Page 7 of Broken Heat
Mine?What was I thinking? Not mine, I hastily corrected, butmysurrogate. The sex partner surrogate I would be with until my therapy was complete.
He was nothing like Coah which could have been what first caught my hope. I didn’t want to be reminded of my husband who’d had eyes and hair like midnight. I wanted a new start.
But also, this alpha was stunningly gorgeous. I wondered if that was part of the job description to work here. I imagined the employment application wording:
You must have proper training,good bedside manner and look like a sex god recently risen from the sea. Even better odds of getting this job if you are an offspring of Triton.
I clenchedmy fists until they hurt, annoyed by my glib thinking. Maybe I reallywasnervous.
And who wouldn’t be a little shaky? I was going to have hands-on therapy after not being touched for three years. The aim was to trigger my heat again. To reintroduce my body to breeding hormones. Maybe I would have a heat here.
Senta came forward to each of us, introducing us and pairing us off. I was last, but my hopes were not dashed.
“Elon, this is Mykel.”
I gulped, switching my coffee to my left hand so I could shake the hand of my alpha therapist. I was pleased to see he was the one with the long blond hair.
“Hi.” I reached out and our hands grasped.
“Nice to meet you Elon.”
Mykel’s palm was dry and warm, his hand larger than mine and long fingered. I couldn’t help thinking:Those hands will be on me soon. Inside me.
He let go gently and gestured to the table and two chairs. “Shall we sit and go over the final signatures?”
“More signatures? I thought I’d finished all that.”
Mykel smiled. “It won’t take long.”
His voice curled around me, smooth and low.
The paperwork consisted of nothing actuallyonpaper. It was a series of forms on a tablet. Much of it I’d already been through, but Mykel said they wanted these forms finger-signed and dated yet again with today’s date. Specifically, they wanted to make sure I understood what the term sexual surrogacy meant, and that I had the right to refuse treatment at any time and/or request a new surrogate if my current one was in any way incompatible with me.
The forms spelled out all possibilities, assuring me my safety and well-being were of primary importance, and that my consent for varying treatments would be verbally required as well as my therapy when it proceeded toward deeper levels.
All these stipulations had me more curious. I hadn’t been sexually active since Coah, with my libido cut off. Here and now, I became a bit apprehensive. What if this didn’t work? What if I didn’t like it? What if I was truly broken?
Coming to Omega Island was like facing my final judge and jury. After this, there would be nowhere else to go.
“I can see a lot of questions spinning around in your gaze,” Mykel said. “Once we get you settled in your cabin, I will answer all of your thoughts as best I can.”
“Thank you.” I kept looking at his eyes, so brilliantly green like a cat’s eyes peering at me from behind a golden human mask. If there was more there than politeness, it wasn’t showing yet. He was lovely, but that wasn’t all it took to get me to respond.
When I’d been dating Coah, I’d denied him for weeks before I gave myself to him. I was that way with alphas in college, who grew quickly bored, and had remained a virgin until Coah.
I’d been taught by my alpha father as well as my peers one must be careful with alphas. Their attentions easily wandered. Once they got the milk for free they realized they didn’t have to buy the cow, so to speak.
This experience I’d be having now was completely different. It was therapy. Weird therapy, for sure, but still about the mechanics geared toward bringing back my heats.
“I have a general plan laid out for us, but nothing that can’t be changed, edited or even discarded. This is just to get us started.”
Mykel turned the tablet to face me.
I was a little overwhelmed and the words swam on the screen before I could make sense of them. I forced myself to slow down, to read.
Day 1– Orientation. Moving in. Tour of grounds. Shared meal. Introductory conversations.
Day 2– More conversational therapy. Grief counseling if needed. Relaxation and recreational activities according to patient preferences. Swimming. Gym. Badminton. Tennis. Golf. Etc.
