5. Heat Map
Heat Map
Kelya
Ikill most of the day with a glorious siesta, wiping away the memories of my family and my old pack.
When I wake up, I have an insane card stack of potential matches on the dating app.
I lay on my tummy on the floor, under the slow turn of the overhead fan, and cycle through them.
I don’t just pick the hot ones. I make sure they’re unattached alphas that are leaving the island soon.
I make sure they look like they’ve licked a pussy.
And lastly, they look like they’d never yell at someone for dropping a plate.
Some of these men have a profile filled with pictures of them “mean mugging” the camera.
They look like they’d be angry at me for no reason.
The usernames make me laugh. HotforTeacher69. Ballsdeep69. Knots&Lips69. There’s actually a lot of 69 usernames.
And so many hot locals.
I don’t usually go for locals until I’m ready to leave. I’ll have to keep them on the back burner.
I match with Kale. He’s here on vacation. He likes to surf, rock climb, and has the most beautiful abs. He’s also unbelievably polite in his messages and keeps calling me darling, but like…in a professional way.
He asks me to meet him at his hotel, and then he’s going to take me to an art museum.
I put on a red maxi skirt that dances around my ankles.
There’s a hidden slit that my entire leg can escape if necessary.
Opting out of a bra, I wear a stone-white tube top and pair it with a simple corded pendant necklace.
My curls are still nice, even though I slept on them all afternoon.
I brush my teeth, carefully apply my red lipstick, take all those fancy medications from James, and finally leave my room for the first time.
As I pass the bar, I notice the outstretched legs of a man, but his body is hidden behind a large wooden pillar.
His gray chinos are a little short and show off his tanned ankles.
He’s wearing brown oxfords and what appears to be no socks.
It’s kind of hot. I know it’s just a pair of ankles, but it’s still hot.
Since I’m late, I don’t slow down and miss my chance to see more of him.
Maybe I’ll run into him another night. I try to stick to the app for my hookups unless I know for sure they’re leaving soon.
When I walk out onto the street, I’m met with a crowd of people.
I slip amongst them, comfortable to be lost and ignored.
My skirt snags on folks pressing into me as they pass by.
I instinctually move to the edges of the crowd.
I get lost a few times but eventually find this guy’s hotel.
He’s sitting out front, and when he spots me, he smiles.
He looks like a member of BTS, which is the whole reason I matched with him if I’m being honest. Jung Kook. He isn’t much taller than me. But damn, that smile. Gorgeous.
“Hi, Marquette! Oh my god, you’re so cute!” He stands, puts his sunglasses on top of his head, and gestures to my whole self. I preen under his adoration. I walk into his open arms to hug him. Why not? He seems nice. He kisses me on my cheek and continues to gawk.
He doesn’t have Jung Kook’s voice, but he is at least charming.
Men I meet while traveling practically worship me.
It’s still a surprise. I melt under the attention.
My inner omega craves it like she’s still starving.
Men back home didn’t gawk at me. They’d whistle at my ass when I turn around.
Their faces didn’t go slack when they entered my pussy.
They didn’t watch my lips like their next breath counted on memorizing their shape.
This is what I live for.
His hand rests on my hip, thumb on my skin, and we head off.
The Paseo de la Princesa is lovely. There’s a small market out front, and the views are gorgeous.
I ask all my questions, flirt, and get him riled up.
He’s so handsy. He touches every part of my exposed skin, tugs at the ends of my hair, traces my eyebrows with the blades of his fingers, and strokes my neck with his knuckles.
He’s got me all riled up!
The guy is about four years younger than me. I wonder if he knows that? Or is aware. I’m twenty-five. It’s not much of a difference. But still. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anything but me. It’s exhilarating.
My inner omega has already zeroed in on what she wants from him.
She wants more than one orgasm. And all his silver dollars.
He keeps handing them out to everyone we come across.
It’s the most precious thing. Every time he buys me a water or himself a treat, he uses a silver dollar.
It delights the vendor, and he looks at me with such pride.
I’m going to take them all from him.
Everything I learn about him, I find endearing. He’s half Korean. His dad is Korean and his mom is a white American woman. He is studying veterinary medicine. His parents are both betas.
I’ve seen this a few times: beta parents producing an alpha or omega.
Not me. My dad is an alpha. My mom is an omega. I have two more alpha dads. Very traditional. They met through the Institute. She accepted their contract and subsequent offer. They fell in love quickly. My mother, Ida, had two babies. We lost my omega sister a few years ago.
My body freezes at the thought.
Like I lost my breath.
I let out a small sound, trying to come back to myself.
Kale turns to me and is about to ask if I’m out, but before he can, I kiss him.
He closes his eyes and kisses me back. My shoulders fall. I take his hands and wrap them around my back. He pulls me close to him, and I stroke his chin. That’s when I smell the tangerine peel scent coming from him. His unique alpha scent.
“Wow, Marquette. Wow.” He rests his forehead against mine.
“Are you as horny as I am?” I ask, quiet as a whisper.
I feel the effect my words have on him with our bodies this close. His irregular breath. The thumping of his heart. His stiff fingers.
I nuzzle into his neck.
“Have you ever been with an omega?” It’s my go-to line. It’s never let me down. There are people around us, so I kept my voice low. He makes a desperately sad sound.
“No,” he manages to answer.
“I’m not sure I can go another second…” I roll my body into his completely stiff one. He starts nodding.
“Ok, yeah. But we can’t go back to my hotel. I’m with my parents…”
I pull back.
“How old are you?”
He laughs.
“Twenty-five. A free trip is a free trip.”
I don’t bring men back to my room—as a rule—and if he has parents in his room…
He notices me pull away and pulls me back in.
“Let me find a spot. Give me ten minutes.”
“Ok.”
His assertiveness wins me over. While I enjoy being in charge most of the time, there’s something truly sexy about an assertive man in the bedroom.
“I’ll be right back.”
He takes off. That was weird. But men are weird.
I meander over to the edge overlooking the ocean. This really is a beautiful place. Maybe I’ll stay here until my next heat.
Kale comes jogging back with a big smile.
“Babe, there’s a bathroom up there, and the attendant is gone, and I found some cones and stuff so people think it’s out of order. Come on!”
Kale. The problem solver. What a man.
He grabs my hand like we are wild schoolchildren and drags me over the veranda and up to the bathrooms. Sure enough—he’s closed them off.
We climb over the blockade, and he shuts and locks the door behind us.
As soon as the lock clicks, he’s got me up on the counter, kissing the hell out of my face.
“Fuck.” I groan as his tangerine peel scent blooms around us. He pushes his hard cock into my crotch and sucks on my neck, squeezing my breasts. Not bad. A little rough, but whatever.
I slip my hand into his pocket and take a roll of silver dollars. He doesn’t even fucking notice. I set them aside to take with me after he gives me my orgasms.
In a stunning move, he drops to his knees and pulls me to the edge of the counter, widens my legs, and dives under my skirt. The red panels completely cover him. Kale’s tongue licks over my panties until he pushes them away, and then licks my cunt.
Fuck yes.
My head flops back to the mirror behind me.
Goddamn, Kale. He’s got spirit, even if he’s not slowing down enough for me to get close to anything.
My next intake of breath is filled with fresh air.
Like a forest after it rains. It’s not exactly tropical.
It’s woodsy. Not tangerine at all, and it’s familiar…
I open my eyes and scan the bathroom. I should have checked if there was someone in here, but it looks empty.
The stalls are closed, though. The idea of someone being on the other side, listening to my moaning and aching…
“Are we alone?” I ask Kale.
“Huh?” He pulls back, but only so he can enter a finger into me.
“God! Oh my god.”
“It’s a public bathroom, Marquette. If you don’t want anyone to know what I’m doing to you, maybe you should be quiet.” His smile is broad, and his words are laced with sarcasm.
Sarcasm isn’t something I enjoy while I’m being eaten out.
“I don’t really care,” I groan out as he puts a second finger inside me.
I just want a fucking orgasm.
He keeps slowing down and speeding up, making my orgasm less and less likely.
Then he bites my pussy lips.
“Fuck! Ow! Fuck!” I slam my thighs around his head. “God, what the fuck was that?!”
I scramble off the counter and collapse wildly onto the floor. My shoes finally give way and fly off, one going underneath a stall.
“What? What happened?” His squeaky little voice cries. He reaches for me, but I put up my hand to stop him.
“You bit me!”
He gasps so loud I swear it echoes all over the bathroom.
“No, I did not!”
“Ok, well, you nipped me with your teeth!”
“I sucked on your…” he lowers his voice, “pussy lips.”
“Don’t suck on a woman’s pussy lips! It hurts! I thought you fucking bit me!”
“Maybe you’re just a little sensitive.”
“What?”
“Maybe you don’t know how a real man…”
I stand up straight, holding one of my sandals, and hit him on the arm with it.
“Get the fuck away from me, you imbecile!”
He holds the spot on his arm like I actually hurt him, and then spits on the ground at my bare feet, wipes his hand over his chin, and leaves.
“Ah!” I screech at his retreating form.
What a fucking bastard! I look in the mirror at my smudged wingtip eyeliner, and my reflection shares a moment of validation.
“OMG, you didn’t like the weird, creepy way I sucked your pussy? Must be something wrong with you, and not me. What fucking moron thinks it’s nice to pull on someone’s genitals and call it sex?”
I wash my hands in the sink and continue to talk to myself. His roll of silver dollars still sitting on the counter catches my eye. Well, at least I walked away with something.
I bend down to look under the stalls for my other shoe, but it’s actually sitting just outside the stall door. I could have sworn it went all the way under. I put my shoes on, fix my clothes, and then leave.
Kale is long gone.
I use his coins to buy myself an ice-cream cone from a woman leaning out of her window and listen to street musicians by the museum.
It feels good to eat something. I can’t remember the last time I did…