I stare at him, trying to conjure up his name from the app, but come up empty.
“I’m not going to murder you or anything, just… I don’t feel like going into the gas station, the one on the corner. The alpha that works there always tries to get me to bend over, and it’s gross.”
My eyes soften, and I pull the door open wider. “I fucking hate that guy. He’s such a creep.”
“I know. He’s the worst. I’m Owen, by the way. It’s my second day on the job. I realize this is not okay.”
I lead him through my loft to the bathroom.
“It’s fine. I get it. And nice to meet you, Owen.”
He grins, and then the door shuts behind him. I make my way back to the kitchen, opening the bag of food and setting it on the table.
Owen appears a moment later, looking refreshed.
“Thanks again. Please don’t report me. I need the cash for an escort, and I can’t afford it without a second job.”
My eyebrows rise, wanting to know the whole story, but not wanting to spend the time with a stranger. Not tonight. But as an omega, I get it. He needs an escort for his heat.
If I had regular heat cycles, I’d also be hiring an anonymous escort. It’s safer than soliciting a random alpha.
Except—that’s exactly what I’ve been doing with Glenn, and at work, no less.
I’m so fucking fucked.
“I won’t tell.”
“Thanks a bunch. You have good karma coming your way.”
And with that, Owen is gone, almost like I conjured him up.
I eat my dinner on the couch, turning up the volume on the TV and watching the two mates on the TV scream at each other.
Maybe they shouldn’t have bitten each other so soon. That’s never a good thing. They barely know each other.
Eventually, my food is gone, and so is my wine, forcing me to shower and slip into bed. I stare at the ceiling, refusing to close my eyes because then I may see Glenn standing there. So fucking hot.
I feel my slick coat my hole, and I sigh, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a dildo. This one has an inflatable knot.
I’m hoping it will get me over this little infatuation I have with one of my employees.
I can’t be with an alpha.
“Don’t allow anyone to claim you, my strong boy. You may be an omega, but never allow them to make you weak.”
Those words from my mother are why I won’t ever allow an alpha into my life like that. It’s been drilled into me from a young age. Instead of poems or stories at night, she’d just say these warnings over and over.
And the way she and my father fought, the screaming, the fighting, the way he’d lord her omega nature over her, how he resented her for not being fae like him—for birthing an omega son…
I quickly learned that she was right. She was just trying to protect me from myself and my urges.
It’s why I’ve only ever dated betas, like Vince. They can’t really give me what I need, but they also don’t have the power to make me feel less than.
I kick my pajama bottoms off and spread my legs, pushing the dildo inside of me, inflating it until I sigh in relief. My cock throbs between my legs, and I can’t help but reach down and stroke it. My mouth opens in a guttural moan, my fist tightening as I arch my hips up. The knot in my ass aches, and all I can think of is Glenn replacing it with his own. How good he felt when he was inside me. It’s that simple thought that has my cock erupting quickly, my cum filling the palm of my hand.
I should have known it would be quick. Everything with Glenn is. He makes me crazy—hot and completely on edge.
I better not go into heat anytime soon. I know some full-blooded shifters can go into heat every couple of weeks or even days. Fuck, that sounds terrible. But I think my fae blood keeps it at bay, and it comes about once every two months. Plus, I havea serum that my shaman friend, Attie, made me. It’s helped keep my heats to just a day or two. Any longer, and I’d lose my job.
