Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Flat Above Dough Knot Bakery, Haven
M y own pheromones become stronger in my excitement.
I glance at my closed bedroom door.
I can’t hear anything outside, apart from the low bustle and voices of the shop below me.
Vito is still busy.
I have time to play with Seven.
I let out a low, filthy moan, imagining that Seven is in my nest with me right now…that his scent (and fuck, I wish that I knew what it’s like, but he hasn’t told me, wanting our scent matching to be a surprise), is wrapped around me.
My pupils dilate, as I lose myself to the fantasy.
It’s dangerous, but I can’t resist.
For the last week, Seven has been expressing his dominance through sexting and hell, can this Alpha dirty talk.
My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. Then a wicked thought strikes me.
Well, Seven did take the piss out of my favorite vibrator.
I scramble to lean over the bed, scrabbling to open the cluttered bottom drawer of my nightstand.
I shove my tissues, silk eye mask, books, headbands, and makeup wipes aside to find my handheld purple magic wand vibrator.
With a purr of triumph, I yank it out of the drawer.
My pussy is already wet in anticipation of pleasure. This vibrator has helped me through my pre-heats, along with my special knotted vibrators and toys, which are how I’ve managed to ride out my heats without an Alpha.
The orgasms that I’ve had with Seven’s help, however, have been earth shattering.
He’s going to be incredible during my heat. I can sense it.
I clutch the vibrator to my chest, suddenly anxious.
Fuck, I hope that he is.
Then I balance a pillow at an angle next to me, propping up the phone. This way, I won’t need to hold it.
SWEET VENOM : Oh, yes. Let’s play. Guess what I have in my hands?
SEVEN: Your beautiful tits.
I blow out a shocked breath.
Fuck…
My eyelashes flutter at the beautiful tits .
I can’t resist skirting my fingers over my breast and then flicking my nipple, which peaks. I imagine that it’s Seven’s hand caressing me.
SWEET VENOM : Try again. You guessed it earlier.
With a smirk, I switch on the vibrator, which pulses in my hand.
I cringe at how loud it is.
I glance at my closed door and am glad that Vito is working downstairs.
I wish that I could afford a more expensive model, which doesn’t sound like I’m running a blender.
I should have turned on loud rock music to cover it.
Fuck it, this is about stress relief.
I need this to unwind.
SEVEN: Good Omega, seeing to your needs. I bet that you have your vibrator ready to make you writhe and whimper and fucking come. But only when I tell you.
Good Omega.
It’s electric every time that Seven calls me that.
Plus, I knew that he’d guess it.
He’s smart.
I begin to pant, slipping my hand down my pajama pants to stroke across my clit.
SWEET VENOM: Yes, Seven.
SEVEN: Get naked.
I can’t hold back the purr, which rumbles through me.
Seven’s giving me orders but he’s doing it to give me pleasure.
It’s what I love about him.
My cheeks are flushed.
I drop the vibrator onto the bed and drag my pajama top off. Then I shove my pajama bottoms down, which tangle around my ankles, before I kick them off in my eagerness.
It feels decadent, as well as vulnerable and exposing, to be lying here naked in the warmth of the morning light.
Yet I feel safe putting myself in Seven’s hands.
SEVEN: Do you trust me?
I hesitate only for a moment.
SWEET VENOM: More than I thought that I could ever trust an Alpha.
SEVEN: Good. Because you’re going to prove it today.
My breathing hitches, before speeding up.
What does he mean?
Excitement and anticipation, however, thrums through me.
I allow myself to sprawl back on the bed, sinking into the pile of cushions. I already feel more relaxed. My limbs are heavy, and my mind feels fuzzy.
I do trust him.
In this moment, I’m caught in these words that are typed in bubbles on the app.
When I close my fingers around the vibrator, I drop deeper into the fantasy that it’s Seven who’s in control.
He’s directing me now.
Directing this.
My chest is heaving. My skin prickles.
SEVEN: Listen to that buzz. Feel the anticipation, as it flows from your toes all the way up your body…calves…thighs…higher and higher…to your stomach and beautiful tits. Can you feel it?
“Yes,” I hiss.
I can imagine the press of the vibrator on my core and how I’ll jump at the first touch.
Yet every inch of my body is now aflame, from head to toe, at Seven’s words.
I tip my head to the side. And my dark hair spreads out over the pillow, in order to easily read the screen.
I want to enjoy this.
I need this.
I didn’t realize how much until now.
I’m fucking aching for it.
SEVEN: Now, bring that vibrator to your right nipple, before trailing it over both your beautiful tits. Keep doing that, until I tell you to stop.
Dominant bastard…and I wouldn’t want him any other way.
My hand tightens around the silicon vibrator. Then I trace it over my right nipple.
It’s too much and just right all at the same time.
I moan, and my back arches. I bite my lip so hard that pain spikes through me.
I squirm, as the vibrations reverberate through me.
SEVEN: I wish that I could see you. I bet you look fucking hot right now. You’re being so good for me. Come on, you can do this. Your tits are perfect. You’re perfect.
I stare at the screen.
Without conscious thought, my purr deepens.
No one praises me like this.
I’m a defective Omega. I’ve been honest to Seven about that because he’s going to see my Rej bracelet when we meet.
Yet he treats me like a precious Omega who deserves to be worshiped.
Like I’m perfect .
Nobody has said that about me before.
He can’t mean it, right?
I don’t care.
He’s making me feel a warmth that truly is trust, but also, something else.
I can’t think about that.
Instead, I focus on teasing the vibrator between my breasts.
I inhale, writhing.
I’m damp between my thighs, desperate to move the vibrator lower. I spread my thighs but hold myself back from touching.
Seven is in control and fuck, that’s turning me on.
“Please,” I whisper like Seven can actually hear me. “Please…”
I glance at the screen.
Come on…
Sweat drips down my neck. My eyes narrow.
Mean Alpha.
But I fucking love it.
Please, please, please…
SEVEN: Are you begging yet, my sweet venom?
My sweet venom?
I shiver, loving Seven’s possessive my .
It pushes me close to coming without being touched.
I nod, forcing myself not to reach out and type a desperate litany of begging.
That’s the game.
Obediently, I draw the vibrator over my peaked nipple again, as my chest heaves.
“Fuck,” I whine.
SEVEN: Do you want that vibrator on your pretty clit?
“Yes,” I howl.
SEVEN : Are you ready to come, sweet venom? To touch that toy to your wet pussy and push yourself over the edge? I can’t wait to spread you open. My tongue aches to taste you. I’m sitting here, imagining how hot you look right now, ready to come for me over and over and over . Your obedience is making me hard. I’m fucking hard for you, sweet venom.
I choke on my own tongue at every one of those images.
SEVEN: Stroke the vibrator down your stomach.
“Finally,” I gasp.
Excitedly, I draw the toy down my sweating stomach. My muscles twitch and jump.
SEVEN: My beautiful Omega, you’re so drenched for me. You are, aren’t you? Look at that delicious pussy, clenching and glistening. Now, press the vibrator to your pretty clit — hard — and don’t take it away, until you’ve come.
My eyes widen.
I take a deep breath, then I hold the vibrator directly against my clit, mercilessly.
I press my palm over my mouth to muffle my yell. I can’t hold my hips still, however, as I hump up and down against the intense sensation.
As the vibrator pulses against my sensitive clit, which tingles deliciously, I imagine all the phrases that Seven has said, in the deep voice that I’ve imagined for him.
They’re dominant but worshipful things that make me yearn for his touch.
… You’re being so good for me… You’re perfect… I can’t wait to spread you open. My tongue aches to taste you. I’m sitting here, imagining how hot you look right now… I’m hard for you, sweet venom. My beautiful Omega …
“My Alpha,” I whisper.
I’m not brave enough to type that to him.
I wish that I was.
Ecstasy is building up in me, blindingly fast. I try to twist away from it but I don’t want to lift the wand.
Seven and I have negotiated about our play, including limits and kinks, through a section on the app.
This intense stress relief, with pleasure winding through me in such an overwhelming way that my spiraling thoughts are quietened just for this short time, is exactly what I need.
I grit my teeth together.
My toes curl. I’m shaking.
Then all of a sudden, shocking in its unexpectedness, an orgasm forces its way through me like a wave hitting.
I turn my head and bite into a cushion to muffle my scream.
My back bows, and my mind whites.
For a long moment, I don’t even turn off the buzzing vibrator.
Finally, the oversensitivity between my thighs makes me switch off the toy.
Panting, I hurl the wand into my cuddle snuggle nest.
I giggle, wiping my hand over my face.
Shit, that was intense.
Mind-blowing.
Perfect.
I wish that Seven was here, so that I could make him come too. But then, this wasn’t about that.
He was caring for me .
My heart swells at that thought.
I scramble to drag my pajamas back on. My hair is standing up, and my makeup is smudged.
I’m an Omega hot mess.
Except to Seven, I’m a sex goddess.
Possibly, that’s the thing I love best about this dating app; I can feel close to Seven, while he doesn’t really know me at all.
I snuggle back into my cushions, dragging the blanket over me. My shoulders are relaxed. I feel loose and happy.
I haven’t felt this calm for months.
SEVEN: I’m assuming that you came. I didn’t kill you, did I?
I laugh.
SWEET VENOM: You did kill me but in the best way. Thanks, that was…
I huff a laugh.
What exactly was it?
What’s the name for masturbation via sexting?
Sexturbation…?
Grinning, I type:
SWEET VENOM: The best stress relief.
SEVEN: I’m happy to be of service. I’m your on call sexturbation Alpha.
I should have known that Seven would know the correct term.
Warmth curls through me. Why am I blushing?
How can I be shy, after Seven’s talked about my wet pussy , and I’ve just come on his order?
Yet I am.
Huh.
SWEET VENOM: So, what time shall we meet on Friday…?
SEVEN: I’ll send you the time and location, as soon as I know when I can get away from work. We’ll stay somewhere public, of course. I want you to be comfortable for the first meet-up.
SWEET VENOM: It’s a date.
I bang the phone against my forehead.
Shit, could I sound more dorky?
A date?
“No emotional connection,” I mutter. “Come on, Candy. He’s just a knot.”
I can’t think of anyone like that, however, even if he wants me to.
Why couldn’t he be an Alphahole like most of the Alphas from the Snakes? It’d be easier then.
Frustrated, I wipe my sweaty hair back from my face and swing my legs over the bed.
I might not have been able to sleep but I feel rested.
Orgasms are part of my wellbeing, see?
Reluctantly, I snatch my black t-shirt up from the floor.
Time to get back to work and the overwhelming mingling of smells in the main shop.
I touch the patch on my neck, pushing it more firmly on.
All of a sudden, there’s banging at my window.
Shocked, I snatch up a cushion like it’s a weapon. I tumble off the bed, painfully landing on my knees on the threadbare carpet.
Terror shoots through me. My pulse skyrockets.
A wide oak grows outside that window. The tree overshadows the tiny garden behind the bakery.
Has someone climbed up it?
A home invader? Omega kidnapper?
Why are they trying to break into my room?
I blanch.
Is it someone from the Snake pack? Dad? The triplets visiting like Dad threatened?
It’d be just like Gia to climb up the tree as a twisted prank and then scratch her nails like the Blair Witch against the glass.
I swallow, before crawling cautiously toward the window.
This bedroom is my safe space. I’m protecting it.
The brave Omegas who stand up for Omega rights surround me on the walls. I’m a member of the resistance myself, even if I’ve yet to do more than bake cookies for the cause.
I can defend myself and my own cushion strewn room.
I don’t need an Alpha to be my protector.
Taking a deep breath, I push myself to my feet and force myself to stare out of the window at the giant of a man, who’s balanced on the branch outside.