Her Omega

Chapter 7-Trevor

I pace the room, fuming. How dare my body betray me like this...and how dare my Mate not tell me herself. Instead, she sent some random 14 year old kid to tell me the truth.

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and I glance back at the kid. He seems to be almost hyperventilating the closer the footsteps get to our room. The door bursts open, and the 14 year old drops to the floor, all but evaporating from sight.

I glance at the now open door, only to find Tare standing there with a box of fluffy objects and pancakes balanced precariously on the lid. She looks more nervous than I've seen her.

"Tell the kid to get out." I say. It's not like I have anything against the guy. He seems nice enough. However, I can tell he's uncomfortable with the situation, and I would hate to force him to witness this.

"Thanks for your help, Bailey. You may leave." Tare says, not breaking eye contact with me. I hear footsteps pounding on the floor, a door thudding shut, and then we're alone.

"How dare you not tell me! This would have changed things!" I say, my cheeks getting hot with embarrassment. Even talking about it feels like too much. Tare hisses in a breath.

"Even if I had told you, there's nothing I can do to stop it. And plus, I didn't know you had never had a heat before." She says, putting the bin down.

I grit my teeth. What she's saying makes sense. But under the current circumstances, I can't stop myself from being upset.

"So your telling me for the next week, I'm going to be constantly hard and wet until you decide I've had enough and fuck me!?"

Tare cringes, telling me that was exactly what she was planning. I see red. How dare she!

"That's bullshit!" I yell.

Tares eyes snap up to mine, making my words freeze in my throat.

"Watch your mouth, little omega."

I clench my jaw, looking away from her.

"Mate, this is going to be bad for both of us. It's not like you are going to be the only one who is horny...your heat has just begun, but after a couple hours, we're both going to be suffering."

"Oh? I didn't realize you were going to be the one to turn into a weak little bitch and jerk off 1 million times to no avail in a stupid fluffy nest." The moment the words leave my lips, I know I've fucked up. Tares eyes flicker from gray to Red, and her muscles strain against her skin. She's mad.

"No, mate. I suppose I won't turn into a little bitch like you will. Though if you had bothered to ask, you would know I'm going to be in pain too." She growls, inching closer to me.

I start to pant the closer she gets, unable to help myself. Just smelling her overpowering scent up close is beginning to speed up my heat. I can feel my cheeks heat up, and my dick becomes hard.

"The scent of your heat is going to turn me into little more than an animal." She says, coming impossibly closer. She towers over me, her eyes showing her slipping control. Her wolf is the one talking now. She trails a clawed finger down my cheek, her face morphing into a devil-like expression.

"Not claiming you is going to break my mind one second at a time until I can't think of anything other than holding your innocent body in my hands and pounding into it." Her claws trail down my body to hold my hips, the points of them digging in sharply. I start panting harder, practically moaning at the feel of her touching my body. It's unbearable.

"Until I can't think of anything other than filling you up and satisfying your needy, squirming body."She whispers. And then she leans down and licks the shell of my ear, her warm tongue making me shudder hard.

FUCK.

She pulls away.

"So don't you dare for one second think you are the only one who will suffer, little mate. Thoughts of claiming you will haunt my every waking thought until I see you again."

I tremble in place, unable to think a single coherent thought. My body is buzzing with unfulfilled need, and my skin burns hot to the touch. I feel absolutely feverish.

"Fuck, little mate. You look so hot right now. Maybe a taste of you wouldn't hurt..." she says, her voice little more than a growl.

Suddenly, the doors burst open making me jump in place. A man is walking into the room, followed by the young omega who broke the news to me earlier. They seem to be in big rush to get to us.

The man, who I now recognize as the second in command, walks up to Tare, and speaks to her lowly.

"I can't...I can't control it Ryder. It's like nothing I've ever experienced." She says, staring at me intensely. Her deep voice travels through me, making me shudder again. This time, it seems to make Tare lose it even more. She begins to come towards me again, but the man grabs her, pulling her back.

"This is for your own good, alpha." He says, practically dragging her from the room. She is likely stronger than he is, but she allows herself to be pulled from me. The doors slam shut after them.

Bailey the omega is at my side once again, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"It's going to be ok, Luna Trevor. Your going to get through this." I cringe at the title on his lips. I hate it. But I hate not being in my mates presence more. It's like I suddenly have a hole in my heart where she used to be. Not to mention I am very, very horny right now. I'm almost convinced it would have been better if she had stayed and put me out of my misery. Almost.

When I look at Bailey, I find him laying out some blankets on the bed, making it as fluffy as possible. He dumps some stuffed animals on the bed, and I roll my eyes. I'm not a child...I grab one anyway. And then he helps me into the bed, wrapping the blankets around me tightly. He hands me the pancakes, and then starts to leave.

"I'll be right outside the door if you need me. Your going to get through this."
He closes the door, and silence invades the room. I want to cry, but I need to jerk off more. And here, on Tares bed, surrounded by her scent, my dick seems to only get harder.

I slip down my boxers, my face a dark red. I almost never do this. I mostly just take cold showers when I...react. Touching myself makes me feel dirty. However, I sincerely doubt a cold shower would fix my problem. And it's too pressing to ignore. I look up in embarrassment and begin to jerk off. I feel slightly relieved. I let myself believe that maybe it will go away if I can just make myself cum. If I can just get there...

I pump myself hard, and Tares face flashes in my mind. Her beautiful, sharp face. And then...other parts of her flash through my mind too. I want to die of embarrassment. I hate this. It's horrible to be thinking about her like that right now. She's my mate...but everything is happening so quickly. If she knew how I was imagining her bulging muscles and perky boobs while touching myself, she would surely be offended.

I can't stop. I think of the way she pulled my face into her boobs and made me suck...and I lose it. I come harder than I ever have, barely catching it with a tissue from Tares nightstand. I breath heavily, my chest rising and falling intensely. I've never come so hard before.

However, when I look down at myself, I notice I'm still hard. Fuck. I'm not surprised, but I had allowed myself to hope that maybe they got it wrong. Maybe this wasn't actually a heat, but just a misunderstanding.

Dread sinks in my gut as I reach around and touch a finger to my backside. I turn impossibly more red. I'm wet. My hole is wet...ready to be filled. I can't keep the embarrassment off my face. I've never touched back there. I never even thought that I might have something shoved up there. I mean, I should have considering I'm an omega. But I just never really thought about that kind of stuff.

However, now, it seems especially pressing. Now it appears that my body will no longer allow me to ignore the issue as I have.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I allow myself to sink a finger in slightly. The feeling makes my eyebrows raise. What am I doing! I immediately take it out, embarrassed. No, I will just have to jerk off and hope for the best. I bring my hand back to my front side, stroking my still hard dick yet again.

This is going to be such a long week.