Prey

2: The First Heat

The room was enveloped in a scorching muggy heat that left your hair nearly soaked with sweat as you writhed and cried out atop your bed, naked as you clawed at your sheets in a desperate attempt to will the pain in your lower abdomen away. Your body shook and trembled uncontrollably as sweat dripped down your face and back, hot slick pouring from between your thighs effectively ruining your covers.

"I know this is difficult," Natasha spoke from an intercom that was installed on the ceiling, "but you have to stay in here until your heat passes."

Difficult wasn't even close to describing how dealing with your first heat felt. Most women once reaching the age of twenty experienced their first heat cycle, but you were a late bloomer. The later the heat came the more intense the first one was, and you were already three years overdue.

You moaned pathetically into your pillow and rutted your hips against the sheets, desperate for any type of friction against your throbbing center. It was physically painful not having anything inside of you, you craved the touch of someone to give you blissful relief, specifically the touch of a certain God of Mischief. There was no denying he had been the trigger for your heat, seeing him so worked up and aroused had been the perfect storm. You wanted nothing more than for him to break the door off its hinges and fuck you senseless into the mattress.

Natasha spoke up again. "Try to get some sleep, I'll bring you some food later." The intercom went dead and you kicked the covers off of the bed, tired of the extra heat against your boiling skin.

Five days. You had to put up with the unbearable arousal for five days. You groaned in frustration and held a pillow over your face, muffling the whimpers and cries that escaped every so often when a fresh wave of desire washed over you. It angered you to be so desperate and vulnerable, weakness was not an acceptable trait when in a pack. When the other women went into heat their mates took care of them so they could still do their jobs, but you were stuck in your room begging for an orgasm that wouldn't come.

Sighing loudly you rolled over and curled into a ball, holding your lower abdomen trying to not think about the pain, or the throbbing of your untouched center. Heat pulsed through you making you pant into the mattress, limbs shaking so hard you held your knees to your chest trying to stop the trembling. Oh, it was unbearable.

Your eyes slowly drifted closed and you thought you were dreaming when a silken voice purred in your mind, "Oh my sweet little Omega, I can smell you from my prison they call a room. Do you crave my knot?"

You bolted into a sitting position, crying out in pain as getting up that quickly tore at the pain in your stomach. You scanned the room for the source of the voice, but found no one there. Thinking it was just a dream you slowly laid back down until it spoke again, this time right against your ear.

"I can hear your cries of desperation. Believe me, nothing would bring me greater joy than shoving my cock into that untouched pussy of yours."

Your eyes widened and you gripped the sheets, recognizing the voice that spoke to you. It was impossible, you were on opposite sides of the tower, but here he was whispering the filthiest things into your ear. You swallowed hard as his words made your thighs clench, and when you spoke your voice was hoarse. "H-How is this possible?" You stammered.

A deep chuckle made you tremble. "I have many talents little girl, one of them being magic. I can see you right now, a vision to behold. Writhing atop your bed while slick pours from your center. Oh, how delectable you look. The things my tongue could do to you right now."

You whimpered at the thought, imagining his head between your thighs was a beautiful fantasy you wished to become reality. Your thighs spread involuntarily and you tilted your head back, your Omega instincts wanting to look pretty for him, as he said he could see you.

"Oh, yes my pet. Spread those pretty thighs for me, I wish to see how wet you truly are for me. . .My dear you are positively gushing. Such a good little Omega, so wet for her Alpha. I will ask you again, do you crave my knot?"

"Yes!" You cried into the empty room, hips bucking up for some sort of friction. Again that deep chuckle resonated in your head.

"How precious you are. I wish I could sate your desires my pet, but unfortunately I have been sentenced to solitude on my floor. Do not fret, we will be together soon, and I will give you what you need."

It went silent, and the voice of Loki never returned.