shopping bags.
“Why am I going into heat now?” I demanded.
Releasing the words that had been going around and around my head. All the times I had longed to finally go into heat. To be normal. And now, when it was a terrible time, it was happening?
To my immense surprise he flushed and looked guilty. I watched him in astonishment as he walked over to the open-plan kitchen and carefully put his bags on the island. I had been voicing my frustration. I had not expected him to have an answer.
“Nathan?” I asked, when it became clear he wasn’t going to say anything.
Finally he walked towards me, only to stop several paces away. He gave me an anguished look. He fidgeted with his hands and then placed them behind his back.
“Mr. King had suppressants put in your food. I didn’t know where they were kept, so I couldn’t bring them.”
I stared at him in absolute horror. I could barely comprehend what I was hearing. It could not be true. How could my father do this to me? And Nathan had known? He’d always known?
Suddenly, I rushed up to him and hammered my fists against his chest angrily.
“How could you!” I yelled. “You knew how much of a freak I felt! How upset I was about it! I bared my heart to you and you… you said nothing!”
He stood stoically, accepting my rage. His delicious scent washed over me, all Nathan and masculine. It flipped a switch in my brain. I whined and pressed my body against his, my hands wrapping around the back of his neck, my mouth descending on the exposed piece of skin where his top two buttons were undone, and licking eagerly.
Some part of me was cringing at what I was doing. But it was a very small part of myself and very easy to ignore.
Nathan shuddered, placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him gladly and he started carrying me briskly towards the bedroom. Excitement made me dizzy, was he? Were we?
He dumped me on the bed in a sitting position. I looked up at him but he didn’t look at me. Instead, he emptied one of his shopping bags onto the bed. I stared at the contents. Sex toys. A huge collection. He straightened with a jerky movement and strode out, locking the door behind him.
“I’ll be right outside,” he said softly, but there was a strange tightness to his voice.
Humiliation and rejection flooded through me like a physical pain. My chest hurt, my eyes watered. Everyone, absolutely everyone wanted an omega when they were in heat. People fought to the death over it. It felt so amazing, it was legendary. Nevermind the pheromones that drove everyone wild, even humans.
But Nathan didn’t want me. Why did he hate me so much? I must be really hideous. Extremely repulsive. The knowledge hurt. It burned. It was an agony like no other.
I threw myself down to a sprawl on the bed and howled my pain and my need. Misery overwhelming me until I thought I might die of it.
“Eli! Please! The neighbors!”
He was crazy if he thought I could stop. My body was burning up, my mind clouding with want. He had destroyed me with his rejection. I couldn’t possibly contain it all within me. My wolf insisted on howling to call someone else who might want me, who might help me.
“Eli, your heat is making you not think straight. You need to start playing with yourself. It will make you feel better”
His words drew my attention to my very hard cock. My clothes suddenly felt restrictive and unbearable. Whimpering, I tore everything off. Being naked was far better. But even the sheets felt wrong against my skin. There should be someone else’s skin touching mine. Someone else should be caressing me, filling me. This was all wrong.
A tiny part of my rational mind was still functioning. It made me wrap my hand around my cock. It told me if I came I’d feel better. It was wrong. I knew what I needed, and that was to be stuffed full of cock until my insides were rearranged. But touching my cock did feel good. My hand pumped and my hips thrust. A short, sharp orgasm trembled through me. Unsatisfying and succeeding only in coating my fingers in cum.
I whined deep in my throat and started again. I needed more. Wanted more.
I spilled two more times but it brought no relief. If anything, it made me more desperate. I wailed in dismay.
“Eli,” said Nathan calmly. It sounded like he was just the other side of the door, pressed up against it. I wanted him to come in. I had never wanted anything more.
“I think you need to use the toys. You need to come from… your hole.”
He sounded so awkward and uncomfortable. At first I was annoyed but then I relented. Talking about your best friend's hole can’t be easy. If my heat wasn’t driving me out of my mind, I’d probably be dying of embarrassment. But with my heat raging the only thing I felt was dismay that he saw me only as a friend. Still, what he was saying made sense.
Hastily, I ripped open the packet of the nearest toy. It was large and obscenely pink, but I didn’t care. I lay on my back, spread my legs and brushed the tip against my hole. Then, gritting my teeth, I slid it in. I was aghast at how easily it went, my body greedy for it. I had expected it to hurt or at least feel uncomfortable. But my slick drenched hole all but pulled it in.
I groaned. It felt good, so very good. I hadn’t realized how achingly empty I had been. But the silicone was tepid and too firm. It didn’t carry the silken warmth of a cock. How I knew this, I had no idea. I was merely a slave to my instincts and what they were telling me. My wolf whined in confusion. It was almost what it wanted, whilst also being not at all what it wanted.
My hand flew back to my cock. This time when I came, my ass clenched around the toy lodged in my ass. It didn’t feel right. I didn’t like the sensation at all. The toy was too hard, too unyielding.
My hips bucked, thrusting my cock in and out of my hand. My body desperate for a release that was satisfying. But everything I did was a tease and only got me more aroused, more frantic.
I howled my frustration and pummeled my cock. Nothing had prepared me for how intense heats were. I could not believe I had wished for this.
“Eli! Don’t touch your cock!”
Could he see me? Was he peeking through the hinges of the door? I didn’t care. I tried to obey him. I kept one hand on the bed, while the other slid the toy in and out frantically.
“I can’t!” I gasped as my hand flew back to my throbbing cock of its own accord.
Nathan swore, unlocked the door and strode in.
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