Chapter 36
JAMIE
Eileen was overjoyed at my cashing in on our pinky promise—and absolutely professional about it. I have no idea how she managed to go from the links I sent to the bag containing everything I asked for in under thirty minutes, but she made it happen. I can see why Morgan likes her so much.
Those are the last of my rational thoughts as I stumble into my room.
I think I’ve gone into heat. It shouldn’t be possible—I haven’t missed a suppressant dose, and it’s still a week before I’d normally be due.
But in retrospect, the signs were there. It crept up slowly enough that I didn’t notice before. The suppressants have given me hundreds of chances to hop off the bus—I just haven’t taken any of them.
Suppressants are designed to prevent heat under normal circumstances. These stopped being normal circumstances the moment I let myself fantasize about Morgan.
And the full moon didn’t help. Basking under it at the marina, on the balcony… Did Morgan do that on purpose? Was she trying to trigger me?
There’s plenty of evidence to the contrary, but the mere idea of Morgan pushing me into heat on purpose, making me need her, is enough to send my arousal boiling.
I strip out of my sweaty, ruined suit and pull Morgan’s shirt over my head—she never asked for it back after that night we shared the bed.
Clumsy with need, I dump out the bag on the bathroom floor—two knotted dildos and a lot of lube. I grab the dildo with a suction cup and stick it to the shower wall so I can fuck myself hard.
Her scent lingers in her shirt, and it drives me insane. I pull it up to my nose, taking a deep breath. I can’t tell if it’s making everything worse or if it’s exactly what I need.
It’s another leaky-bucket problem. The suppressants can neutralize a certain amount of the hormones that trigger heat, submission, and the general woes of being an omega.
But I’m piling in more and more stimulation, and the suppressants can’t keep up.
For any other alpha, I’d have no problem sprinting in the opposite direction.
But Morgan…
I want her. I want her so badly, and I keep reaching for those omega feelings, leaning into them.
Still, I’m not yet sure if that’s what’s happening, or if I’m just horny.
But I am sure that I need to fuck myself harder, that I need to find release.
Heat coils at my core as I near the edge, my nose full of Morgan’s scent, remembering grinding against her, my cock in her mouth—
I scream as I climax, the sound echoing off the bathroom tile, loud and needy. I spurt onto the tile floor, driving the silicone cock into my ass, but I haven’t taken the knot yet.
I pant and beg and moan, my body tingling with pleasure, but there’s no release. And there won’t be any release until Morgan’s knot is deep in my ass, until I’m filled with her, until her teeth are around my throat…
Okay, yeah, I’m definitely in heat.
Morgan asked me to do my best, and I will. Yet, my body is conflicted. I want to obey my alpha, but I’m reluctant to take this knot that isn’t hers, still aching to throw myself back out on the balcony.
I’m too far gone to second-guess myself, and I scramble for my phone, then text Morgan, Tell me to take this knot for you.
If I just see the words next to her name, that should be enough. But a moment later, a voice memo appears. I hit play.
Morgan’s husky voice echoes through the bathroom and my brain. “Take that fucking knot for me and let it all out, baby.”
“Oh, god!” I cry out and shove myself down, the knot snapping into place.
Normally, that’s enough to make me cum.
Now, I only ache for more.
Another voice note appears.
“Fuck, I love how you moan for me,” Morgan purrs, a feral growl lacing her tone.
She can hear me?
Oh god, of course she can hear me.
I rock against the dildo, but I hardly feel the massive knot.
I do my best, pumping my cock and rocking until I’m aching, moaning, spilling over the edge.
But again, there’s no release. It’s not enough.
It’s nowhere near enough.
I send to Morgan,
I’m sorry
I can’t
I need you
Her voice note says, “Then that collar better be on tight.”
I force myself to take a deep breath and lean off the knot with a whimper. The dildo easily slides out. There’s a larger one I could try, but I already know that’ll end the same way.
I breathe in for an eight count, out for ten. I need my hands to work.
The bag rustles as I pull out the posture collar and fasten the cool leather around my neck, tugging it tight.
The tall, stiff leather bites into my chin and the base of my neck, forcing my spine to straighten just like Morgan’s words do.
I clip a small padlock onto the metal loop that locks the collar, then rub the key between my fingers.
I need to put it somewhere Morgan can’t get to.
And to be honest, somewhere I can’t get to either.
There’s a mini-fridge in my room. I pull out a slender water bottle, take a sip, drop the key into it, then shove the bottle to the back of the freezer compartment. That’ll have to do.
I pause by the mirror and give the collar one last tug, then stop short.
The dark leather hugs my neck, gold hardware gleaming in the low light. My pupils are so large I look high, my hair is a wild mess, and Morgan’s shirt hangs off my shoulders except for where my cock tents the hem. My legs are bare otherwise.
Maybe it’s that I’m already so far gone, but fuck, I feel… good.
Even so, as I reach for the door handle, I consider how insane this is.
Are you sure?
Every part of me gives a resounding yes.
I open the door.