Page 20 of Toy No More

The woman strolls up to me, pursing her plump lips before smiling. “I spoke to your lovely handler back there…” She pauses and points. When I glance toward the front door, Rya’s waiting there and nods firmly to confirm. My toes curl in frustration, but I give none of it away on my face. “She said you’re exactly what a girl in need such as myself might want.”

Ugh. She knows damn well I don’t like women. Why did it have to be me?

“Oh?” I raise a brow, meeting her eyes boldly. This is a game. I can pretend with her just as I do with everybody else. Slowly, I move my hand on the bar toward her and touch her arm. The way her pheromones pour out is a response clear enough—what I’m doing is working.

“And this girl here is very much in need,” she whispers, moving closer until she stands right against me, looking down from the few inches of heels and extra height she has on me.

“Then follow me,” I say, taking her hand.If only I had that drink.

Once we get into one of the private booths, it becomes apparent that the reason her pheromones are so strong is because she’s in rut. I don’t know if it’s that or the difficulty of the past few days that makes it harder than usual for me to pretend, but I do anyway, because she paid to enjoy herself, and my job is to please her.

We make out and undress, with her taking charge right away. Her kisses are hungry and rough, and her pheromones fill the room to the brim.

I try to let myself be subdued by them, to surrender to the pleasure.

She whispers sweet nothings into my ears, and I moan in response as my mind slips again. I wonder about who she is and what made her come here. Her light brown skin blends into the color of the beige sheets as I stare at her hands wrapping over mine. My vision blurs and my breath hitches once she enters me.

I don’t even know her name. In a way, she’s no different from the men yesterday. Only with a little more talking. As if that’s supposed to matter.

“Moan for me more,” she begs. Jasper’s exact words from the morning echo through my mind, sending those uncomfortable tingles through my limbs. It is like my soul is trying to exit my body, pushing out against my pores, but it can’t.

I bite my lip, attempting to focus, but her pheromones keep getting stronger. Alpha in a rut…is not something an omega wants to encounter when it’s not someone they trust.

Push through. You need to make her happy.

In an attempt to speed this up, I release some of my scent and tilt my pelvis, allowing her even deeper access. She tugs at my pierced nipples while her breasts brush against my back. Her kisses turn into light bites across my shoulder blades.

I want it to be over.

“That’s it,” I hear the echoes of her voice, muffled by my pounding heart. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

With a gasp, I widen my eyes at the sudden pressure shooting through my insides.Oh no. Not this.Uncontrollable panic pours into me, getting into every nook and crevice. No matter how much I want to control it or fight it, it’s too strong. As she knots me, I unintentionally tighten around her, creating more pain. It’s like all I can perceive is her pheromones. Nothing else exists, only her and the grip she has on me. I desperately try to draw a breath, to claw against that suffocating cloud surrounding me, but it’s useless.

Not like this. I don’t like this. I don’t want this!

I press my lips together and shake my head, suppressing the tears welling up in my eyes. She didn’t even say anything.

You should have known.

She should’ve warned me.

You have to handle this.

It keeps going. The pressure. The waves of her scent consuming my mind and my body. I can’t breathe.

It will be over soon.

I end up on my face, trembling and taking sharp, heavy breaths against the pillow. My entire being’s on fire—tender and sore and so damn sensitive to the touch. So when she brushes her hand against the bottom of my back, I tense up and twitch.

The point of no return is slowly building up inside me. There’s nothing I can do to stop it. The chills, the tingling in the tips of my fingers, my heart palpitating… I can’t be like this in front of a client.

I manage to push myself up on all fours and roll out of the bed. With my head dizzy, I barely grab my clothes and throw them over myself before rushing out of the room. I hear something behind me; her baffled words of confusion, probably.

At this point, she no longer exists to me.

Working with only a narrow tunnel vision, I somehow make it into the backroom and the toilet. I nearly slip as I shove open the door, landing on my knees. Hyperventilating, I wrap my trembling fingers against the toilet bowl, hovering above it.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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