Page 14 of Fever

Sotay

On quiet feet, I sneak into the apartment and take off my dirty boots, then strip off my sodden clothes. It’s nine in the morning, and water hitting the tile in the bathroom tells me Leah is in the shower. Excellent. I’m dirty. She’ll help me wash. Or stab me in the eye for my no-show last night.

I entered the gate and got stuck somewhere between Earth and Regha. It took Dreikx from the outside of the gate and me from the inside to get me out before I drowned in the mud I landed in. I don’t know nor do I care where I landed that had this much mud, only that I came away before my balls froze. Could have been somewhere on Earth the gate had projected to, could have been the Queela region on Regha. Regardless, I barely found a way out.

In the kitchen, I chug from a bottle of water, then proceed to the master bedroom, only to find it empty. Steam comes from the shower, but before I make my presence known, I check the spare bedroom and, sure enough, find Leah has slept here. I don’t like this. Not one bit.

Back in the master bedroom, I head for the bathroom. Through the mosaic glass, I see the silhouette of her body, and my dick jumps. I stroke it a few times.

“I’m almost done,” she says.

I cock my head. She doesn’t sound mad or upset, which upsets me more. She doesn’t even give a shit that I never showed up. Probably did a happy dance before she slept last night. That won’t do. I open the glass door and step inside. “Hey, baby,” I say.

Leah turns around, eyes firmly locked with mine.

I don’t have this issue. I peruse her fine curves from the top of her head to her toes and back, lingering on her tits. I love her tits. Leah is more than a handful, with large brown nipples I’m gonna suck until I can milk something out of them. Yes, I am a pervert. It’s in my blood. She’s lucky I don’t make her call me Daddy.

“How was your night?” she asks.

“Difficult. I got stuck inside the gate.”

“Mm-hm,” she says.

“I know thismm-hm. I really did get stuck inside the gate and couldn’t get out.”

“Whatever.” She steps forward as if to go around me and leave. I stop her with a hand on her hip, then bring her closer so one of her legs slides between both of mine. Leah’s pussy flares with arousal, and I smell it. She glances up, pupils dilating. “I’m done here. Would you mind?” She gestures toward the glass.

Bullshit. “I mind.” A thumb on her hip, I draw lazy circles and release my scent. Her lips part. Her eyes flutter briefly. I brush my cheek against hers and whisper in her ear. “You know I can smell wet pussy, right?”

“I know.”

If my scent was any stronger, I’d bond her.

Leah sways. “Jesus.”

“You also know I release pheromones?”

“Yes. You smell like sex and cinnamon sticks.” Her head falls back, neck exposed. She grabs my biceps and holds on. I move my hand from her hip down to between her legs and cup her pussy, gently sliding a finger along the slit. Omega lubricant coats it, and I bring the juice to my nose. Not a trace of Betaren. I lick my finger. She watches my movements, pupils dilating.

Again, I stroke her, slow, lazy circles on her entrance, avoiding her clit. Leah makes cute noises and doesn’t pull back, doesn’t tell me no, doesn’t fight me. My pheromones work, nudging her into heat. Excellent. I am fucking lucky. I peck her on the nose. “I have a really big cinnamon stick. You want to taste?”

Leah fists her hands. “”You stood me up.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” I squeeze her ass. “Gonna take you out for breakfast.”

“What should I wear?”

I narrow my eyes. “A pretty little dress. Open in the front. And sandals so I can look at your toes.” This morning, her toes are painted yellow. I’m unsure if she did it on purpose or if it’s a coincidence. Yellow is my color. Initially, it was a pale brown yellow, the color of jaundice as I’m the Hordesman they associate with the biblical one called Pestilence. They think I’ve brought on the Omega disease. In recent years, I’ve used a brighter yellow. I find it suits my personality better and also makes humans happier.

“Yes, Alpha. I will wear whatever you want.” She steps out of the shower, grabs a towel, and leaves, but pauses by the door. She turns and looks right at my dick. Her eyes widen, and I spread my legs.

“You can sprinkle cinnamon all over it. You get fourteen and a half inches of cinnamon-flavored stick. Try one before breakfast?”

Leah giggles and leaves.

Smirking, I wash, thinking it’s nice she’s finally accepted I’m her male and we’re gonna enter her heat agreeing to bond. In the shower, I don’t take too long to jerk off, only a few extra minutes, and exit a happy male. I dress in a newtil, no shirt, so she may look at my substantial muscles. My hair I braid in seconds, then get my shiny new boots on and enter the living room. No Leah.

I check the spare bedroom.

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