Page 8 of Game On

I just really needed to be touched.

The toys were nice, but the clawing desire making my blood boil needed… contact.

It wasn't enough, almost unbearably so, as I whined and gasped through a wholly unsatisfactory orgasm.

Soon, I told myself. Soon an alpha would arrive and I’d get what I craved most—closeness.

How I’d managed to get through my heats up until now was anyone’s guess, but now? It felt like I was going to combust if somebody didn't come soon.

I was just beginning to consider unlocking the door and entering the hall out of sheer desperation to find an alpha myself when the doorknob rattled.

Another loud whine left me, my hips kicking into motion to fuck myself against the toy harder as I caught my eye in the mirror.

Could he see me? Smell me? Hear how needy I was as I fucked myself against the headboard?

I all but whined at the thought, finally what I needed.

“Hey,” a deliciously deep, masculine voice came through the intercom. “You alright in there, little omega?”

“Need to come.” I managed to choke out, unable to stop the way that his voice, blended with the sensation of the simulated knot teasing my entrance, made my thighs quiver. I reached for the bullet vibrator I’d tossed aside earlier, pressing it to my clit with a groan.

“Do you want me to come in?” he asked, the barest hint of a delicious growl tinging his words as my moans turned into whines, calling to his nature directly to come fuck me.

But, even as the haze of heat and the unbearable blanket of yearning fell over me, I still felt a little apprehensive.

“N-no,” I choked. “I've… I've never been with an alpha before.”

There was a pause.

Did I imagine that sharp intake of breath?

“Have you ever fucked anyone?”

“No,” I confirmed. “Solo play only.”

For a moment, I thought I was embarrassed… but just because I hadn’t had penetrative sex didn’t mean I’d donenothing. I just… hadn’t explored that one element of my sexuality as of yet.

“So you don’t want me to come in…” he said thoughtfully, as if he was trying to figure out where that left us. The slot along the bottom half of the wall rattled slightly as he opened the partition, revealing a glory hole.

My entire body clenched in anticipation, face heating to new heights as I imagined the ways he could touch and taste me through the wall.

He didn’t bother with the intercom now, voice drifting to me over the buzz of my vibrator and the rhythmic slapping of my ass and thighs against the headboard.

“Come here, babygirl.”

A whimper escaped my throat at the command. The barest hint of a bark lacing his tone pulling me forward on hand and knee.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he called. “Bring that with you. I’ll need something to help my fingers.”

I blinked, turning to free the toy from the headboard with a little difficulty, the haze of longing so thick that I wobbled as I crawled off the bed and towards the hole in the wall. With every shift I could feel the plug I’d slipped into my ass, the stretch a pleasant dirty secret my alpha would have to discover later.

The first hint of flaky, buttery pie crust hit my nose as I reached the wall, quickly overpowered by deep, sweet blueberry. I couldn’t help the moan that left me, the urge to curl up in this alpha’s lap and suck the taste directly from his scent gland leaving me slick-soaked and glossy between my thighs.

Was this what a real alpha smelled like?I thought to myself.Or was this just the last thing he ate and my overly sensitive nose was clinging to it like a lifeline?

I knew I needed to be cautious when it came to touch, that an omega in heat would ask for anything—everything—in the pursuit of pleasure. Alphas had to mask up before entering a room since they were the most likely to accidentally form a bond while in rut, especially if a needy omega was whining for the closeness that would follow a bite, but it didn’t mean that I wasn’t a danger too.

One wrong move, teeth that sunk in too deeply to a lip while adjusting positions, or the involuntary clamp of a jaw while I came, and I could just as easily create the foundation of a match I had no intention of pursuing.

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