Chapter 3
HAILEY
Our shift is over and the Omegas are still thinking about going out.
“You okay, Cherry?” Riley asks with a smile. He’s covered in glitter and a few different Alpha scents.
I lick my lips and decide to confide in him.
“Have you ever been asked to do something outside of Lavender Moon?” I ask and a wide smile takes over his face.
“Baby’s first freelance?” he jokes and I shrug. “Who was it?”
“Hayes, the Beta with the backwards cap,” I say, wondering if he’ll recognize the name.
He whistles. “Honey, do whatever that man asks.”
“Really?”
“He’s huge in Vegas. First Beta under thirty to become a poker champion. He’s loaded, hot, and you know, I think he’s perfect for you.”
“What. Why?”
“I’ve known since I was sixteen I was an Omega. I’m used to all the shit that comes with this designation and how to deal with Alphas. I think a Beta would maybe help you get out of your shell a little bit.”
“I don’t mean to be—”
“Hey,” he says, grabbing my shoulder and smiling. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. You designated late, your life changed and you’re figuring everything out. I mean, at least that’s what I’ve gathered. I’d like to get to know you better and I know a lot of the other Omegas would too.”
I smile back, feeling at ease with him. He’s right, I do need to try harder with the other Omegas. I can’t keep just letting myself disappear in the background. It’s not who I want to be. It’s not who I am.
“Thanks, Riley. I think I’d like that too.”
“I think Luna is going to throw a party at their new house soon. Maybe you can bring that super hot Beta.”
My cheeks heat. “He’s going to give me a new car if I go to a tournament with him.”
Riley laughs. “You lucky bitch.” I bite my lip and he shakes his head. “You better come back with all the juicy details.”
“I will,” I tell him, packing up to head home.
The entire drive all I can think about is Hayes’ hands on mine and how good it felt.
There’s a smile on my face and I feel hopeful for something.
I know it’s just a side job, but he sought me out.
All the beautiful Omegas at Lavender Moon and he chose me.
I’m probably romanticizing something that isn’t there, but it’s the first time since I became an Omega I feel eager about someone and I’m going to let myself have it.
As soon as I get home, Smokey is winding himself between my legs. I give him pets and open his wet food and place it by his water before washing off after a long night. The warm water rushes down my skin, erasing all the glitter, sweat, and scents.
I towel-dry my hair and put on an oversized sleep shirt with my favorite band on it and lie down in bed. Smokey chooses to sit in his cat tree looking out the window. I lick my lips thinking back to Hayes and his hands on me.
When's the last time I wanted to touch myself so badly?
I creak open my nightstand and pull out my new toy. I sterilized it when it came in, but haven’t dared to use it yet. Even though I already took a shower I don’t care. I place a towel under myself before lubing up the toy.
It’s huge. Overzealous even?
The shaft is bright purple, and the base has a knot that expands with a pump. God, I need the stretch so fucking bad.
I slide the tip over my clit, teasing myself, imagining it as Hayes’ cock before slipping it inside of myself. Repeatedly I fuck myself with the toy. The suctioning sound of my pussy gripping the toy turns me on even more as I start to pull pleasure from myself.
It’s hitting just the right spot as I grasp the pump and inflate the knot, larger and larger. The scream I let out scares Smokey and he runs into the kitchen. My legs shake and my head tosses back as I come.
I squeeze the knot function one more time, the stretch almost too much, making my orgasm last even longer. I pant, my chest rising and falling with the intensity of the release.
A small laugh escapes me and I go to deflate the knot.
Nothing happens and I wince as I try to sit up. Sweat covers my brow and panic starts to set in. I threw the directions out, but I remember that you just have to turn this little lever and it should deflate. I press a little harder to move the mechanism and it falls off.
Tears fill my eyes and I try not to panic.
I take a few deep breaths and try to tug the toy from my pussy, which makes me scream; it’s not moving a single inch.
Oh my fucking god.
I grab my phone and at that moment I realize I have no one to call, which only makes me break down even further.
I’m borderline having a panic attack. I try tugging on it again, or getting it to deflate and nothing works.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I dial 9-1-1 with shaky fingers.
“911, what’s your emergency,” the dispatcher asks. I want to die as I have to say the words.
“I need medical assistance.”
“What’s your medical emergency?” she asks calmly.
I cry a little bit and sniffle. “I have something stuck inside me,” I reply.
“We’re sending a unit your way. Is your door unlocked?”
I rub my forehead, wincing with every movement. I’m suing this sex toy company for every cent they’re worth. I tell her the code to get into my door and I wait. I’m mortified as I see flashing lights outside my window, knowing they’re here for me.
I want to disappear, but then I realize no one would be able to take care of Smokey.
There are a few taps on the door, and I hear it creak.
“Las Vegas Fire Department,” the deep voice says and I try to not break down completely as I realize a fucking firefighter is going to see me in this state.
If there’s a god, he hates me.
“Ma’am?” the voice says and it forces me to speak up.
“I’m back here,” I say, covering myself with my blanket as much as possible.
My worst fucking nightmare walks through the door. Fuck. How did I forget he was a firefighter? It’s my mother’s boyfriend, Nate. I’m sure they bonded not long after she kicked me out, his reaction to my scent was the entire goddamn reason she wouldn’t let me stay.
He stalls at the entry of my room, his eyes wide and nostrils flared as he inhales my scent.
I wanted to be sucked into the earth earlier, but right now I would truly like every trace of my existence to be removed from the planet.
He’s wearing his blue jumpsuit that shows off his massive arms and just how big he is. His black hair is styled and his big brown eyes just stare at me for a long moment.
Rock meet fucking bottom.
“Hailey?” he says my name and I give him a watery smile.
Yeah, please someone smite me right about now. Not only do I have a hot firefighter who I have to tell I have a toy stuck inside me, but he also happens to be one of my mother’s horde of Alphas.
I’ve never hated myself more.
“I got this. Everyone wait out here,” Nate says, shutting my bedroom door.
He takes a deep breath, like he’s trying to get himself under control as he puts on a pair of blue nitrile gloves.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
Words don’t come easily; in fact, I think I’d rather just let myself be cremated with this massive purple toy inside of me.
“Hailey, it’s okay. No one else is going to come in. I’m a firefighter paramedic, remember?”
I glance away, really trying to hold it together without sobbing.
“It wouldn’t deflate,” is all I can get out.
“Okay. Trust me, this is not the first time something like this has happened,” he says like some sort of reassurance. “Can I look?”
A small sound of acknowledgement squeaks out of me.
“Can I pull back the blanket and take a look?”
I turn away from his pretty Alpha face and pull the blanket back.
“I’m going to touch you now, okay?”
His gloved hand spreads my legs wider and now I’m somehow in pain, mortified, and turned on all at the same time.
Awesome.
“I’m going to try and deflate it,” he says.
Nate attempts to fuck around with the pump and realizes just as I did that the piece of shit toy is broken.
“We should probably take you to the hospital,” he says and I shake my head like a mad woman.
“Please, Nate. I don’t have insurance right now and I think this is mortifying enough,” I tell him. Sure, I make great money at Lavender Moon, but it’s not a full time job and there aren’t any benefits. I should have signed up for Omegacare, but it just kept slipping my mind.
“Hailey. What do you mean you don’t have insurance?” Nate scolds.
“I don’t think right now is the right time to discuss this,” I say pointing down to where he can see my vagina on full display.
He wipes his forehead with his shoulder. Is he sweating?
“Okay. But that means I’m going to have to touch you.”
I swallow thickly. If my mom finds out she’s going to be pissed. She hasn’t spoken to me since the day I left. She’s connected to powerful Alphas. What if she goes on a tirade to fuck up my life?
“Maybe someone else should do it?” I say, trying to close my legs.
“No,” he replies and clears his throat, like he didn’t mean to say that. “I’ll help you. It’s okay, just relax the best you can.”
“Relax?” I repeat and this motherfucker laughs.
His laugh is rich and smooth, a lot like his scent. Nope. Absolutely not. We can not scent my mother’s boyfriend who’s seeing me in the most compromising position of my life.
“I’m going to touch you now. You may feel some pressure, let me know if anything hurts or if it’s too uncomfortable.”
His fingers glide along my entrance and I hold my breath, attempting to think of morbid fucked-up things. Not how good his fingers feel.
Nate moves the knot ever so slightly and I whimper.
“Sorry, sweetheart, just breathe.”
I take a deep inhale through my nose as his finger swipes the base of the knot. I shutter as a gust of air escapes me.
“Good, Hailey. I just need you to stay still, alright?”
I cover my eyes with my forearm so he can’t look at me. He isn’t allowed to be this nice to me, and he surely can’t be touching me with the softness he currently is. This is all so incredibly fucked.
“Another deep breath,” he says, spreading my pussy lips and I bite down on my tongue so I don’t moan.
Air deflates from the knot and I breathe a sigh of relief, which is quickly ruined by the amount of slick that floods out of me and onto the towel below.
When I remove my forearm I realize Nate is staring down at me. I clear my throat and his pretty brown gaze meets mine. He slides the toy out of me and I whimper as he places it on the towel.
He clears his own throat and tries to compose himself.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you,” I say. I know my face and neck have to be flaming red with embarrassment.
“You should still go to the doctor to get everything checked out. There’s a clinic that’s free for Omegas. I can send you the information.”
I close my legs and throw the blanket over myself. The door to my bedroom opens as a handsome man pops his face through the door. He doesn’t look at the bed, but respectfully up at the ceiling.
His skin is a light brown, his hair trimmed tight against his head, and his jawline looks like it could cut diamonds as he tilts his head upward.
“Everything okay? We have another call at Harrah’s.”
“Yeah, we’re good. I’ll be out in a sec, Sterling,” Nate says.
Sterling glances over at me for a moment, a soft sympathetic smile on his face as Smokey uses that moment to sneak back into my bedroom and jump on my bed.
“You got a cat?” Nate asks, taking off the latex gloves…and putting them in his pocket.
“His name is Smokey,” I say softly, ready for these hot firefighters to get the hell out of my house so I can perish in peace.
Nate seems uncomfortable as he stands from my bed and clears his throat. I always wondered why he was interested in my mom, he was too young and far too kind for her.
“Take care of yourself, Hailey. Or…” He runs a hand through his hair, like he wants to say something more. All I want is to be left alone in my embarrassment. He exhales softly, shaking his head. “Just take care of yourself, okay?”
“Yeah. Thank you,” I reply.
“Lock the door when we leave,” he says.
I salute him and when he smirks back at me I think I need the paramedics to return as I stroke out from stupidity. There’s a shuffling of footsteps as the firemen leave my home. I lock the door as soon as they’re gone and immediately melt on the floor.
How the fuck is this my life?