17. Hazel

HAZEL

Too fucking hot in here.

Water sloshing. It wasn't right.

Needed softness. Cosy. Protected.

I swatted at the alpha running a towel over me. Too scratchy.

"Wait, Hazel, we're still—"

I pulled him into the nest, the water clinging to our bodies seeping into the sheets.

"...wet."

Everything felt wrong, smelled wrong.

Except for him.

At least we could fuck until it felt right.

"Christ, at least let me dry the rest of us before, oh fuck—"

I sucked his cock hungrily into my mouth. I had to take him deep so I could also breathe in his scent. For once his fire was dwarfed by the molten forge within me. I couldn't get enough. Tonguing the delicious precum weeping head, kissing down his rigid shaft and lightly sucking at his heavy sac. I wanted the cum from it in me, all over me.

Mine, mine, mine.

A whine slipped out. Needed to be fucked. Needed a knot. But I also had to keep sucking and tasting this alpha's dick.

My need filled my scent with rut-stirring pheromones, lashing the alpha before me like a whip. Sate me, knot me, breed me.

"I'm going to take care of you, omega."

About fucking time.