LIAM

I was screwed; I had no idea what was happening to my body. But it was becoming increasingly clear that I, who had been a beta all my life, without any symptoms characteristic of omegas, was suddenly showing signs of the onset of heat.

All I knew about heat came from Soren, who had these strange mini-versions of it. In his case, it was a very intense incident lasting several hours, but it was not preceded by anything like what I was experiencing. I had been overwhelmed by these strange waves of burning sensations since yesterday, and had an almost permanent erection.

The morning only intensified my longing. All I could think about was getting my hole filled, desperate to alleviate the overwhelming emptiness and clenching within.

Seeing Finn downstairs only added to my desire. I felt hot, as if feverish, though not from any flu. I struggled to meet his gaze, fearing I'd pounce on him and rip off his clothes.

As he stood facing me, his broad shoulders caught my attention. I noticed his narrow waist and flat belly, remembering the chiseled abs I'd seen in the jacuzzi the day before. Now, I took in his entire physique, clearly sculpted by years of dedicated exercise. My hungry eyes traced his body, imagining him pinning me down and fucking crazy.

His movements were cat-like, as if he had some bottled-up energy, and was ready to jump at the prey. I couldn't help these silly thoughts fluttering through my mind.

I stared at his hips, and when he turned, I noticed a substantial bulge, almost as if he had a constant erection. As he poured coffee, I fixated on that spot, desiring to touch it, to feel the hardness I'd briefly experienced when lying next to him in bed.

If he knew my sickening thoughts, he'd likely kick me out. So, I pretended everything was fine, fighting the urge to strip and end this unbearable emptiness. I wanted to drop to my knees, present my ass, spread my buttocks, and show him my wet, swollen insides, tormented by the dildo for hours on end the previous night.

He'd see the disgusting, dirty slut I was. For a moment, I almost gave in, nearly kneeling in front of him in the kitchen. But I restrained myself, clinging to the last shreds of sanity.

Finn had shown me kindness, and I owed him respect. I couldn't subject him to my wild behavior, the origin of which I didn't understand.

Was I a late-blooming omega? But why now? I'd never shown any signs before. Why was I suddenly starting the full-blown heat? It seemed like that's what it was.

I couldn't make sense of it. Maybe it was best not to try.

Finn left his number before departing. I noticed his strange gaze and reddened face, as if he was reluctant to leave.

Letting out a soft cry, I headed to my room. I grabbed the dildo, shed my shorts, and thrust the rubber dick into my ass. After a moment's hesitation, I withdrew it, opting for another—with a suction cup.

I attached it to the closet and knelt before the pink monster, impaling myself with relief. Yet, it wasn't enough. I fucked myself with the dildo, but the more I climaxed, the more futile it felt.

Something inside me strained like a taut string about to snap, but it wouldn't break. My frustration grew. Eventually, I pulled out the dildo and threw myself onto the bed, writhing like a wounded snake.

What the hell is this? I wanted to cry. Why did my hole feel so empty? I screamed, my voice whiny and pathetic, surprisingly different from my usual tone. It held an animalistic exhortation.

Was it an omega call? I'd heard of lone omegas in heat, making such sounds to attract nearby alphas.

I was helpless, defenseless, and alone. Finn had left and couldn't help me. Hours of hell awaited me, and I looked at the dildo attached to the cupboard almost with hatred. Was this object really going to be enough? What I wanted was to be held in strong arms, pressed against warm skin, to smell, taste, and feel that sweet fullness—to be reminded that I meant something to someone. I wanted the emptiness inside me to be filled, but… not just physically.