“I’ve known since I was sixteen I was an Omega. I’m used to all the shit that comes with this designation and how to deal with Alphas. I think a Beta would maybe help you get out of your shell a little bit.”
“I don’t mean to be?—”
“Hey,” he says, grabbing my shoulder and smiling. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. You designated late, your life changed and you’re figuring everything out. I mean, at least that’s what I’ve gathered. I’d like to get to know you better and I know a lot of the other Omegas would too.”
I smile back, feeling at ease with him. He’s right, I do need to try harder with the other Omegas. I can’t keep just letting myself disappear in the background. It’s not who I want to be. It’s not who I am.
“Thanks, Riley. I think I’d like that too.”
“I think Luna is going to throw a party at their new house soon. Maybe you can bring that super hot Beta.”
My cheeks heat. “He’s going to give me a new car if I go to a tournament with him.”
Riley laughs. “You lucky bitch.” I bite my lip and he shakes his head. “You better come back with all the juicy details.”
“I will,” I tell him, packing up to head home.
The entire drive all I can think about is Hayes’ hands on mine and how good it felt. There’s a smile on my face and I feel hopeful for something. I know it’s just a side job, but he sought me out. All the beautiful Omegas at Lavender Moon and he chose me. I’m probably romanticizing something that isn’t there, but it’s the first time since I became an Omega I feel eager about someone and I’m going to let myself have it.
As soon as I get home, Smokey is winding himself between my legs. I give him pets and open his wet food and place it by his water before washing off after a long night. The warm water rushes down my skin, erasing all the glitter, sweat, and scents.
I towel-dry my hair and put on an oversized sleep shirt with my favorite band on it and lie down in bed. Smokey chooses to sit in his cat tree looking out the window. I lick my lips thinking back to Hayes and his hands on me.
When's the last time I wanted to touch myself so badly?
I creak open my nightstand and pull out my new toy. I sterilized it when it came in, but haven’t dared to use it yet. Even though I already took a shower I don’t care. I place a towel under myself before lubing up the toy.
It’s huge. Overzealous even?
The shaft is bright purple, and the base has a knot that expands with a pump. God, I need the stretch so fucking bad.
I slide the tip over my clit, teasing myself, imagining it as Hayes’ cock before slipping it inside of myself. Repeatedly I fuck myself with the toy. The suctioning sound of my pussy gripping the toy turns me on even more as I start to pull pleasure from myself.
It’s hitting just the right spot as I grasp the pump and inflate the knot, larger and larger. The scream I let out scares Smokey and he runs into the kitchen. My legs shake and my head tosses back as I come.
I squeeze the knot function one more time, the stretch almost too much, making my orgasm last even longer. I pant, my chest rising and falling with the intensity of the release.
A small laugh escapes me and I go to deflate the knot.
Nothing happens and I wince as I try to sit up. Sweat covers my brow and panic starts to set in. I threw the directions out, but I remember that you just have to turn this little lever and it should deflate. I press a little harder to move the mechanism and it falls off.
Tears fill my eyes and I try not to panic.
I take a few deep breaths and try to tug the toy from my pussy, which makes me scream; it’s not moving a single inch.
Oh my fucking god.
I grab my phone and at that moment I realize I have no one to call, which only makes me break down even further.
I’m borderline having a panic attack. I try tugging on it again, or getting it to deflate and nothing works.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I dial 9-1-1 with shaky fingers.
“911, what’s your emergency,” the dispatcher asks. I want to die as I have to say the words.
“I need medical assistance.”
“What’s your medical emergency?” she asks calmly.
