CHAPTER NINE - Lyla
For the first time ever, Rudolph ran out of batteries. I chucked my vibrator across the room and screamed for relief into my pillow. What the hell was going on with me?
It was early in the morning, and every time I managed to fall asleep, my erotic dreams turned up a notch.
Not just more hardcore, but more vivid. I could not only see the ripped bodies of my lovers, but I could feel it as they caressed me, as they shoved me against the wall and lifted me off the ground with their thrusts.
I could smell their mesmerizing Alpha scents and taste the saltiness on their skin.
“Why?” I shouted at the wall, but the fashion sketches pinned there didn’t reply. Unless the answer to it all was to cover Jason and Ozzi in giant ugly Christmas sweaters.
And sew them shut inside of the sweaters.
That way they couldn’t touch me and I couldn’t touch them.
Then they’d roar and tear their way free, muscles bulging and naked…
“Stop it, Lyla!” I whined and threw myself off the bed toward my bathroom. Another cold shower. That was all I could do. Mariska and her men would be here in an hour or so, and I had to be presentable to go see Miss Eloise at the hospital.
I turned on the shower and stepped under the freezing spray. Shrieking with the sudden blast, I forced myself to stay in the tub and huddled under it. My skin might have erupted in goosebumps, but the burning between my legs hadn’t eased.
“This can’t be happening. There are only six days until Christmas and I have shit I need to do!” I stomped a foot as if throwing a tantrum could change any of this.
I couldn’t be in heat, but what else could this be?
We were taught there was a period of time from five to ten days of pre-heat.
Mariska had a week since she met her Alphas, give or take a day.
But I’d just met Jason and Ozzi two days ago, and most of that time I spent at the hospital worrying over Miss Eloise.
There was no time for my heat to get worked up. None!
“Yet here I am, having like my tenth cold shower in one night,” I grumbled at the swirling drain.
Of course I looked up everything I could find online. There were rare cases of Omegas suddenly going into heat, but it biologically shouldn’t happen like that. It wasn’t good health-wise. That’s why the laws were in place: to protect Omegas from their own freaking selves. And Alphas.
But some of them made it sound like our own Omega biology was the real culprit when something bad happened.
The damn articles were written by men too. How did I know they were true and not just some Alpha’s fantasy that he was so hot, he triggered an Omega to go into full-blown heat with one look?
I was not an exception to the Omega norm. Jason and Ozzi weren’t superheroes when it came to triggering my heat. They were super hot, and fuck, imagining them wearing capes and only capes…
“ARRRRG! It’s not fair!”
Deciding fighting it wasn’t getting me anywhere, I turned the water to jacuzzi temperature and laid down in the soaker tub. My vibrator was lost somewhere in my room, so I grabbed the showerhead off the bracket and twisted it to come out in a thin jet.
I slowly drew the spray over my stomach and down to my lower abdomen as I imagined Jason’s mouth kissing downward. Spreading my legs, I pressed the showerhead against my inner thighs. Ozzi’s hands were strong, capable, and knew exactly how to touch me.
With my free hand, I brushed my fingers back and forth over my shaved pussy. I gasped several times and curled my toes. Never had I felt this aroused. Even the bulbous head of my vibrator never made me feel this hyper sensitive.
A low groan escaped me as I parted my labia and opened myself. I teased my entrance with a finger. It in no way equaled the Alpha cock I wanted. Thick and throbbing, ready to fuck me hard.
“Yes,” I whined and directed the spray to hit my pussy. The impact made me cry out and arch my back.
With a flick of a finger, I made the jet pulse and thrust my hips in rhythm with it. Me being taken by a hunk of an Alpha. Him grunting and growling, biting me and marking me as his. Wild and hot.
The face of that fantasy Alpha flipped back and forth between Ozzi and Jason. I wanted them both. Needed them.
I pressed the pulsing spray against my clit and writhed in the tub. “Fuck! Yes!”
The Alpha cock pounding me, swelling with his knot. Having him locked in my pussy, but still grinding against me.
I screamed out as I came. Slick gushed out and rushed down the drain.
Shudders continued to wrack my body even as I came down from my orgasmic high. I gave a little watery laugh as the need to be knotted eased, but it still dully throbbed between my legs.
Fumbling with the showerhead, I changed the jet into a softer spray and sighed.
No matter how much I masturbated, it never quenched the urge to be fucked.
Yet I couldn’t let it happen. As sweet and kind as Ozzi and Jason were, I wasn’t going to end up as a breeder or the Omega who is only focused on caring for her Alphas and has nothing else in life.
I was a romantic. I wanted to find love, but only with a Beta.
That way he couldn’t fog my brain with his Alpha pheromones and make me lose myself to my biology.
I’d seen it happen too often. Smart and driven Omegas who had the talent to do great things were suddenly wanting nothing other than to serve their Alphas. Hell, that was what happened to my mom.
I’d seen pictures and heard stories of her life before she met my fathers.
She was ambitious and could have been like the next Mariah Carey or whatever big pop star was hot back then.
Yet she met my dads, fell in love, and she became a pale shadow of that vivacious woman.
All she did was see to their every need, and there were four of them.
A big job! I was the eldest child, and I had two younger brothers.
She wanted more kids, but her last pregnancy had several complications, and my dads agreed with the doctors, refusing to let her have any more.
My mom loved us, but she was constantly wrung out.
We moved a lot since my dads were in the army, and my siblings and I were the definition of army brats.
Most of the time, Mom was like the walking dead, and as us kids got older, her focus became solely her mates.
My fathers were decent men, but they liked being doted upon by her too much.
Just those thoughts depressed me enough to suppress my horniness and let me wash myself.
My mom never encouraged me to follow my dreams, but Miss Eloise more than just spurred me on.
She helped me set up my business and put me in contact with people who could give me good advice and promote me.
She cheered me on every step of the way, and I loved her so much for it.
Now Miss Eloise needed me. Her road to recovery would be long, but I would be there every day with her.
Once washed and dried, I put on my Christmas sweater of the day.
It was one of my own creations with rows and rows of gingerbread people.
Each gingerbread person was different. There were a few hundred of them, and no two were alike.
My customers loved this design, and often I would get requests to personalize the gingerbread cookies with the attributes of their families and friends. I loved my job.
My leggings were green to match the background of the sweater, and had snowflakes drifting down the outside of my legs. After putting on a little makeup, I hurried downstairs to eat some of the breakfast leftovers before Mariska showed up.
Except she never did.
This time, she was awake, but the roads out in the country were in poorer shape than here in town. The wind was still blowing and a storm was looming over Wisconsin.
My emotions were a mess. I sobbed for a minute that my bestie was stuck out at the farm and we couldn’t be together.
She wanted to see Miss Eloise as much as I did.
Then the next minute, I was stomping around thinking that Mariska really just wanted to stay with her Alphas.
It was all about the pack now. Fuck that.
Reason came back to me, and I knew it wasn’t true. The weather was against us, and I shook my fists at the sky and whatever weather gods were preventing us from getting to Miss Eloise.
Okay, that wasn’t very reasonable. I opened my ride share app and put in a request for a car to the hospital. A little bit of snow wasn’t going to keep me from going.
The morning turned to afternoon, and I received no response from the company.
I debated taking Miss Eloise’s van, but I wasn’t the best of drivers in winter.
I’d grown up in the south where we never got any snow, and I hadn’t taken the time to practice driving in the winter since moving to Wisconsin.
Miss Eloise or Mariska would always take me where I needed to go.
I ended up cleaning off the van and trying to shovel the driveway, but the wind kept blowing more snow in. Hazel saw me outside and asked if I would clear off their porch and walkway. Her granddaughters came out to help, but they ended up making a snowfort instead.
Hazel warmed us up with hot chocolate, and I set up a video chat so she could talk to Miss Eloise.
With my energy still through the roof and needing the distraction, I delivered fruitcake to all our neighbors and checked how they were doing.
It was an older neighborhood, and half of the households were elderly couples.
I went home with a box of homemade chocolates, a spiced apple pie, and a few slices of roast beef for dinner.
“Now it’s just me, alone in an empty house.” I sighed as I stared at the snow being whipped against the windows. One thing I loved about living in Primrose House was that I never had to be alone, but now I had no choice.