He just shakes his head.
At the same time I try to hand the envelope back, but he steps away from me.
I bite my lip, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do now. What should I say?
Something like,I don’t know you, but I want you to fuck me again?Really?
"Thank you for helping me with… umm. The body." I wanted to say his name, but it gets stuck in my throat. As the person who killed him, I feel like I lost the right to use the name his parents gave him.
The man stays silent. He just stands there, staring at me from behind that mask.
So what do I say now?
Hmm?
The thing about the fucking? Fine. I’ll just say it. After struggling for a few seconds, I actually blurt it out loud.
"Wanna fuck me again? I’m in heat, I could use the help."
Well, that comes across as pretty crude. But how subtle could one be when voicing such a primitive thing, an omega in heat, all over the place, falling low in his morals, perhaps?
Silence. Like he’s thinking something over.
Finally he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
He types something into a message window.
Wow. So he does know how to communicate in ways that are not… just staring.
On the screen it says:
"I can’t come during the day. I can only come at night."
I fix my eyes on the words for a moment, dazed, my mind racing.
More silence.
"Why can’t you come during the day? Work?"
He shakes his head again. He doesn’t type anything else.
"Tomorrow is the second day of my heat. I’m gonna be miserable during the day… those dildos barely help… I… need… more."
I lower my head, ashamed. I feel stupid that my omega nature is so strong and, in a way, strips me of independence from alpha energy. It’s unfair, right? And yet somewhere deep inside me there’s something primitive and sexy about it too.
The man stays quiet for a moment, watching me from behind his mask. Then he types on his phone again.
"So you don’t have an alpha who can help you?"
I press my lips together and look down. What am I supposed to say?
"I used to. But I lost him. Ever since that day, I haven’t felt any attraction to any alpha I know. For some reason… you’re the exception." I tilt my head meaningfully, trying to suggest something to him, but he doesn’t take the bait. So I sigh and make a loud sound through my nose as I pull in a breath. "Even though our compatibility, based on Allure, isn’t anything special, you seem to be the only one I can think about in that way, besides my ex," I continue, my voice low. "I haven’t been with anyone but him and you. I’m basically living in celibacy."
The man suddenly turns away from me and steps back a couple of paces, looking off to the side.
For some reason, I feel like my words hit him hard. But why? His heartbeat picks up. I have no idea how I know it stirred his emotions, but something inside me senses it.
Something I said hit himdeep.
