Chapter 3: Mason
I laid there in bed for an hour, just staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. My eyelids were heavy and my muscles ached; but for some reason my body just refused to sleep. I tossed and turned, and every time I moved it kicked up Jericho’s scent in the bed and made it waft around me.
Maybethatwas what was making it so hard to fall asleep. His scent was a constant reminder of the weird-as-fuck situation I was in. Just this time yesterday I was in my small, cramped apartment at Scarlet Ridge, newly aware of my pregnancy, and wondering dimly what the future would bring.
Now I was in an enemy pack’s territory. Not just that - I was in some strange alpha’sbed.
Out of the many things that surprised me about Jericho, the biggest one was that he hadn’t made a move on me yet. Wasn’t this normally an omega’s worst fear? Being captured by an enemy alpha? Although, I guesscapturedwasn’t really the correct term. Jericho had made it clear that I wasn’t under any obligation to stay - hell, he was about to leave the front door unlocked if I hadn’t said something to him.
Plus he fed me, clothed me, let me use his shower and even his bed. So I guessed this wasn’t so bad.
Still, I had no intention of staying. Once I’d gathered my strength and figured out a place to go from here, I would leave and never look back.
A strange itch took over me. I rolled my shoulders and head, trying to knock it off, but it didn’t go away. For some reason I felt profoundly taut and uncomfortable. I tried every single position I could think of, but it didn’t go away.
Finally I realized what it was - and only because I laid face-down on the pillow and the front of my body brushed against the mattress. My cock twitched inside my borrowed boxers. I bit my lip. The split second of friction had felt so good. I tested it again, wiggling my hips. As my cock brushed against the bed again, warmth shot up my spine. I almost let out an embarrassing moan. What was goingonwith me?
Almost instantly, my cock grew hard to the point of being painful. I knew omegas’ hormones went haywire during pregnancy, but this was ridiculous. I was only a couple of weeks pregnant. Surely it was too soon for any of that?
Nevertheless, I couldn’t fight the wave of arousal that crashed on me like a tsunami. Biting my lip, I snaked my hand down the boxers to grip myself. My cock was hard and hot already, and I found it easy to settle into a pleasurable rhythm. The intensity ramped up until soon I could barely take it anymore. My hole felt slick and wet, much to my embarrassment. I wondered if I was this desperate because I’d been artificially inseminated to get pregnant and not actually mated with by an alpha.
I closed my eyes and kept touching myself. My cheeks flushed and my breaths came out choppy. I imagined a big, burly alpha pinning me to the bed, stretching my entrance open with his rough fingers, pushing inside me with his huge cock, knotting me.
I imagined the alpha gripping my hips hard, digging his nails into my sensitive skin, as he fucked deep inside me one more time, spilling his seed and claiming me as his own…
With a gasp, I came - hard. I caught the spilling liquid in my palm, making sure none of it got on the bed. That would be mortifying.
But what was even more mortifying was that after I came, I realized the faceless alpha in my fantasydidhave a face.
Jericho.
I groaned out loud and stormed out of bed to go clean myself up. I was being stupid. Of course the only reason I would imagine him is because he was the last alpha I saw - and Iwassleeping in his bed right now, surrounded by his scent. Obviously I would have him on my mind.
That still didn’t make me feel any better about having his face burned into the back of my eyelids.
This time I laid down though, sleep came easier. My whole body relaxed as the post-orgasm fatigue hit me. Finally, when my head hit the pillow, I didn’t wake up for a while.
***
When I woke up the next morning to sunshine filtering in through the tiny window above the blinds, I realized with horror just how long I’d been asleep.
“Crap,” I muttered as I threw myself out of bed. Checking the clock on the bedside table, I discovered that I’d slept nearly 12 whole hours. My body must have really needed the rest.
I crept down the stairs, trying to be quiet in case Jericho was still asleep. I realized he must have come back sometime while I was unconscious. A tiny voice in the back of my head wondered if he messed with me while I was asleep, but the majority of my mind squashed that thought down. As much as I hated alphas, Jericho didn’t seem like the type of guy to do something evil like that.
To my surprise, I found him sitting at the breakfast table with his legs kicked up, biting into a mango.
“Mornin’,” he said with juice dripping down his face. He quickly wiped it off and shot me a grin. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah,” I said, still feeling a bit embarrassed. “Wait… If I was in the bed, where did you sleep last night?
Jericho shrugged. “The couch.”
A twinge of sympathy ran through me. I didn’t mean to make the guy sleep on the couch.
“Sorry,” I said, lowering my eyes. “I must’ve been really tired. Once I passed out, I didn’t wake up once.”
“Don’t sweat it,” Jericho said. He gestured to the seat across from him. “Go on and sit down. I’ll grab you some grub.”
