Page 5 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
“Of course! We’ll get you sorted out. I’m here if you have any questions at all.”
I nod again and slink off to an unoccupied row of plastic chairs. The chair lets out a godawful squeak as I sit, and I mouth an apology to the teenage boy and his mom, who are both glaring at me like I ripped a major fart.
Well, pardon me for existing.
“Why are they looking at me like that?” I mutter to Astrid, who glances at the mother and son, then back at me in confusion.
“Uh, they’re not. Is paranoia part of an oncoming heat?”
I smack her arm and she laughs softly. “You’d think everyone was staring at you too if you found out you’re the world’s first geriatric revealing omega,” I hiss.
“Hey, you’re always saying you want to do something more exciting in life. That you want to make something of yourself. Being a medical marvel certainly ticks both boxes.” Astrid taps the clipboard in front of me with a hot pink nail. “Speaking of which, quit stalling and fill out the damn forms.”
“Fine!” I scowl at her and force myself to look down at the small stack of papers on my lap. The first part is simple—name, date, birth date, address, insurance, etc. Typical stuff they make you fill out when you go tothe doctor.
But when I get to the first real question, my hands start to shake again.
Start date of your last heat.
I stare down at the piece of paper for what feels like ages until Astrid takes pity on me. She grabs the clipboard and pen from me and starts filling it out.
Start date of your last heat.Not applicable.
Are you attached to a pack?No.
Do you have any requests for your heat minders?As long as they’re hot and have a big knot?—
“Hey!” I squeak, trying to steal the pen back from her. “I donotneed a big knot for my first heat. It’s been…” I close my eyes and pinch my brow for a moment as I try to even remember the last time I got laid. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had any sex at all. I’m not about to try to squeeze…thatinside me. Maybe there’s an option for something small. Or a toy.”
Steph mentioned a knotted dildo, so maybe I can get one of those. If I’m even going through heat. I’m still not sure that’s what’s happening.
My stomach cramps in response to that thought, and as much as I’m protesting the idea of a knot, my pussy throbs like it would love something thick stretching me out.
“What?” Astrid smacks my arm lightly, scowling. “You’re not using a toy when you’re at a place that will hook you up with someone eager and ready to bang you. You’ve needed to get laid for ages. What better way to clear all the cobwebs out than with a huge co?—”
“Astrid!” I exclaim in horror, cutting her off and shooting a worried glance over at the teen, who is watching us with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I say to his mother, who is now absolutely giving me the stink eye even if she wasn’t before.
Fortunately, a nurse comes and collects him and his mom before I can make even more of a scene. I sigh as soon asthey’re gone, and rest my head in my hands. “I don’t think I can do this,” I groan.
“I know you’re freaked out, but you can’t change what’s happening, so let’s try to find the silver lining. Okay?” Astrid rubs my back and even that friendly touch has sparks dancing across my skin.
I can’t tell if I want her to keep touching me or if it’s too much for my over-sensitized body. I squirm in my chair, but can’t get comfortable on this plastic abomination.
“Ugh, maybe I’d be able to relax and come to terms with this if this chair wasn’t digging into my ass. You’d think a damn omega clinic would have some comfortable chairs. Aren’t omegas supposed to need soft things?”
“I think it’s so they won’t get saturated with scents. And any potential… leaking,” Astrid says with a pointed look at my lap.
I grimace. “God, please don’t remind me about that. I was just forgetting the puddle between my thighs.” It’s a lie. I shouldn’t have thrown my panties away because I feel like if I move my legs too far apart, I’m going to make a mess the next time I stand.
“You’ll be thankful for it when you’re getting stuffed with a bunch of knots,” Astrid says, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
There’s a strong pulse between my thighs at the thought and to my embarrassment, more liquid gushes out of me. “Dammit, stop saying things like that!”
This is so strange and gross. How do omegas deal with needing a mop to follow them around when they get turned on?
“Alright, alright.” Astrid finishes up the paperwork and passes the clipboard back to me. “There. You want me to go bring it up for you or…”
I grit my teeth and shake my head. “No. I’ve gotta face this. Besides, it’s late. I know you need to get back home to Jeff.”
