Page 15 of Omega Rock

I nod. Did I actually whimper, or did I manage to keep it to myself? Can Noah feel the way my body is starting to tremble?

“I’m okay,” I finally say. “Just need to use the restroom really quick.” I stand and pray to god that there is no wet spot on the chair, or on my pants. Everything was going so right. Why the fuck is this happeningnow?

My heart sinks in my chest as I hurry to the rest room and lock the door behind me. It’s just one room with a toilet, sink, and a mirror above it. I lean my head back against the door and try to breathe deeply.

Omegas. Alphas. Betas. They’re all a fact of life. And yes, I clocked they were alphas when we met, so I’m sure they clocked the fact I’m an omega at the same time.

But scent matches are so rare. So special. And the fact they’ve started my heat early, too…

I should be overjoyed. Any other omega might be happy at finding this kind of match in their life.

But these guys aren’t a pack. These alphas and I have just met. And everything we’re supposed to be focusing on—the music, creating a band, taking this chance Wes is giving us and making something out of it—hasto come first.

Oh, but a heat burns at my core. My body shakes at the mere memory of Noah’s hand on my shoulder.Needcourses through every fiber of my being.

I need relief. My body craves it as arousal thrums like hot summer through me.

Hot summer at a campsite with my alphas and their woody, nostalgic scents.

Fuck me.

“Oh, god.” Another bolt of arousal careens to my core. I double over and move to the sink. Within minutes, this heat started and is brewing so hot, I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave this bathroom.

I need to cum. But I already know it won’t be enough. But I also can’t stay here all fucking night.

How much time has already passed? I can barely think through this heated haze. I’mprettysure no one’s knocked on the door yet, so not too much time.

My nipples are so hard against my bra. Every movement sends them brushing against the fabric.

I lose the war.

I slip my right hand down under the waistband of my pants and panties and into my sopping core. A single brush against my clit has me crying out. Thankfuckfor the loud music blaring through stereos, even into the bathroom.

I work quickly, but it doesn’t even take that much. I’m so slick, so hot, so swollen, that my first orgasm has my toes curling and legs quaking within thirty seconds.

It’s not enough. I know it’s not enough. But I’ve coaxed myself through heats before, and I’ll be fuckingdamnedif I don’t make it back out there for dinner with the band.

I work myself again. This orgasm comes quicker than the first. The release is a little relief, but it’s not until I slip two fingers inside myself and thrust that actual relief starts to build. My third orgasm feels more full, more satisfying, and by the time I reach four, I’m certain I can function again. For just a little bit. Even it means stopping on the hour drive back home to get myself off more.

But I amsoaked.

I clean up as best as I can and toss my panties into the trash. They are useless to me in this state.

I exit the bathroom and make my way back to the table with all three of the guys looking at me with concern the entire time. I put on the most convincing smile that I can, but the truth is I know my face is still flushed, that my pupils are probably still dilated, and that every step I take brushes my thighs together. I am hyper-aware of every feeling on my body.

“Mia?” Aiden asks as I sit. He and Noah both reach out but I brush them off.

“I, um, yeah. Please don’t touch me right now.” Fuck me, I’m so embarrassed.Soembarrassed. “I’m okay, just… I’m okay.”

The alphas share a knowing look. Knowing because they’re so much older and probably have definitely seen an omega in heat before. This isn’t new to them, and there’s some sort of non-verbal conversation between them, because the next thing I know, Noah’s getting up. He disappears toward the bar. Leo also stands and holds open the exit door for me as Aiden gestures for me to walk through it.

“We don’t need to end tonight because of me,” I say. “God, I feel so… stupid.” Stupid’s not the right word. But embarrassed feels childish somehow, whichisstupid. Heats are a fact of omega life, and this is the consequences of my own drinking action. It just also happens to be the exact kind of thing even Sable warned me about.

“Don’t,” Leo says as I pass by him into the cool night air. It helps alleviate some of the heat. “I think we all realized you’re an omega earlier.”

“It’s early,” I say as a weak explanation. “I’m sorry.”

Aiden follows us out the door. “Don’t apologize. We won’t stay here, though. My apartment’s not far, we can keep talking there or… not. How far is home for you?”

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