Page 2 of Game On

For it to mean something.

So, I’d waited. Which wasn’t a big deal… But the older I got, the more intense my heats were. The harder they’d been to manage alone.

And, I’d never managed to meet the right person. As much as I wanted to hold out until I found the alpha of my dreams, designation just didn’t matter enough to me to keep the dream alive.

Besides, a girl could only handle so much alone. And I was tired of suffering through my heats with toys as company. It wasn’t even just the sex—though that definitely played a factor—omegas needed touch. Care. Something that army crawling to my tub after seventy-two hours of using a vibrator and a fuckmachine just couldn’t fulfill.

But the typical heat clinic environment really put me off. Too… medicinal. Impersonal.

Sterile.

Not to mention there was the matter of my specific appetites. Being a cam girl led me to explore a lot of kinks. And even though I’d only had experience with them in a masturbatory sense, it didn’t mean that I’d be cool with letting some vanilla ass alphahole fuck me with a dildo in missionary.

I wanted excitement.

And, I needed discretion.

I’d heard rumors of omega performers being tracked to clinics by fans eager to get a hold of them during their most vulnerable time and the idea didn’t appeal to me. At least not without a huge, and I meant massive—Titanic-sinking iceberg levels of huge—payday attached to it.

Phil typed away on his computer, looking between my ID card and the screen. “Tara Sinclair?”

“That’s me,” I said, smiling in a way that I hoped looked friendly. Usually I didn’t have any trouble with being charming, but the longer that I stood quivering at the desk, the more likely I was to jump over it and try to ride his thigh for some relief against the raging hormones making my mind cloudy.

"This is your first visit?” he confirmed and I nodded. “If you’ll follow me, we’ll confirm your information and give you a tour.”

Did we really have to do this right now?I thought. No one said anything about a tour, and in this moment, I really didn’t need it. The only thing I needed a tour of was the inside of a room and a giant, dominant alpha with hands the size of my face.

But Phil had a different idea as he led us away at a leisurely pace that had my heel drumming against the ground every time I had to stop behind him. It was giving when you were on a quest where the NPC’s move rate was slightly above your walking speed and under your run. Fucking annoying as shit.

Okay, maybe I was just being an irritable omega, but for good reason!

An alpha entered on the far side of the atrium, his smoky, woodsy scent meeting my nose not unpleasantly but not exactly to my taste either—not that you’d know given the flood of perfume that clouded around me like I was about to strip out of my clothes then and there to beg for him to knot me.

He glanced at me, and I saw the flicker of interest in his gaze. It was obvious he was on his way out, leaving from the elevators that we were headed towards, and I wasn’t that interesting now that he’d had his fix, but the momentary linger of his gaze had slick positively pooling in my panties.

We stepped into the elevator together, Phil taking my bag before pressing the button for the 15th floor, speaking as the elevator climbed. “You’ve already signed your documents electronically so I’ll try to keep things brief,” he said, clicking through screens on a tablet I’d had no recollection of him holding. “All aquatics—the pool, cold plunge, hot tub, and the steam rooms are on the tenth floor.”

“Uhuh,” I said noncommittally, willing the little glowing numbers to rise faster.

“Your room is on the 15th, this is the club level. Do you need a refresher of what comes with your package?” he asked as the doors finally slid open, moving to wait for me in a dreamy, intimately lit hallway with sparkling black walls.

I breathed out a sigh of relief and stumbled behind Phil, who I was sure was doing a good job telling me what I’d paid for and where the showers were, but I barely heard him over the bloodrushing in my ears, the moments ticking by until I was pulled under and turned into a mindless, needy, sobbing mess. If the lead up was any kind of sign, it was clear to me that this heat was going to be even more intense than the last.

I’d almost run outside to throw myself at an alpha on the street. It’d been so hot that I’d opened the window and then, well, one thing led to another… His pungent rose scent wasn’t even that appealing, but I needed to be touched, enough that I almost did something dangerous.

Hence, Omega’s Lust.

Partners with a written list of my boundaries. A certain level of safety that I just wouldn’t find outside on my own.

It didn’t take long until we arrived at the end of the long, dimly lit hall. Passing by a number of doors that reminded me a lot of a typical hotel, keycard readers outside of heavy nondescript doors with little hangtags.

Shhh! Sleeping Omega!

The glass door at the end of the hall opened into a cozy seating area and kitchen stocked to the brim with snacks, grab-and-go meals, drinks in glass jars, and cupboards and refrigerators.

Phil led me to a chair I was sure would be ruined by the time I stood up—though I easily dropped into it anyway, sure my legs were going to give out any minute. I wasn’t even sure how I’d lasted this long.

Luckily it seemed the air in here was on, and did a bit to help cool the raging inferno building in my core, but not enough. There was something… off about the smell of the room though. Like it was muted, somehow.

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