“He went to a couple of clothing stores, a sex toy store, and….”Fishman trails off and now I’m frowning.
Thankfully my frown lines smooth themselves out afterward, or I’d be pissed.
“And?” Skylar asks impatiently.
“I lost him in between traffic cameras,”Fishman mutters.“He can’t be in a great area of town if that happened.”
“Goddamn it. My palm is twitching,” Sky grunts. “What are our options?”
“I’ll give you the hotels in the vicinity of where he was last seen, and you can start dropping bribes for information,”Fishman explains.“Welcome to my life.”
“Let’s go visit the seedier part of town then,” I say. “If he’s in heat, we need to pick up supplies other than sex toys. I mean, did he even get any water or snacks?”
“Not that I saw,”Fishman says, throwing our omega under the bus.
My lips twitch up, though not because anything is funny. This entire situation is simply bizarre.
“If you send me a list, I’ll go grocery shopping for you and add it to my tab. I’ll charge extra for the kinky shit,”Fishman says helpfully as he sends a pin to the phone.“This is the area Isuggest you start looking. Let me know where you land, and I’ll bring you your stuff.”
“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver as usual,” Sky says.
“Also, just so you know,” I add, “I’m definitely adding kinky shit to the list.”
Skylar snorts as he ends the call, and pulls the phone off the mount to put in the coordinates we’re headed. Then, he hands the phone to me.
“You’re going to both navigate and text Fishman for me, please,” he says, putting the Jeep into reverse. “I definitely need rope to tie our omega down to fucking eat.”
Chuckling, I nod as I open the text box and addROPEas the first item. Hey, at least I have my priorities straight, right?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KOEN
Whimpers fill the budget hotel room as I spread my legs wide on the bed to push a thick dildo inside my ass. I’ve been away from my scent matches for eight hours by this point, and I’m sweating profusely from the pain. It doesn’t matter what I stick in my ass or how many times I try to make myself come, none of it seems to help.
Thinking about the way I was tied up on my knees for Skylar forces a rush of slick to push out of my asshole, and my eyes roll back in relief. It’s been like this the entire time. My slick only happens if I think of Skylar and Rhodes, and I don’t want to look at the reasoning for it too closely.
Porn on my phone isn’t working either. In fact, it seems to make my slick dry up, which is very frustrating.
I don’t want to need alphas at all, especially scent matched ones who seem to be manipulating me at every turn. What if this is all a game?
A violent cramp makes me scream, and I force myself to stop my current line of thought.
Blow jobs, cum, an alpha spitting in my mouth, a silk tie…
The dildo slides further into my ass, and I ignore my red, angry cock. I’ve tried to fist it with lube and a cock sleeve, but nothing works. I think I fucking chafed my dick. I didn’t even know that was possible.
Breathing hard, I get onto my knees, lean down until my broad shoulders are pressing into the mattress and I can hold onto the dildo with two hands. I’m a greedy, desperate, naked omega, so I may have overdone it on the size. However, as I begin to fuck myself with it, I begin to find a rhythm that feels good.
Groaning loudly, I tell myself I don’t fucking care who can hear me. My head hurts from dehydration, and I’m in a fucking terrible mood. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, however, I say this every heat.
It’s the same way mothers forget the pain of child birth, omegas do the same with their heats. The unfortunate thing is we don’t have something cute and adorable to help in the process of forgetting. We simply block it out until we’re hit with the pain again.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Come on, I need it deeper. Please.”
I close my eyes and pretend it’s Rhodes’ thick cock in my hole, and my body immediately responds.
“Yes. Yes, more,” I whine, shoving the dildo further into my ass.
