1. Allen
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ALLEN
I shift in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position despite the fact that it feels like there’s ants crawling under my skin.
I always feel like this before my heat is due to hit.
By my calculations, it should be here next week.
Which is why I’m sitting across the table from an incredibly attractive alpha with a clipboard.
My heats always come six months apart.
The week before, I’m anxious and jittery.
Then I get myself through my heat with the use of food delivery services, my favorite knotting toy, and lots and lots of towels.
I’ve been getting through my heats alone since they started in my twenties without any issue.
I work a lot and don’t have time to meet an alpha mate, so being able to get through them alone has been great.
The only problem?
Lately, my heats have been getting more and more intense.
I can’t keep getting through them on my own.
The last time I did, I woke up from a fever dream, down five pounds, dehydrated beyond belief because I forgot to drink or eat anything and so sore I couldn’t properly sit down.
The heat overtook me in a way that scared me.
Hence the handsome alpha.
“So, we’ve got a few things to get through, Allen,” he says, giving me a charming smile.
My boss, of all people, sent me the link to Alpha Services Inc .
He knew how bad my heats were getting and he didn’t want me to just suffer in silence.
Curiosity got the better of me and I looked through the site.
I could simply hire an alpha to come to my house and help me through my heat.
After looking through the pictures and reading a few reviews, I decided to give it a try.
What’s the worst that could happen?
I meet this random guy and we have zero chemistry?
My heat-addled mind isn’t going to care about that.
It’s only going to care about being knotted.
And my rational mind only cares that someone is here to make sure I don’t starve myself again!
As soon as I flipped to Dario’s page, I knew he was the one.
Dario has the biggest, brownest eyes I’ve ever seen.
His smile is warm and inviting.
I’ve never found someone’s teeth attractive before, but here I am, finding his teeth pretty!
His hair is black and cropped tight against his scalp, his skin a pretty shade of brown.
I was drawn to him the moment I saw him.
Dario sets his clipboard on the table, snapping me back into the present.
“I have a set of questions I’d like to get through. They’re quite standard, just making sure I know what exactly will help to keep you comfortable as well as going through our boundaries.”
I nod my head, setting my tea down but keeping my hands wrapped around my cup, just so I have something to do with my hands.
“Okay. Go ahead.”
“First on the list is scent check,” he says with a grin.
“I, for one, can say that you smell wonderful. Do I smell acceptable to you?”
My stomach is a flurry of emotions that Dario thinks I smell good.
My face flushes without my permission as I scent the air, his scent rushing through me.
He smells divine.
If I never smelled another smell apart from his, I would be content for the rest of my life.
Jesus, where did that thought come from?
I clear my throat, squeezing the mug between my hands.
“Yes, you smell acceptable,” I say with a small nod, doing my best to keep my composure.
I adjust my glasses and shift in my seat.
Dario gives me a soft smile, checking something off his list.
“Excellent. I’m glad we’re both in agreement about that. Do you find me attractive enough to help you through your heat?”
A startled noise leaves my throat.
I quickly nod.
“Yes. I wouldn’t have selected you if I didn’t find you attractive,” I force myself to say.
In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t be so tongue tied.
What is it about this man that has me flustered and stammering?
Why can’t I seem to get my brain on track to answer these questions?
Why can’t I stop thinking about licking Dario’s neck?
I move my hands away from the tea, sitting on them instead.
I give Dario my best smile, nodding for him to continue.
“That’s good,” he says softly, “I think this is going to work out just fine. Now I’d like to talk about your boundaries. Is there anything you don’t want to happen during your heat?”
That finally has my brain coming back online.
“I’m okay with biting, but no breaking the skin. I’m not into pain play. I don’t want to be degraded or spanked or hit at all. You might be the alpha but I don’t want that type of power play held over me. We’re on equal footing.”
Dario makes note of that, nodding his head.
“Okay, totally noted. You have nothing to worry about, I like being on equal footing and none of those things are things I’m interested in even outside of work,” he adds with a chuckle.
“Now, tell me the things you’re looking forward to.”
“Last time I completely forgot to eat or drink anything so having someone who’ll feed me will be really helpful.”
“Is it alright if I hand feed you, or would you rather that be off the table?”
I bite my bottom lip for a moment, keeping a groan inside.
Dario’s deep voice is making it hard to focus on the actual words he’s saying.
“That’s alright with me,” I say, wincing at how breathy my voice is becoming.
Jesus, why the fuck is this turning me on so much?
Why is my dick hard in my jeans just from talking in hypothetical terms?
“Are you okay with love bites and hickeys? I promise I won’t break the skin but can I kiss you and leave marks in your skin with my mouth?”
My breath hitches without my permission.
I nod my head.
“That’s okay.”
“How about other ways I can use my mouth? Do you want just my knot, or would it be okay if I pleasured you with my mouth as well?”
Jesus Christ.
My head is growing lighter by the second.
I adjust my glasses, making sure they’re firmly in place.
“I umm, find that amenable. Yes.”
“Are you on birth control, Allen? Or would you prefer that I use alpha-condoms?”
“Yes. I’m on the shot so a condom won’t be necessary.” Sweat begins to dot my forehead.
My shirt is too snug, too hot.
I pull at the neck of it, trying to get it to lay comfortably against my skin to no avail.
My mind is racing.
Dario is so handsome and by the pictures I saw online, he’s toned and sexy.
I’m short and pudgy while he’s tall and strong.
We’re polar opposites.
Why is he in this line of work?
Why is he interested in helping me ?
“Can I ask you a question?”
Dario’s dark eyes snap to mine, darting all over my face.
“Of course.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I in this line of work?” I nod my head.
Dario lets out a sigh, sitting back in his seat.
“I’m painfully single,” he says with a chuckle that makes my stomach tighten deliciously.
“I have three younger sisters who are all omegas. I know how hard this can be, not only emotionally but how hard it is on their bodies. I like helping people. I get a lot of fulfillment from being able to be the alpha that helps omegas through this, to ease their pain. Plus, I get really turned on watching my partners get off. Their pleasure is my pleasure so it feels like a win all around. Does that make sense?”
“I.. think so, yeah. That’s very sweet of you.”
“Thank you, Allen, I’m glad you think so.” Dario sits forward once more, looking over his checklist.
“I already have your medical information, the list of places you prefer I order food from, list of emergency contacts, and now our checklist. The last thing I’ll need is your signature.”
Dario slides the paper over to me, handing me the pen.
My eyes skim over the page but I barely take in a word, too hyperfocused on the spot where our fingers touched.
Ripples of tingly pleasure run through my hand and up my arm.
It was such a simple touch but my entire body is responding to it.
I quickly put my signature at the bottom of the page where I’m asked to before sliding it back.
Dario signs it as well before putting it into his bag.
Then he takes out a ziplock bag, passing it over to me.
“I’ve found that having my scent around before your heat hits is helpful in getting your mind to relax once everything starts. I slept in this shirt every night for the last week.”
“Oh,” I breathe out, taking the bag from him.
“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful.”
“Of course. Everything I do is to help make you comfortable, Allen. And if I ever do anything that goes against that, I want you to speak up right away. Okay?”
I nod my head.
“Okay. I can do that.”
“I know you can,” he says with a soft smile.
“I think this meeting went really well. This is me officially taking you on as my client. Whenever your heat hits, all I need is for you to call me and I’ll be on my way.”
Giddiness rises up inside my stomach, fluttering all the way up to my chest.
Dario is going to take care of my heat.
A weight is lifted from my shoulders.
I’m not going to hurt myself or forget to drink water or forget to shower.
Dario is going to be here to make sure this is as enjoyable as possible.
For the first time ever, I’m looking forward to my heat.
Dario and I shake hands before standing from the table.
“Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?”
“Not at all. It’s right over there,” I say, pointing at the bathroom door.
Once Dario is in the bathroom, I pick up the bag he’s left for me.
I should save it for tonight and maybe wrap it around one of my pillows.
His scent will invade my bed and mix with my own scent.
His lavender, mine a sweet vanilla.
Fuck it.
I open the bag and push my nose into the hole, breathing deeply.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
I almost fall to my knees as the smell hits me square in the chest.
One moment, I’m standing there with the bag in my hand and the next I’m leaning against the counter, hoping my legs will keep me upright.
My dick is rock hard, my ass is growing wetter by the second, and my entire body is heating up.
Oh gods, have I accidentally triggered my heat early by smelling Dario’s shirt?
I’m not some pup who’s never had a heat before!
I’m in my 40’s, there’s no reason my heat should be coming on so quickly so early!
And yet, that’s exactly what’s happening.
“Fuck,” I whimper out, pulling the bag away from my face.
I would be embarrassed if I wasn’t so horny and desperate.
I don’t think I’ve ever gone from zero to sixty like this!
My heat usually builds gradually before peaking after a day and a half before slowly mellowing out.
What the fuck is going on with me and why do I have a feeling it has everything to do with Dario ?
Dario walks back into the room and freezes.
I stare over at him, my breath catching in my throat.
Gods, how is he so hot ?
Everything inside of me is begging to tilt my head and submit to him.
I want his scent all over my body.
I want his cum rubbed into my skin.
Fuck.
“Allen? Are you alright?”
I swallow, trying to find my voice.
It takes a moment but eventually I manage a nod.
“I’m okay. But my heat won’t be coming next week.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s here. Right now,” I confess with a whimper.
My entire face flushes bright red and I don’t know if it’s from lust or embarrassment.
Maybe a mixture of both.
“Okay,” Dario says slowly.
“That’s okay. You’re okay, Allen. I don’t have anything going on so I can still take care of you. We’ll get you through this, alright?”
“Please,” is all I can get out.
Dario moves across the kitchen to where I’m standing.
I have to strain my neck to properly look up at him but it’s worth it, getting to see his pretty brown eyes this close.
His scent wafts in my direction and I breathe it in greedily.
I can’t get enough of it.
I want to bury my nose at the source, but Dario has other plans.
“I’m going to take the edge off. Then I’m going to leave and run a few quick errands so we have all the supplies we’ll need. Okay?”
I nod my head, unable to do anything else.
With that, Dario falls to his knees.
A broken noise leaves my throat at the sight before me.
My stomach clenches, my ass somehow grows even more soaked, and my dick throbs .
Dario makes a soothing noise.
“It’s okay. Let me take care of you, Allen.”
I watch with held breath as Dario opens my jeans and pulls my dick free.
Without any sort of teasing or hesitation, he takes my dick into his mouth.
“Fuck!” I cry out, overwhelmed.
His mouth feels so fucking good.
It’s hot and wet around me.
His hand goes around the base, stroking the part he doesn’t fit into his mouth.
His movements are sure and steady, bringing me to my peak so quickly that I grow lightheaded.
“Dario! Oh my gods! Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
He pulls back and smirks up at me.
“That’s the point. Give it to me, Allen. Let go,” he says before sucking me in once more.
I don’t hold myself back.
It only takes a few more sucks before my orgasm crashes over me.
I let out a high-pitched whine as I fill Dario’s mouth with my cum.
The pleasure washes over me, and with it, my mind clears.
I touch the side of Dario’s face as he licks my cock clean before gently putting me back into my jeans.
He zips them back up and stands.
“Feeling better?”
“Much. Thank you. I don’t know how this happened,” I confess softly.
“It’s not usually so intense.”
“It can be intense with a partner sometimes but it’ll be okay. I’ll make sure you get through this.”
I look up at him.
“I trust you,” I tell him softly and mean it with every fiber of my being.
It might be my heat talking but there’s something about Dario that’s put me at ease and made me feel safe.
I’m so fucking glad he’s here to help me through this.
Dario’s eyes somehow soften even further.
He leans down and kisses my cheek leaving dancing sparks across my skin as he does.
“I’m going to run out really quick but I promise I’ll be right back. Why don’t you go take a nice long shower and then get comfortable in bed.”
“Okay,” I breathe out.
“I can do that.”
“I know you can. I’ll see you soon.”
I watch as Dario goes, my stomach sinking to my feet despite the fact that I know he’ll be back soon.
I make sure the door is unlocked before heading up to my bedroom, tossing Dario’s shirt onto the bed.
I take a quick shower that’s a bit colder than I would usually do but I’m hoping the cold water keeps my head clear.
After that, I head into my bedroom.
I forgo any clothes, instead getting into my bed completely naked.
I take out Dario’s shirt, breathing in his scent.
Lavender hits me and my head swims once more.
Gods, that might have been a bad idea.
Dario’s scent is like a drug, I can’t seem to get enough of it.
Even as I set the shirt back down, I find myself reaching for it moments later, needing another hit.
My body warms until I have to push my blanket away.
It’s so scratchy against my sensitive skin anyway.
The cool air makes my skin pebble with goosebumps.
Fuck, where is Dario?
I need him.
I need him so badly that I ache for it.
No other alpha will do.
My mind is a mantra of Dario, Dario, Dario.
It doesn’t matter that we’ve only just met, it’s him that I crave.
It’s him that I want.
No, more than that, I need him.
I wrap my hand around my cock while fisting his shirt against my face.
It’s at that moment that my bedroom door finally opens.
“Fuck,” Dario says under his breath but my ears still catch it, still hear the way his breath hitches.
There’s something so powerful about knowing that he’s just as into me as I’m into him.
“Dario,” I gasp out, tightening the grip on my dick.
“Please!”
“I’ve got you,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head and stepping further into my room.
His toned stomach and pecs make me breathless with how much I want to reach out and touch him.
I need him like I’ve never needed anything before.
Thank Christ he’s here to give me exactly what I need.