I deserved that ass kicking at the end of the day. I know better than to fuck with another man’s wife, yet I did it anyway. He could have broken every bone in my body, but he didn’t. I got off with only a few broken ribs instead.
I’m tired of feeling sorry for myself. I had to spend three weeks doing work virtually, and after that I got very good at applying color correcting concealer. Now, I’m finally ready to do something both enjoyable and community service worthy.
I recently found out that there’s a heat spa that caters to omegas for free. I need a distraction, and an omega in heat will throw me into a rut that’ll make up for the last six months. I’m not picky, and told the heat spa that I’ll be happy to be set up with a female or male omega.
I’m honestly not fussy. I was also warned that there will be one or several other alphas with me in the room, and I’m down for that. A good old fashioned gang bang while an omega begs for cum and knots has to turn someone’s karma around, right?
Whistling under my breath, I fix the cuffs of my suit coat and find myself happy not to need a coat anymore. It’s unseasonably warm for April here in Minneapolis, which means that the sun is also shining today.
Leaving my apartment with an overnight bag, I head to the elevator while I attempt to wrestle my hair back down. I recently had a haircut, and I think she may have chopped too much of it off. Instead of my hair sitting back off my forehead with a tiny bit of product, it’s sticking straight fucking up.
Hitting the button to call the elevator up to the twelfth floor, I glare at my reflection in the reflective door. Wonderful. Justanother thing to drive me insane. Stomping through the doors once they open, I stab the button for the parking garage.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to calm down. I can’t walk into The Rose Heat Spa with my energy this erratic. It’ll lead to uncomfortable omegas and I’ll get kicked out. My typical scent of fresh cut grass smells more like ozone from my annoyance.
It’s so strong, it reminds of how the air smells when lightning strikes the ground. It screams of danger and destruction, which is a bit dramatic for me to be feeling over my hair. I think it’s the culmination of all the stress this week, and my overwhelming desire to kill or fuck Cian.
“I can’t believe the fucker has this much power over me,” I grumble to myself.
Striding off the elevator as soon as the doors open to the parking garage, I head toward my expensive sports car. My vices exist in pretty things. They’re the reasons I need to continue to work, so I can afford them all.
It’s not that I’m not paid well, but rather that I have an affinity for spoiling myself. There’s no one else to do it, so I may as well.
The drive to the heat spa has very light traffic, and I keep my windows open to enjoy the weather. Continuing to breathe deeply, I avoid thinking about things that will piss me off. I keep any thoughts of dark auburn hair, hazel eyes and family firmly out of my mind.
Parking at the heat spa’s attached parking, I continue my rhythmic breathing all the way through to the lobby, where I check in with the receptionist.
“Mr. Teague, we are all set here. I’m going to walk you through to room six. There are twenty different rooms, and they all have fresh towels, adult toys, and an attached bathroom,” she says.
Standing, she walks to the locked door and buzzes it open to allow me entrance.
“There is at least one other alpha on the way here who will be accompanying you and the male omega already in the room,” she continues. Struggling to remember her name, I blink as it comes to me.
Shirley.
“There’s a wading pool in each bathroom that is filled with warm water that’s temperature controlled, and after each set of guests leaves, it is drained and cleaned before the next guests arrive,” she says. “Please use the intercom if you need anything. It will go to my earbuds, and no one else will be able to hear what you have to tell me. I’ll make sure you get what you need.”
Wow. My once heavy steps begin to lighten as I nod my head along with her words, and I find that I really am in a better mood by the time we arrive at the room. Everything has been carefully planned here, the lighting is good, and the carpets are well cleaned and beautiful.
If anything, it feels like a safe place for a heat, with a tribe surrounding omegas to support them. I’ve never seen anything like this before. My lips tip upward as my faith in humanity is shored up, and I stop when she does at my room door.
“Doors do not lock for safety, but no one will enter unless there’s a serious reason to,” Shirley says sternly. “We don’t want to interfere with the scents in the room or interrupt. Everything here is carefully designed to give an omega a safe place.”
“I can tell,” I say sincerely. There’s a note on the wall to take off my shoes, and I slide them off without question. “I’m getting really amazing energy from this place.”
Shirley gives me a small smile, and I can tell that if I didn’t give ‘don’t touch me’ vibes that she’d be patting me on the head for my words.
“That’s why this place was created. Omegas have a very tough time getting through a heat, and doing it alone can be detrimental to their physical and mental health,” she sighs. “I won’t keep you, though. He needs you.”
Pushing open the door, I find that the floor is a muted terra colored tile. Each section is unique and different. Closing the door, I walk in socked feet into the large room. I can see the door to enter the bathroom, and there’s a sheer curtain to section off the bedroom.
A sound that is a cross between a wail and a moan resonates through the room, and I find myself moving quickly. I barely notice when I drop my bag due to the continued noises that are bordering on desperation. Someone is struggling and desperate just beyond the curtain.
“Who’s there?” the deep voice whimpers.
“It’s Morgan,” I reply, shedding my jacket and unbuttoning my dress shirt as I walk past the curtain. “How are you doing?”
The omega is on his knees, bouncing on a knotted dildo. It’s thick, purple, and has ridges all over it. Slick is pouring from his asshole and down his cock as he tries to get ahead of the pain he’s feeling. His hand presses down hard on his stomach as he groans, his body rocking back and forth to try to distract himself.
