Page 46 of Monsters After Dark

My hand slipped between my thighs even as shame filled my cheeks. I knew it was natural for omegas to desire sex during their cycle, but I’d never touched myself before, and the thought of filling myself with my own fingers seemed somehow naughtier than submitting to a male.

My fingertips slipped through the fluids coating my feminine folds, seeking something to ease the ache. A gasp ripped from my lips as they passed over a small bump at the top of my opening, sensations spiking through my middle and making me freeze.

A new throb began in the little bundle I’d found, demanding I touch it again. I moved to my back as I switched between circling the little nub and brushing over the top of it, tension building in my belly but refusing to release. My head tossed from side to side, tears leaving burning tracks on my face as I begged my body for the relief it refused to find.

I didn’t realize I was crying out loud until a sudden noise froze the sounds in my throat. My body went on alert, stilling as my ears strained to find the source of whatever startled me. The scent I’d noticed earlier had grown stronger, coating my tongue in the heady aroma that made me think of nothing more than male.

“Don’t let me interrupt you, little omega. I was enjoying the show.”

The gruff voice echoed through the darkness, ripping a gasp from me as I scrambled away from the sound. My entire body throbbed with denied need as I crouched and searched desperately for the source. A small part of my brain recognized I was in danger, but my body only responded by releasing more slick to roll down my thighs, like that would save me.

The next cramp threatened to tear my body in half, the muscles in my middle rippling and forcing me into a ball of misery at the edge of my nest. Whoever was in the cave with me hadn’t been a voice I recognized, and I was beyond the point of being able to run.

“Please…”

It was the only word I could force past trembling lips, and even I didn’t know what I was asking for. Part of me demanded I send the male away while another part wanted me to roll over and present. The deepness of the voice and the scent surrounding me left no question that the speaker was an alpha.

“Please what, little one? Do you need help?”

A whimper was my only response. With the pheromones of the male taking effect in my brain, the cramps had become non-stop, one rolling in on the heels of the last, leaving me breathless and crying into the thin grass covering the stone. My core clenched over and over, demanding to be filled with thick alpha cock.

I heard the same scraping sound as before coming closer, stopping at the edge of the little depression I’d claimed for my heat. A low growl left my throat before I could think, but it was only met with a chuckle from the hulking male I could sense at the edge of my space.

“Temper, temper. I’m only offering to give you what you need.”

There was a strange accent to the words the male spoke, but they were clear enough to understand. Despite the delicious scent rolling off him and the demands of my body, it was instinct to protect my nest, even as pitiful as it was.

There still wasn’t any light in the cave, but the alpha’s presence was enough for my eyes to lock on to where I assumed he stood. The sense of motion caused me to flinch further away but there were no more scraping footsteps, and nothing touched me.

Another harsh cramp pulled my focus back to myself, the desire between my thighs growing more desperate with each breath of the male’s musk. My hand slipped to my core again without conscious thought, two fingers dipping into my entrance to try to ease the pain, but only succeeding in making me more miserable.

I wasn’t going to make it for days like this. It was torture.

I pushed another finger into my opening, ignoring the alpha’s presence and thrusting in and out desperately. Something had to give, and I was scared it would be me giving into the male lurking so close.

A soft moan escaped my throat as my knuckles stretched my entrance, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

“Poor omega. I have what your body craves.”

I snarled towards the male, turning so my back was to where the voice originated. It came from lower than it had before and I could picture him crouching on the edge of my nest, watching as I tried to ease the ache. Waiting for the inevitable.

His scent was divine. There was a saltiness to it now that spoke of virility. That called to the animal parts of me and told me this was a male in his prime. A male worth submitting to.

I panted as my fingers worked. Free hand braced against the stone edge of my wallow, I tried to ride my thrusting digits, but it couldn’t provide the stretch or the friction my nature demanded. Even adding my little finger to the other three did nothing.

Time had no meaning in the desperate daze I’d fallen into. It could have been hours or days or mere seconds that passed in my search for relief before I finally collapsed with a sob.

I’d almost forgotten about the male perched at the side of my nest until he spoke again.

“Give in little one. Let me soothe your pain.”

“I will submit to no man.”

My snarled words echoed back to me even as a chuckle rumbled through the cave.

“Well, I am no man.”

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