Page 32 of His Rejected Alpha Mate
“I’m regretting that,” Blake joked, “with the lists of repairs you hand me every morning after your walk home.”
It took me a minute to remember that Dakota lived on this side of the compound and had probably figured out a shortcut to work every day.
“Go say bye to your papa,” Dakota said to Angelica, and he leaned to deposit her on the ground. A shudder went through me at the casual show of strength and the way his light gray shirt stretched across his chest, his navy slacks straining at the thighs. I was slightly obsessed with them. Everything about his body radiated power.
Angelica ran over to me, knocking into my stomach, “oof, careful!” She hugged me tightly, said bye, and ran to take Dakota’s hand.
“I’ll take the little kit up to the office. I need my helper to staple some things.” Then they turned and left. It was only then that I realized Dakota hadn’t looked at or spoken directly to me. The disappointment hit me hard and fast. How could I sort this mess?
“I’m sorry, we didn’t have time for most of the repairs,” Georgia, the omega in charge of the heat house and omega area, apologized as she left me in the house. Someone had apparently replaced the bathroom door, but they had done nothing else on the list in time. The list was sitting on the counter of the tiny kitchen. They had left a hamper of snacks and drinks for me, making me even more uncomfortable about using this space. I’d asked to ride out my heat at home, but Blake had pointed out that any passing shifter would smell it and I’d be defenseless if anything happened.
I was just beginning to get comfortable in the space when the familiar tingle of heat worked its way over my body. My temperature rose and my scent took on a sharper element. Stripping quickly and efficiently, I placed my clothing atop my bag, the necessary items already unpacked.
It had been nearly thirty years since I’d gone through a heat alone, with a selection of dildos to get me through each wave. I’d brought my tablet already preloaded with some decent porn clips to help stay in the mood. As I waited for this wave to get to the peak, I got the toys ready by giving them a quick wash in the small but adequate bathroom and laying them on the bed so they’d be close to hand.
The bed was firm, with a practical plastic cover under the sheet. I’d folded back the blankets, not needing them until the wave broke and I could have a brief nap. I got onto the bed and slicked up my cock with some of the lube I’d taken with me. Slowly I stroked myself to the soundtrack of the porn stars moans as their alpha railed them into the table he splayed them over.
I fingered my hole, finding it wet and open, quickly adding three fingers and not being satisfied. Almost immediately, I discarded the smallest of the dildos in favor of something bigger. My moan was loud as I slid it in deep to the flared base, pulsing it in and out of me to the timing of the alpha’s thrusts on the screen. Groans and sighs filled the air as I fucked myself through the wave, hitting the button for the synthetic knot to expand as I peaked and came over the hand still around my cock. The knot, artificial as it was, felt amazing locked inside me as another stream of cum hit my stomach. I stopped pulling at the dildo, satisfied for the moment.
The knot went down after fifteen minutes and I thought about trying to get a nap in, already tired from my early start and busy day. My heat had another idea, another wave cresting almost straight away, prickling fiercely over my skin. Sweat rolled over my body and I cried out in alarm.
Picking up another of the dildos, a larger one, I rammed it inside my hole carelessly, making myself hiss at the stretch and burn. I ached everywhere. Tears poured down my cheeks as I fucked myself hard, pulling at my overstimulated dick at the same time. This dildo had a suction cup base, and I backed against the nearest hard surface frantically, hoping it would stick so I could control the angle better.
Luck was with me, and it held the dildo in place. I pushed back on it repeatedly. The height perfect for hitting my enlarged prostate each time. Within minutes, I was trembling with exhaustion and was starting to panic at how intense everything felt. I hit the peak eventually, muscles crying out and feeling weak. My orgasm a tiny trickle over my fist. I inflated the knot, but it didn’t work properly, only half filling, the stretch barely appeasing the heat. I growled in frustration, hoping it was enough.
Another stroke of luck meant that it was. I collapsed onto the bed, drawing a blanket over myself twenty minutes later, the events of the last couple of hours pulling me into a deep sleep.
I didn’t get to sleep for long. It was rinse and repeat from before. Except, I moved the suction dildo into the shower after playing with it to get the knot to inflate properly. The cool water was heavenly as I washed off sweat, slick and cum from my sore body. Every muscle ached with each tiny movement. Under the spray, I cried silent tears. I missed Silas, I realized, not for him, but for having an alpha to look after me. It was stupid to wish for something I couldn’t have any more. I wished that I’d been brave enough to find a couple of betas at Heatwave, and not have secretly hoped that Dakota would step up and forgive me.
The wave passed quickly and while given the reprieve; I put on some loose pants and ate something. My stomach cramped with every mouthful, but I needed the energy.
It was just as well because my temperature rose again, slick leaking from my hole as yet another one arrived. Nothing could quench the fire inside me. I found the hottest porn I had, used the biggest toy. Nothing worked. My fear prevented me from orgasming. I sobbed uselessly as I tried two of the smaller toys together, only finding a sliver of relief.
I fell into a fitful rest as I was stretched on the two poor excuses for knots.
When I woke, I was in fox form. My alter sniffing at something I hadn’t noticed in my human form. Blood. I found the spots next to the bathroom door and sniffed.
Mate.
We could smell the paper and cotton scent in the blood that only meant Dakota. Our mate had been in this house.
Fury took over. We ran to the door, shoulder barging it open. The door was flimsy and loose; it gave straight away.
We ran through the compound towards the back gate, following his scent, ready to demand answers. I tried to reason with my fox, reminding them of the list of repairs on the counter and Blake’s joke about Dakota’s inspections of the omega area. Nothing worked to slow them. They took over completely. I should have been worried, but I trusted my alter.
Shouts and cries followed me as people caught sight of us. I ignored them, giving control over rather than fight my fox as we raced closer to our mate.
His scent led us to his house easily. We ignored the front door in favor of heading around the back finding a patio door ajar. We slunk up the stairs in the dark house to the room saturated with his scent.
He roused as we padded closer to the bed, sitting up as we stood looking up at the mountain of a man. Muscles and tan skin filled my vision. Arousal rose with another wave.
My alter gave way to the man, and I stood briefly in front of him.
Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees. “Please, Dakota, I need you.”
Tricky Fox
Dakota
