4. Lucas
Her eyes open wide as she stares into the camera, unable to look away.
“Is it slick?” I ask her once more, but this time I try to keep my voice less alpha-like to not scare her. “Answer me.”
She swallows. A lump travels from the top of her throat, rippling her neck on its way down before she slams her hand on her chest. “It’s nothing. Just a slight issue that I need to deal with.”
“A slight issue? What the fuck does that mean?” I grunt.
“It’s personal.” Her voice is back to strong and determined and her legs slam shut so I can’t stare at the delicious slick flowing between her legs.
But I saw it, and my chest heaves at knowing what I saw. Knowing what she is.
She’s an omega.
“You’re on BetaFans? Why?” I ask.
She’s obviously an omega who has done a great job of hiding her designation.
Or did she?
Is that the reason I’m so attracted to her? The reason I keep seeking her and nobody else.
My hand loosens on my dick as I stare at her. She is wondering what to say... what to do.
She’s about to lie to me.
“I thought I was a beta.”
I breathe heavily through my nose, wanting to call her out for the blatant lie. But how can I when I’ve lied to her?
She squeaks when she looks at the screen. My cock bangs against my abdomen and pre-cum leaks from the end.
I don’t know why she suddenly finds my dick so offensive, but as I don’t want my raging hard on getting in the way of what we’re discussing, I cover the end with my hand.
Then I realize she is looking at my swollen knot. Her tongue slides over her bottom lip, yet I don’t think she’s realized.
I push on my cock, holding it down, as I slide my boxer shorts to cover myself, then I quickly lift the camera, so she can only see my six-pack abs, but still not my face.
She sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide her body, but unwittingly squishes her gorgeous tits together. Each one would fit perfectly in my large hands. But it’s the sight of her squirming in front of me, and not her tits, that is getting me harder.
I thought it was strange that I liked a beta. But I did. I liked her because she had a sassy mouth, a brilliant mind, and she had plans for her life and didn’t talk about wanting a man. I liked that she intended to do everything herself.
Everything a typical omega didn’t want to do.
“Are you on suppressants, Scarlett?”
Her mask still covers most of her face, but her big brown eyes search for me; not that she can see me. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and now I see her.
Now she looks like the omega she’s been trying to hide.
“Not yet.”
I’m confused by her answer. Seeing her slick all of a sudden made me think she’s ran out or stopped taking them, but her answer tells me she’s not on suppressants but is planning to take them, possibly soon.
She turns around, looking at the bed behind her. My eyes follow to see what she is trying to find.
And then I watch as her hand pushes a vibrator behind her. An alpha vibrator—at least, apart from the purple color, but everything else, the balls, the size, the girth... the knot.
“I need to go,” she says when she turns back to me.
“No fucking way. Start talking. You’ve duped me. I thought I was getting myself off with a beta and now I know you’ve been lying to me all this time.” I grunt. “Now tell me everything, or I’ll contact the app and tell them you’re a liar and have you banned.”
“There’s nothing to tell you. It’s what you see. I never lied to you. I thought I was a beta, and now I’m not.”
It shouldn’t excite me, but it does. Her admitting she is everything I avoid.
“Are you a switch?”
I know there’s a small number of people who can switch from an alpha to an omega, or omega to alpha. They have a primary designation that they live by most of the time. I don’t know the reason for the switch, whether it’s stress or something else, because I’ve never looked into it. But what I’ve never heard of is a beta being able to switch.
She shakes her head as she pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. Her eyes staring into the camera the entire time.
“I’ll be leaving the site for a couple of weeks. I can’t have this happening again.” She points a shaky finger between her legs. “Just cancel your subscription and delete my number.”
“You’re not getting away that easily,” I say. My heart is racing at the thought of not seeing her for weeks—she’s the only reason I’m sane.
I take a deep breath and watch as her mouth opens, and she nervously licks her lips.
My cock hardens again at the thought of her mouth around it, sucking me until I come down her throat.
I’m glad she can’t read my thoughts because I want to do so much for her now.
She sighs. “I thought I was a beta, but a few days ago my omega awakened. It was much later than anyone normally goes through it. I’m twenty-two years old,” she whimpers. “My family thought I was a beta... so did I.”
“Wow,” I whisper. “I mean, because you really thought you were a beta. Omegas present earlier than alphas, so you really are a late developer.”
She smirks at the camera. “Cheers for making me feel better.”
I laugh. “Are you joining OmegaFans?” There’s no way I’m letting her go, even if it means subscribing to her there.
She shakes her head. “Once I’ve gone through my heat, I’ll get a beta implant.”
I snort at her admission. “You’re telling an alpha that you are going to hide your designation.”
When her eyes look deep into the camera, I feel she is looking at me. “You don’t know where I live or anything about me. I know I’m safe telling you anything.”
“Okay, then keep talking. Tell me everything.”
“There’s not much else to tell you. My mom is booking me into a heat hotel. Probably in New York and I’ll attend it once my heat kicks in. Right now, I have to take my temperature every day and when it gets close to the time, I’ll stay in a hotel opposite the clinic to keep me safe until my body is ready.”
I close my eyes, replaying her words over and over. She’s going into a heat soon. She’s coming to New York. “And how soon away from your heat are you?”
“My temperature is rocketing. It’s because of my age. It might be a week away, but less than two weeks.”
She’s going to be fucked by an alpha.
He’ll want her.
How can he not?
“You’ve never had sex with an alpha?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I had one boring ex-boyfriend who was a beta.”
I growl at the thought of her with someone else. Then I shake that thought away.
I don’t want her.
I want to fuck her... not want her.
But I’m furious that she wants to hide her omega once she’s gone through her heat.
What the fuck is wrong with omegas?
She should be revered, looked after and not pretending she is something she isn’t.
“My friend is an omega, and she was going to go to a heat hotel before she found her pack,” she says, turning away from the camera and looking to her right as if she is thinking about something. “She has all the information for me, so I’m meeting her this weekend, so she can give me some advice on what to do.” She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe it’ll be fun. Maybe I’ll meet an alpha or a pack and decide not to get a beta implant and live happily ever after, like my friend did.”
I growl. A pack?
I can’t have her being fucked by one alpha, never mind a fucking pack.
Her eyes shift back to the camera, and she smiles.
And that’s when I say the most ludicrous thing in my life, “I’ll take you through your heat. But I have a rule we both wear masks, no asking about our lives and no feelings will be attached. It will be just sex. Get you through your heat and then we’ll say goodbye.”
“No!” Her voice raises.
“No,” I reply, confused that she didn’t jump at the opportunity.
“That’s not a good idea.”
“It’s a fucking brilliant idea. My career is too important to get involved with anyone, omega or not. And you don’t want an alpha...”
She is silent for a few seconds as she stares at my body. “So it will just be sex.”
“Yes... nothing more than two people fucking.” It’s perfect. I get to have sex for the first time in years and get to knot an omega.
Anyway, hockey is my number one love and whatever is happening here is pure lust.
“Sorry, I can’t,” she murmurs before the screen goes black.