Page 24 of Slick Handling

CHAPTER 10

VAUGHN

Waking up covered in what feels like a gallon of my own come, decorated like a Christmas tree in sweet smelling Omega panties, and my dick burning from being jerked so hard was not how I wanted to spend my day.

Blinking several times to try and force myself to come back into myself, I try to remember what happened.

I had been so hot.

A rut?

Had there been an Omega or had I been hallucinating her? But these had to be her panties pasted to my skin with my own come.

She had to be real.

Where did she come from?

My cock got a rush of blood at the scent of her and I groaned, uncomfortable at the way it tried to get hard. The skin on my shaft had been stroked too much and now it felt like abuse to even have an erection.

What day was it?

Reaching for my phone, I sent a silent thanks to my pack mates. There was a water bottle on the table with an ibuprofen. My phone was plugged in so I could see what day it was.

Dozens of missed notifications lit up the screen. None of them mattered as I saw it was 5:22AM on Monday.

I had jerked off for an entire weekend.

No wonder my cock felt like it had been through a meat grinder. I had beat it to death and now it would never be the same.

Plucking off the stiff underwear from my skin, I grimace at the feel of the fabric. If it wasn’t an inanimate object there isn’t a doubt in my mind that the panties would be pregnant. That’s how much of my semen is soaking them. They’re not even soft anymore but stiff like little statues of my shame.

This is worse than my first rut at 15. I had thought that only young horny Alphas had ruts like this. The control I had been honing in on and perfecting over the years was completely destroyed as I let three days pass by me so I could beat off.

A shower would help.

I could wash off the come coating my skin and try to feel like a normal person again. Since it is Monday, I’d go to some classes, and then go to the skate at 2:00pm. I’d need to workout and refuel so I’d probably be at the rink late. At least a 7:00 pm night to regroup and refocus on hockey.

Wonder what happened with the two games the boys played.

I took the stairs two at a time, turning the corner to walk into the kitchen and freezing. Turns out that Omega I thought I was hallucinating was real.

Her eyes look up to meet mine as she smiles at me.

“Hi Vaughn, are you feeling better?”

The way she says my name makes me worry that I’m going to end up back in a rut. I’m frozen in place looking at her sitting at the kitchen island with a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. Apollo is beside her and McKinley is fussing around with the coffee maker he never really learned how to use.

What the heck happened during my rut?

“Are you ready to go to the gym?” Griffin nudges me from behind, making me snap to.

He’s moving around the island, completely ignoring the Omega, as he hits a few buttons and gets the coffeemaker going.

“I could have done that.” Grumbles Mick as he moves away from the machine and sits down next to the girl.

She’s gorgeous.

A tiny little thing with waves of blonde hair that is tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. She isn’t wearing any makeup and it makes her pink lips look softer. Her blue eyes shining out without any makeup distracting me from the color.

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