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“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he gasped, almost insensibly.

If it weren’t for the fact that my balls felt so heavy and my cock so hard that it was drooling, I might have pushed things further and fisted him. Fisting was a big deal for omegas, since it was inherently such a possessive, and for some, humiliating, act. I’d never wanted to treat an omega that way, so I was surprised at how difficult it was to make myself stop.

I covered the surge of emotion that came with those instincts by replacing my fingers with my cock, thrusting in hard.

“Yes!” Billy shouted, loud enough to disturb the neighbors, if there had been any neighbors. I actually owned the entire building, and none of the other apartments were occupied at the moment. “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me hard, alpha!”

That wasn’t part of the scene. That was pure Billy. He was a greedy little cock-slut, or so it seemed.

I liked it. Most of the omegas I’d played out this fantasy with exuded guilt and shame at this point in the scene. They got off on what they considered their own depravity. Billy, on the other hand, was in it for the pure joy of playing. Everything about him, from the angle of his body to the exuberance of the way he pushed back on me, fucking himself on my cock as ferociously as I pounded into him, to the smile I caught on his face as he started to come all over my duvet, screamed that he loved what he was doing.

That made it fantastically easy for me to let go of the inhibitions I usually brought into kinky sex and to take everything I wanted. Not only did I thrust with everything I had, I balanced on one arm while reaching around to shove two of my slick-covered fingers into Billy’s mouth as I did.

Billy made a wild sound of pleasure and sucked hard on my fingers as he rocked back on me. I could feel his body’s spasms almost like he was going into a seizure as he embraced themoment. It was all I needed to come with a guttural cry as my knot swelled so fast and hard that it hurt a little within him.

Even after we were knotted, we kept moving, kept fucking each other, like we were going for the world record for length of orgasm. I’d never felt anything like it. I wondered if that’s what a breeding orgasm felt like, but the little I knew of those unicorns of the sex world was that it usually took a day or two into an omega’s heat before you started to have them.

Whatever the case, I was wrung out and spent long before I wanted to be. Billy went boneless under me, and together, we collapsed into a gasping, rubbery pile on top of the bed, still knotted.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?” Billy asked, shivering in my embrace.

It took my sex-addled brain a few seconds to realize that he was still trying to play the scene. He was still the subject of my interrogation, and I had even more ways of making him talk.

At least, that’s what I thought he was saying.

“No,” I said, throwing an arm over his side and grabbing his balls. It was enough to send him into a post-wave orgasm. “I’m definitely not letting you go now.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Hayden

It was definitely one of the wildest nights of my life. I’d never played a fantasy while in heat before. Fantasies were fine with strangers, since there were rules and safeguards and expectations. Heats were for a trusted friend, partner, or a specialty heat service. Mixing business with pleasure, so to speak, was a whole new level of risk that I hadn’t been sure I was willing to take.

But I didn’t have a choice. I was embarrassed, surprised, and a little scared about how vulnerable heat made me, but as the saying went, the only way out was through.

Lucky for me, I’d picked the right alpha for an unprecedented and potentially risky situation. Ace was fantastic, and after the second wave, I trusted him implicitly.

Even though he was shit at coming up with realistic circumstances for our fantasy, once we decided to continue it. I’m sorry, but federal agents did not fuck the witnesses theywere interrogating to get them to talk. And codes? What codes? Nuclear codes?

None of that mattered one bit when he had his absolutely brilliant alpha cock working hard in me, though. I played along with the weak plotline of our scene, insisting on my innocence as we made up some cheesy dialog between heat waves, then went full heat when the waves hit and all I wanted was alpha cock.

Honestly, in a lot of ways, it was even better than a perfectly planned kidnapping fantasy. Hot alpha who knew how to use his hips, safe apartment without anyone banging on the door, asking why we were making so much noise, and just the right level of kink to have my depraved little heart singing. Best of all, the whole thing had the spice of being anonymous and impersonal. I could be as shameless as I wanted to be as I lifted my ass to Ace and parted my cheeks on his command so my slick and his cum dripped down my thighs. I could suck on his cock and swallow like he was a creamsicle and it was a hot summer day.

In short, my fantasy was turning out to be ten times more fantastic than I’d ever dreamed it would be.

I slept hard after about my fifth wave, thoroughly exhausted. When I finally woke up to morning sunlight peeking through the bedroom’s one window, I felt heavy and thick, rested, but so ready for more. I could already feel the next wave spreading through me and my womb demanding what omega wombs always demanded in heat.

I also woke up in Ace’s cozy bed with my wrists fastened above my head together by what felt like metal cuffs, my ankles bound by similar cuffs, and something small and weird stuck to my cock and balls. The rest of the bed felt empty, and when I pried my still-tired eyes open, I confirmed that Ace wasn’t in the bed or the room with me.

I drew in a breath, grinning a little at the way I was bound and abandoned, even though it unnerved me. I took a second to study the bed itself, which I’d only barely had time to do during the night. It was a typical kink bed, complete with rings and clips all along the posts that fastened to a metal canopy. What was unlike other kink beds I’d been fucked in before were the tiny cameras and what had to be something like motion sensors on every post and the canopy. They were all pointed down at me.

“Someone likes to watch the playback,” I mumbled sleepily and started to move.

My thoughts had only barely turned to questioning whether I’d specified anything about being recorded—I usually didn’t mind—when a canned voice from a speaker that must have been in the canopy suddenly said, “System activated.”

I froze. A shiver of fear and excitement rushed through me. System activated? Were there weapons or something that could hurt me aimed at me?

But no, there wouldn’t be. Not when both Ace and I had seconds checking in on us every six hours. We’d both texted our seconds in the middle of the night, between waves, to confirm everything was okay. As required, we’d sent pics to confirm as well.

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