I’m so grateful he came, like he sensed I’d need his help after waking.
Well, I could even call that… sweet. My cheeks heat up as I give him a small, grateful nod. He nods back solemnly.
There's this brief moment where I hesitate about what to do, my eyes fixed on him, but then I just decide to escape before I do anything I’ll regret.
Feeling silly enough, I turn on my heel and go back to my room. I can’t stay out there in the open; being so close to him, I need to sort my head out first.
I lie back down in my bed and breathe, letting the melody calm me further as it still drifts through the ajar window.
I have no idea when I fall asleep again.
When I open my eyes, the sun is higher in the sky. It’s probably around nine.
A wave of panic hits me. Is it happening again? The reset?
No, thank Fate!
This time it’s not a memory loss that greets me.
I’m welcomed by… a raging erection, hard as a rock.
What the hell?
It’s as if my dick has a will of its own.
My memory may be spotty,but this one I remember for sure. My morning wood is never that stubborn. For a minute or so I lie there whispering to my dick,"Down boy! Easy, boy!"but to no avail.
Why is it so intense?
Am I going into heat or what?
That would be horrible here, among strangers, after such a traumatic experience…
One thing I do know is that I’ve never had a heat. Being twenty, I’m somewhere in the middle of the age range when omegas usually experience their first heat, which happens between eighteen and twenty-two for most of the population. At twenty, it’s hard to say whether my time is close or if I still have a year or two to go.
But the arousal is too hard to ignore, and I have to quickly find my release. However, this time I slowly slide my fingerslower, and while stroking my dick, I also lightly massage my entrance,not going deeper, because I’m not sure… if I should. I’m scared that I will awaken some trauma around it.
But nothing bad wakes up. My mind drifts toward the vision of the hard and lean body of an alpha who presses me down into the sheets, his pale blond hair brushing my neck when he fucks me from behind, bottoming with every thrust.
Why pale blond?
No idea!Summer, you liar…
I make sure to finish quickly, feeling a wave of forbidden excitement mixed with embarrassment. Why can’t I just stop going hot around him! I’ve known the guy for three days! He’s a stranger, for fuck’s sake, a bizarre silent guy who lives in a basement.
Every responsible omega would run away from a person like this.
Three days. I need to get a grip! I’m an abuse survivor.
I jump up and run to the shower, where I take care of my erection problem quickly. I shove thoughts of the gorgeous, muscular, blonde alpha out of my head and try to replace them with another alpha, a random one with short black hair… but after a moment, I notice his hair in my mental image has changed color and grown longer. Blonde again, long strands falling over my shoulders as he leans over me, his breath tickling my ear.
Alright, if it has to be blonde, it has to be blonde… I give up, finishing myself off in resigned, yet sweet defeat, blasting my jizz against the wall while in my head the fantasy blonde alpha is filling me deep. That’s just how it goes when you fixate on something… dammit.
I sigh and rinse myself off, which is fortunate, because five minutes later I hear a knock on the door.
This time it’s not Lake.
It’s an unexpected visit from my brother… Ragnar.
