It didn’t help that he had a fucking amazing body, either.
Realizing how much I sounded like a moody, oversensitive teenager, I pushed all those thoughts aside. I leapt off the now dust-free bed and rummaged through the kitchen for any non-perishable food. If I couldn’t deal with my heat, I could at least deal with my hunger. But the former couldn’t go without attention for much longer.
Finding no food in the pantry, I grumbled. I looked out the dirty window. Nero was nowhere to be seen, and I hadn’t heard him return yet. Wherever he’d gone, I figured he would be a while.
I snuck back into the bedroom. Sweat dampened my forehead. My heat never hit me all at once like it did with other omegas—mine was slow, gradual, like a building symphony of sex-crazedness. That made it easier to realize when it was coming and get the hell away from the pack.
But it was happening in earnest now. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. When I reached down between my legs, my cock was fully hard and my hole felt slick with anticipation. I grimaced. How quickly could I sate myself before Nero got back?
“Damnit,” I muttered.
I tried not to think of anything, but my mind refused to go blank. As my hand pumped my cock and my other set of fingers slipped into my ass, my thoughts drifted towardsalpha.
Usually when I jacked off, I thought of some random, faceless alpha touching me. But no. The gods had a shitty sense of humor, as usual, and I had no such luck. My go-to faceless alpha was no longer a stranger.
It was Nero. It was his hand wrapped around my cock, and his fingers in my ass, and his body on top of mine, and—
I gasped, my eyes snapping open. I didn’t move my hands out of fear that it would feelbetterif I did, and the last thing I wanted was to cum while thinking about Nero.
So now I was stuck in an awkward, half-masturbating pose and doing my fucking best to think about anything other than the alpha travelling with me. My emotions were stretched between annoyed and aroused. Now what was I supposed to do?
My mind slipped towards the dark side. What if Ididjack off while thinking about Nero? It wasn’t like he was a mind reader. He wouldn’t know unless I told him, which, why the hell would I? Therefore, it was a victimless crime. That relaxed me a little. I let out a shaky sigh and began moving, slowly building up my pleasure again. The fact that it felt better than usual didn’t escape me. Hot, guilty pleasure shot through my blood. Images of Nero flashed in my mind’s eye; him straddling my waist, his cock guiding inside me…
My toes curled. I bit my lip. Fuck, it felt amazing. It was so good I didn’t want it to end, but reality nagged me that Nero could return at any moment, and if he walked in on me jacking offto him, then a meteor might as well strike me.
I was getting close. Desperate sounds left my lips. My whole body was hot. My skin felt like it was on fire as the heat flared in full force. My own fingers weren’t enough to satisfy me—I needed an alpha’s cock. I needed Nero’s—
I came, my vision whiting out.
I stared at the ceiling, not comprehending anything for a few long moments. The world was a blur except for the tingling aftershocks of pleasure prickling my nerves.
I exhaled a long breath mixed with a groan. My body felt boneless. But as soon as the wave of pleasure passed, I was left with the uncomfortable guilt of havingjacked off to thoughts of Nero.
Grimacing, I shut my eyes and waited for the feeling to pass. There was no going back now. I’d opened the Pandora’s box of horny ideas and I couldn’t put them back where they came from.
I cleaned myself up, then slunk out of bed, feeling like a guilty dog. It was when I reached the bedroom door that I finally heard them—the heavy footsteps of someone here with me. I had a brief flicker of fear before I realized who it was. The door was slightly ajar. The latch didn’t work properly, just like everything else in the run-down cabin, so I saw Nero’s familiar frame out in the hall.
But I didn’t have time to be relieved. Seeing that the door was ajar, Nero assumed there’d been no attempt to close it. He threw it open and came face to face with a freshly-just-came me.
My face burned. I must’ve been redder than an apple.
Nero stared at me without blinking, like his brain had been zapped by lightning. I was so focused onhimthat I barely noticed the fish hanging from his hand.
“Um,” Nero said hoarsely. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I replied.
My heart beat a mile a minute, threatening to break free of my ribs. There was no way Nero didn’t know what I’d been doing. The scent of my heat permeated everything. The cabin must’ve absorbed the aroma like a sponge. It was mortifying. Usually when I took care of it, I was alone and didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about, but I was very,veryembarrassed now.
My cheeks felt hotter, if that was possible. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out.
That seemed to take Nero off guard. “Huh?”
“I should go,” I said, then tried to shut the door in his face.
“Hang on.”
Nero’s hand caught the door easily. It reminded me I was no match for his brute alpha strength. That idea sent a tendril of excitement running down my spine, which immediately angered and frightened me. I had to stop thinking about him in that way ASAP.
