Their Terrified Mate

Chapter Twenty-Two

I wake up in a panic. It's still dark outside and I'm hyperventilating. I feel unbearably warm and I can feel slick pooling between my thighs. Oh goddess, not this, please anything but this. I start to cry.

After a while, I have no tears left and I feel restless. My dick is hard and I need something, anything, to get me off. But I can't. I'm desperate, but I've never felt pleasure down there, only pain. I don't know what to do.

I'm desperate for Dennis and James. I sniff, looking for their scents, but I don't have much in my room. I look around my room, not wanting to leave and I realize that I can smell them on the clothes that I'm wearing. On our date last night, the two of them hugged me and the faintest trace of their scent is still left.

I take off my clothes, including my boxers when the cold air hits my skin and I feel a lot better being naked. I start to search for any blankets or pillows I can find to build a nest and I take them into the closet. The bed is comfier, but I need a smaller space right now, and if the two alphas come in later, I'm not sure that I want them to find me.

It's hard though, because every instinct I have is telling me to find them. The fear that occupies my brain, however, is telling me that they'll only hurt me. I don't know how much I believe that, they've never hurt me before, but fear is not rational and I'm too weak to fight it.

I hide myself in my closet, but leave the door open so that I can see the window and watch as the sun rises. It must be between five and six in the morning. There's an alarm clock with the time on the table next to my bed, but I can't see it from my position in the closet.

As I sit in the closet, I rub my face against the clothes I was wearing and moan at the alphas' scent. What little traces of their scent that is left on my clothes smells so good I want to drown in it.

I don't know how long I stay there, smelling my alphas and humping a pillow, but after a while, there's a knock on my door. I can smell from here that it's Dennis and I whine, both wanting him to come closer and leave me alone.

Dennis knocks again and when I don't answer, he opens the door. "Noel," he says, "James has breakfast ready if you're hungry. Noel? Where are you?" Dennis' voice turns panicked when he doesn't see me on the bed and he comes into the room.

I can hear him sniffing around for me, and the closer he comes to me, the more heavenly he smells. I whine.

"Noel?" Dennis says before he looks into the closet and sees me on full display. I know that all of my scars are visible, but I can't bring myself to care. I arch my back and feel slick flow down my thighs. Dennis looks at me and his eyes grow dark.

"Dennis," I say, my voice hoarse, "please."

"Shit," Dennis says, and it looks like he wants to fuck me right here on my closet floor. His voice is strained as he looks at me and I can see him grow hard through his pajama pants. "Wait right here, baby," he says.

I whine in protest, but Dennis leaves anyway. I'm struggling to think and all I can focus on is the fact that Dennis left me. Why? Does he think I'm disgusting? Does he not want me? I guess I can't blame him, I'm damaged goods. I start to cry at the thought. I don't know why I was so scared of my mates assaulting me when it's obvious they won't even want me when I'm willing.

Tears flow freely down my cheeks and I can't deny the hurt in my heart as my stomach aches in heat. My dick is so hard against my body that I feel like one touch and I might explode. I reach for it and moan loudly as it twitches against my hand.

I feel disgusting as I pleasure myself with my hand, but it's not like anything I do can make me any more disgusting or undesirable as I am. I come from my hand, shooting my load onto a pillow, but my hardness doesn't go down and I sob. I need more. I'm not enough, I need my mates' touch.