For a brief moment, the pupils in those hazel eyes of hers widen until they’re nearly black.A whiff of arousal swirls off her body and teases my nose, making my cock stand hard at attention.Dear God, but she’s a responsive little thing.
“I- I understand.”
“Good.”I contemplate whether I should even stand up with the massive erection tenting my pants, but she doesn’t even notice when I do.She’s far too wrapped up in her ball of anxiety to even see the effect she’s having on me.
Once more, she turns her gaze to me, and the tears catch the light, glistening like diamonds against her pale skin.All it does is make my balls draw up so tightly that I can barely breathe.I shouldn’t want her like this.I shouldn’tneedher like this.
Unbidden, the image of her on her knees, her mouth stuffed full with my cock as I fuck her pretty, quivering little mouth, sizzles across my synapses, robbing me of what little rational thought I have left.She needs to leave.Now.
Reaching over, I press the intercom button, alerting my secretary to come in.Thankfully, she doesn’t ask any questions and gently escorts Miss Hayes out of my office.Once she’s gone, I plop back into my chair and rub my cock through my pants.So improper, so taboo, so against the rules.
It doesn’t stop me from groaning as I grip my balls and tip my head back against the cushion.I need something, someone, some way to drive her out of my mind.This is madness, a yearning I didn’t see coming.
Pulling out my phone, I go to the Willoughby Rut Clinic page and enter my information.As much as I detest the idea of a stranger seeing to my needs, I need to drive these dark desires from me.If only I had my own omega for the holidays.If only I weren’t so committed to my work that I could meet someone.If only.
Waitlist.Of course, I’d be on the waitlist.It’s not as if every other unmated Alpha out there isn’t suffering the same maudlin thoughts as I am.‘Tis the season to be feral, I suppose.Turning in my chair, I study the fat, wet snowflakes as they drift down in lazy circles.
There, on the street, Miss Hayes tips her face up to the sky.Even from up here, I can almost see the pain and longing in her face as she wraps her arms around her waist.Her pale golden hair drifts behind, lifted off of her shoulders, as if it has a mind of its own, drawing a smile across my lips.
‘Tis also the season for miracles.If I can’t be the one to provide it, I can only hope she’ll find another way.Who knows, maybe Santa is real, and she’ll find a wad of cash under her Christmas tree.
Chapter3
Noelle
Willoughby Rut Clinic.
The words standout in a thick, gold embossing, slightly raised as I run my finger over the business card.The omega sashaying away from me doesn’t even give me a second look as she tosses her pristine hair over her shoulder and heads on to her next shop.Everything looked so put together on her, from her immaculate makeup to the dazzling tips of her manicured fingers.
Self recrimination and guilt eat at me as I look down at my ragged cuticles.I can’t even remember the last time I had them done.Definitely before my parents passed.Could it really be so easy?Just sell myself for a thousand or so and take care of myself for once and not just my little brother?
My insides clench as I close my eyes and breathe in the crisp air.Though the bank manager didn’t outright chastise me, he didn’t look at me with any sort of admiration, either.Not that I’d want him to.
Oh, who am I kidding?I would give up heaven and earth to have an Alpha look at me with something other than just passing curiosity.I want their gaze to linger, much like how mine is on the omega who’s now just a speck on the horizon.She’s so far away, and yet, I can’t keep my eyes from staring at her for as long as I can.
After a while, a new image slides into my brain and takes over my thoughts.The bank manager was handsome enough.Golden tousled hair that looked like he had just woken up from a bout of sex and came to the office, piercing blue eyes that seemed to look deep into my very soul, and that voice.Dear God, that voice.
Even without the Alpha command, it was rough and growly, sexy as sin, a voice that could make me do anything.Well… almost anything.Even as I stand there in the middle of the street with strangers pushing their way past, my body grows warm as arousal tingles through my veins and makes my clit throb.
Willoughby Rut Clinic.Seems Alphas aren’t the only ones with needs, I guess.
My fingers tremble as I stuff the card in my pocket and stare at the cabs whizzing by.How tempting it would be to flag one done and ride over there, but even just one more debt to my name is too much.Thankfully, it doesn’t seem all that very far on foot.
Cold air rips through my lungs with each step, yet still, I press on.It’s not for me, I reason with myself.It’s for my brother.It’s for giving him a good Christmas.Memories he can cling to even as I still mourn the absence of our parents.
It’s for paying bills, so we don’t have to worry about power being cut off or food not being on the table.Hell, it’s so I can actually allow myself the luxury of soaking as opposed to the quick, perfunctory showers that give me just a tease of heat before I rip myself away.
Soon, the smooth columns and soft, elegant golds greet me as I stare at the ornate door.The clinic is rather plain on the outside.If you didn’t know what you were looking for, you’d probably mistake it for a health spa or place you get high-end facials.
Sounds fade as I rest my hand on the doorknob.All I can hear is the rushing of my heartbeat as I turn the cool metal and wait for the groan of hinges as I push it open.Only, no sound permeates the whooshing dread as my pulse climbs to a frenzied staccato.A health spa.That’s all this is.Just a health spa.
The receptionist behind the glass flashes me a large grin as she looks up from her computer screen.“Do you have an appointment with us?”
My fingers feel fat and dull as I shove them into my pants to pull out the business card.Not that she needs it.She knows where she works.Somehow, it feels a bit more legitimate if I show it to her.
“I- I received your card-”
“Excellent!”she cries out.“And are you here to give or take?”
