Page 125 of Fight

I don’t know how much of a ‘proper’ omega I need to be, but it’s late afternoon by now. The sun is going to be setting as I drive home. If I need to, I’ll pretend to be hurrying home to make dinner. I talked to my mom for several hours, the time passing rapidly.

“I didn’t notice you were part of a pack when I was doing some research on you,” he says pleasantly as he steps closer to me.

“It’s still pretty new,” I murmur, straightening to my full height. It’s not much, but I refuse to slouch or cower in front of him. “We are putting in our paperwork to submit our decision to become a pack to City Hall this week through Omega and Pack Affairs. That’s about as official as it gets.”

“It is,” he says, almost looking disappointed. This guy is seriously creepy. I know my mom wants to stay here, but I’m really uncomfortable around him. He appears to be a middle aged beta, about medium stature, and clean shaven with bushy brown hair.

Dr. Brunes should seem more safe as a psychiatrist and unassuming, but doesn’t seem to have any kind of scent.

His entire demeanor feels performative, and I can feel that something isn’t right. Glancing over at the desk, I see the nurse.

“I need to be buzzed out please,” I say pleasantly. “I need to leave.”

There’s no reason for them to keep me. I make certain all the warning bells currently screaming at me are well hidden as I keep my gaze on the nurse. Looking between us, she nods and hits the button to open the door.

Stepping around him, I walk out, refusing to look as if I’m hurrying, despite the next wrenching pain in my stomach.

“Almost there,” I mutter to myself as I get into the SUV. Turning on the vehicle, I take deep breaths as I push the gear lever into reverse.

Swallowing hard, I realize the doctor is standing outside of the facility, staring at me. Shifting the SUV again into drive, I push the gas pedal down carefully so it won’t jerk the vehicle.

Just need to get home. Come on.

I’m slightly rattled at the guard gate as the man takes fucking forever to give me my things.

“Thank you,” I say, gritting my teeth. Somehow, he turned the ordeal into thirty Goddamned minutes, because I had to sign out since I didn’t do it at the desk. Closing the window, I mutter, “Fucking finally.”

Taking deep breaths, I text Augustine that I’m driving home. I don’t know why I didn’t also tell him my heat is coming, but I know he’s busy. It’s stupid. I’ve ridden out so many heats alone, I can ride this out until after the fights. It’s fine.

The tearing pain almost takes out a stop sign or two as I drive, and I take deep breaths as I go.

“I have my nest, my vibrators, it’s fine. I’m fine,” I sing-song to myself. “Fuck, this may be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

I don’t know why, but I hate feeling as if I need to lean on someone. I’m so used to doing things alone, even though Augustine is right there so often.

“What are you trying to prove?” I mutter as I drive into the apartment complex. I’m slicking everywhere. My entire driver's seat is a mess, and my pants are incredibly uncomfortable.

Pulling into my assigned parking spot, I bail out and lock the door. Hobbling at this point, I curse my way up all three flights of stairs before locking myself in my apartment. I’m perfuming like crazy, and I likely just threw every alpha male in my building into a rut.

Hope they have someone to fuck it out with, because it won’t be me.

I’m so fucking hot. Layer by layer, I pull off my clothing until the ground is littered with my clothes as I move through my apartment to my nest. Usually, it would drive me wild to leave them there, but I can’t be fucked to care.

God, I wish I had a knot and a dick to fuck me with though. It would be so nice. Whining, I shake myself as I walk to the bathroom. I need a cold shower. My skin feels as if it’s boiling, and as I ghost my fingers over my body, it physically hurts.

Turning on the water, I walk into the shower stall, closing my eyes as the liquid washes over me.

I wish it was ice. God, it would be so nice to do one of those ice baths I’ve seen on the Clock app. I’d just fucking sit in there for hours. I know people say just a few minutes, but nah. Go for hypothermia, baby!

“Whoa, no more intrusive thoughts for you, baby girl,” I mutter as I shake my head.

Starting to feel cooler, I ghost my hands to my breasts, squeezing them gently. Everything feels so good, sensations are heightened, and fuck… Mewling, I push the fingers of my other hand deep inside my pussy, trying to remember how Augustine helped me come when I was using the toy.

I need really big toys, apparently. My clit is swollen and sensitive, begging to be touched.

Three fingers deep inside my wet pussy, I rub my clit furiously and roughly. I don’t need gentleness, I need an orgasm. Right now.

I’m so close when my body cramps so hard, I bend in two. Ouch.

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