2. Tim
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TIM
" M mm...did you prep?"
"So much lube...like an omega, right? That's so hot."
"God...you're so hot and tight. I could stay inside you forever."
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come. Gonna come. F-fuck...nnngh."
I woke up from the vivid dream as the fantasy alpha spilled inside me and I orgasmed in reality. Between the slick trickling onto the sheets and the cum smeared against my cock, I was a sticky, wet mess.
It was embarrassing to be twenty-two and experiencing wet dreams.
It was even more embarrassing that it had been happening for weeks.
It was always the same dream, too. Each time, I understood just a little more of it, but it always followed the same format. Strangely, the dream was vivid in terms of how my body felt —I could feel the alpha's cock buried deep inside me and thesoftness of a pillow under my cheek as I writhed and begged for more— but I couldn't picture anything at all. The image in my head was pitch black. It was just the phantom sensation of being fucked, the feeling of a larger body spread over my back, and the sexy, whispered words.
I wished they weren’t whispered. I wanted to know who my dream alpha was, but I had nothing —not even scent— to go by. The least my brain could do was give me a recognizable voice so I could put a face to the fantasy. Sometimes I imagined the whispers had a southern drawl...but, as I woke up properly, I suspected that was just wishful thinking.
Grimacing as my cum cooled and clung to my skin, I reached for my phone on the nightstand, wincing as the screen lit up in the darkness. It was too late to go back to sleep, but still too early to head downstairs and disturb my parents before we started our work for the day.
I enjoyed working on my parents' farm. I liked tilling the land and working with the animals. I’d always preferred being outdoors, but recently I feltsluggish. I supposed it had something to do with waking up at stupid o'clock from intense orgasms that sapped all my energy before the day could even begin.
Maybe Martin was right: maybe I really should lose my virginity already.
We hadn't really spoken much in the few months since he'd convinced me (albeit with very little arm-twisting) to attend the June Unlocking party. I'd lost him within minutes of walking into Frat House, then I'd started drinking and dancing. By the time the spellcasting happened in the main room, I was drunk off my ass and...well, I had very little recollection of anything after that.
I knew I’d enjoyed myself, though. And I must have had the sense to get home before my parents could send a search party, because I’d woken up in tepid bathwater, fully clothed. The party itself was a blur.
The hangover which took three days to completely dissipate was probably a fair consequence for my actions, but I might have been a dick to my best friend during that time, too, which wasn't fair. My choices were my own, and I still owed him an apology.
Unfortunately, by the time I realized I owed Martin an apology, I came down with a summer flu. It lingered for weeks. Because it was our busy season, I didn’t want my parents to worry, so I set aside any distractions, including Martin, and worked through the sickness until it finally went away. Mostly.
Then the dreams started.
At first, I brushed them off, but after a week where the dream had recurred no less than three times, it started consuming my waking thoughts. I knew fixating on it was probably part of the reason I kept repeating the dream, but it felt weird to be so horny and simultaneously exhausted all the time.
Groaning, I put my phone down and forced myself out of bed. Already my eyelids felt heavy, and my bed beckoned me to curl up and snooze the day away, but I had chores to do.
Besides , I thought, I'm on produce picking duty with Conrad today.
Our farm grew crops of all kinds, so we always had something to harvest and sell. Depending on the crops, it could be one of the less physically taxing jobs, which was good when I was feeling so lethargic. However, it was the company I was really looking forward to.
Conrad Miles. Even thinking his name made me swoon.
He’d had his alpha unlocked during the same party I attended, and his scent was the most fascinating and comforting thing I’d ever come across. He carried the electric, nostril-tingling scent that all the other alphas did, but to me, there was something different about Conrad's. Something inviting. Mesmerizing.
I assumed it was because I had a crush on him anyway. I had sincehe’d first come to work for us a couple of weeks before the party.
He was a big guy; tall and broad, but not muscular. Built like a giant teddy bear with a bulging belly and soft pecs, Conrad was gorgeous. We’d both laughed when his shifter form turned out to be a grizzly bear, because it matched his human form perfectly.
Even though he wasn't toned, I’d never met anyone with as much strength and stamina for the long days on the farm...and that was when he'd been human. Now that he was officially a shifter, like he’d suspected when he moved here, he was even stronger, effortlessly outworking everyone else.
But the best thing about Conrad was his southern drawl. His voice was deep, smooth, and enticing. In that way, he reminded me a little of another local alpha, Rex, which probably explained the crush I’d had on Rex, too.
Apparently, I had a thing for sexy southern drawls.
Thankfully, the thought of spending some time with Conrad was enough motivation to get my ass into the shower. Scrubbing myself free of all evidence of my wet dream, my thoughts drifted back to the bear alpha. With my hand soaped up, and my body perpetually horny, I got hard again, despite the orgasm I’d experienced less than ten minutes earlier.
Leaning back against the cold tile, I closed my eyes.
It wasn't difficult to imagine Conrad's big, thick arms wrapping around me, or his meaty fist on my dick. After working with him for months, I’d committed his body to memory. I didn’t think I had the balls to ever act on my crush, but, in the privacy of my shower, I could pretend.
And pretend I did.
I imagined his mouth pressing kisses and sucking hickeys into the skin of my neck and shoulder. His hand stroking my cock slowly to tease me and push me to the edge. The softness of his belly and pecs pressed up against my back, contrasting deliciously with the feel of what would be his huge, hard alpha dick rubbing along the dip in my spine, teasing the top of my crack.
I imagined it all.
Slick trickled down the inside of my thighs as I widened my stance, parting my legs and bracing for my oncoming orgasm.
"C-Conrad," I begged into the running water, "Please, alpha..."
I rocked back and forth gently, bumping my ass against the tiles, imagining I was encouraging my mate to bend me over and slide inside me. I was slick for him. Only for him. I needed him to fill me. I needed his knot. I needed?—
" Fuck, " I cursed, my balls drawing tight at the mental imagery. My cock exploded into the space between me and the glass shower door.
The lukewarm water caught it and removed all evidence of what I had done.