Page 14 of Game On

“Really?” I asked. She made it sound like a hard drug.

Her nod was serious. Tara pulled up her arm, and pointed to a small beetle. “This was my first one, and was supposed to be my only. But obviously after I had one I couldn’t get enough. It’s why I now have… more than I can count.”

As I ran my finger over the black and gray beetle, her breath caught slightly. She was so sensitive to any touch—not just sexual. And something about that called to me deeply.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door, announcing the arrival of our snacks. Reluctantly, I peeled myself away from Tara to head to the door, grabbing the tray from the attendant. A cart with a glass water jug and gold spout on it got wheeled in.

I thanked the beta who brought it and shut the door, carrying the tray of snacks to the bed. I set it down and grabbed two large cups of water before coming to sit on the bed with her.

Tara was splitting the cookies, eating just the sugary frosting from the center with long licks before setting the actual cookie back onto the tray.

I picked one of the halves up and popped it into my mouth, having to maneuver around the muzzle, but luckily there was aflat space in the front that they fit through easily. “You know what you’re doing should be a felony, right?”

She snorted. “I know. I only do this in heat. I just need the straight shot of sugar.”

I continued picking at her cookie halves, glad I’d also opted for some of those snack cakes so sugary they could melt your teeth. “I guess you can be let off with a warning this time.”

We enjoyed the snacks in a comfortable silence. Tara finished off her glass of water, and I quickly got up to get her another—though she only drank half of that one before it found its place on the nightstand. Snacks were soon forgotten too as her eyelids drooped, the little omega shifting towards me hopefully. I moved the tray off the bed and offered my arms so she could nestle in.

I could tell she’d brought a blanket of her own, probably wanting her own scent for comfort, the little rabbits on the purple plush material a soft white adorned with little cherry clips on their ears like barretts.

Her head rested against my chest, and I buried my face in her hair, letting myself bathe in her scent. Addicting. Dangerously so.

“You smell so good,” she said, like she’d been reading my mind. “Never smelled anything so good.” Her words were now for sure ninety percent being cum drunk and ten sleep deprivation, but made me smile either way.

“So do you. So sweet.”

“You smell like… blueberry pie. My favorite.”

I’d never had someone describe my scent as blueberry pie, but it was cute coming from her. Even if it made worry gnaw at my insides, were alphas supposed to smell sweet? Or were we supposed to be like, I don’t fucking know, gunmetal or something?

I pressed down my worries, letting her presence soothe me as I ran my fingers through her hair. It wasn’t long until she drifted off, and I followed along after her, falling over me like a warm blanket.

My eyes blink open slowly,but there’s no change in light since there’s no windows. It takes me a moment to remember where I was, what I was doing, over the sensation of my sweaty-sticky skin pressed against another warm body.

Right. Heat Hotel. Alpha.

I had no idea how I forgot. That strong, buttery-sweet scent hit me in an instant, taking me right back to the night before.

I rolled over and there he was, my alpha, the side of his face buried into the pillow. Even with most of it covered by the muzzle, I could see it in the way the tense little divet between his eyebrows had faded, he was relaxed.

Last night was… hazy, and even now I could feel the cloying hunger in my gut of the heat flaring. But, at least for a moment, I was able to look at the alpha clearly.

Charlie, he’d said last night.

I cuddled against his back, wondering what he looked like under the muzzle. If I had to guess based on the rest of him, abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.

His chestnut hair was shaggy, loose waves not quite long enough to fall in his eyes, but close. His lashes were thick and dark, resting against chiseled cheekbones. I lifted a finger and ran it over his chin. It was obvious he shaved, but his five o’clock shadow was coming in, prickling my finger gently. I let my touch move over the warmed metal of the muzzle, wondering what his lips would feel like. Would they be full? Thin? One larger than the other? I couldn't help but imagine them against mine. Or, thanks to the heat pheromones rocking my shit, having him trailing them lower, kissing all over my body, until he reached the apex of my thighs, to devour my center.

I shivered at the thought. Though I’d never donethat, I’d seen enough porn to know it would feel fucking amazing. And I guess it was obvious I wasn’t a regular virgin. I’d begged to have the largest dildo in the drawer shoved inside of me, and it still hadn’t felt like enough.

My temperature continued to spike, hips moving to grind my slick sex against the alpha where I’d wrapped my leg around him, and I whined. I’d hoped I’d have at least half an hour awake before we jumped back into it. You know, have a little coffee and breakfast? Maybe get a shower in? But I’d never been lucky that way. If I was awake, I was in need.

That’s just the way my heats were.

I slid from bed, wobbling quickly to the bathroom. I splashed a little water onto my face, pulling my hair up into a ponytail to keep the sweaty locks away from my face. That was about the extent of the selfcare I managed before my knees wobbled dangerously, the rising temperature warning me that I was close to another bout of mindless begging.

Though having an alpha close by certainly helped, it didn’t fix everything. I still had this bone-deepwantthat crawled beneath the surface. Somewhere, I knew the thing that would truly fix it,the reason I was here in the first place… but I wasn’t sure if I could do it.

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