Page 94 of Too Tempting

My Alpha needs me as much as I need her.

I moan again, clenching against her fingers, and she hums in approval. I nod my head, trying to convey that I’m close, that I’m ready to give her what she wants. The pressure against my clit is perfect, and she doesn’t relent in her pace for even a moment. With nothing to grab, I can’t do much except grab her hair that’s in a loose bun. She must like that, because she moans against my cunt. I can smell her arousal through the thick fog of my own, and it’s what sends me over the edge.

My back arching off the mattress as she sucks on my clit and fingers my pussy with only one goal in mind, to relieve myself of this overwhelming need.

I need my pack. I need the bonds.

“Bite me!” I don’t even recognize my own voice as I scream it as I reach my orgasm. “Please… please… please Alpha.” I beg her. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me. I know I’m probably crying.

“Sweet girl, look at me,” my Alpha asks, her hands on my jaw making me look at her. “I can’t. You know I want to,” she says softly.

If she wanted to, she would. “Please,” I beg. It’s like my skin is on fire, like every ounce of me will combust if I don’t have her bond mark on my skin. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. “Please.”

I see the tears in my Alpha’s eyes as she shakes her head. “Kelsey, we can’t,” she says in a soft voice. But I can’t take it anymore. Why won’t she give me what I need?

Rejected by my Alpha again. I go to crawl away, to hide in my pile of blankets. It’s safe there. It smells like all of them, though, and it feels suffocating.

What did I do wrong? My Alphas seemed pleased with me, that they wanted me. Why won’t they mark me? I don’t understand. I’ve been good.

“Kelsey, sweetheart, look at me,” My Alpha begs. Her voice is pleading but soft at the same time. I shake my head back and forth. How can I look into her pretty eyes and see that she doesn’t want me in that way? I’m good enough to fuck during my heat, but I’m notenoughfor the rest. Not enough to bond, not enough to make it official. I want to be enough. What did I do wrong?

“Sweet girl, please look at me.” She sounds like she’s about to cry too, but why? She doesn’t want me. Neither did my other Alpha. It’s too fucking much.

It seems the rest of the pack is awake. They all look at me with pity. Like they feel bad for rejecting me, and I can’t stomach the rejection anymore. I climb out of the nest. Running into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me, I sit on the floor, pissed that the door doesn’t have a lock. What the fuck?

I wrap my arms around my bent legs. My bare ass is on the cold tile floor as I cry my eyes out.

Rejected.

Not good enough.

Bad Omega.

When will I ever be enough?

I hear muffled voices behind the door. One of the voices I don’t recognize immediately. There’s a light tap on the door. I’m guessing it’s someone from mypretendpack, so I don’t answer.

“Kelsey, it’s Gloria, your moderator. Can I come in?”

Moderator?

I bang my head on my knees. I’m so fucking confused and disoriented. I want this ache to end. The sob that racks my body sounds animalistic to my own ears. My back is hunched and the only thing keeping the door closed is my body weight.

“Kelsey, please let me in. I don’t want to have to get security.”

I wipe my nose. In this state, security doesn’t seem good. Even if my Alphas don’t want me, I don’t want other Alphas in here either. I move my weight off the door, cracking the door open just enough so Gloria can enter. She looks vaguely familiar. I scent her as an Omega immediately. She shuts the door behind her and I hear groaning behind the door.

“Kelsey, do you remember me?” she asks, bending down so we can be face to face. I try to remember, all I can think about is how my Alpha denied me. “I’m Gloria, your moderator. You’re at Heat Haven, remember? You signed a document saying you wouldn’t bond during your stay at the facility. Your Alpha wants to mark you, but they aren’t allowed.”

“Allowed?” I ask.

“Right, not here. Perhaps once your heat is over, but not here at Heat Haven. Do you understand?”

Not really, but she doesn’t smell like pack and I want her out. Logically, I just nod my head in agreement.

“Do you want me to take you away from here?” she asks.

That gets my full attention. I may have been rejected, but I’m not leaving. I shake my head and she gives me a gentle smile.

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