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With thanks to Alice Knight for giving Emily a voice, and Nausicaa for being funnier than me
Being a Beta with a fairly well-balanced hormonal cycle, Casey hadn’t had a sex dream in the last eighteen months or so, so this one had come as a pleasant surprise; a party, a cab, someone tall and broad leaning over her, hands cradling her body, fingers between her legs. The details faded as her alarm went off, pulling her out of sleep. She groaned, wincing against the light, still adjusting to the lengthening Spring days, and flailing at her phone screen to silence it. Her head ached, a tense pain in the back of her head, probably dehydration, judging by her appallingly dry mouth, and the fact her whole body was drenched with sweat. Her skin crawled, so sensitive everywhere that even just the bedclothes made her wince. She tried to sit up, but moving her legs, she felt something… wet over her bottom half.
“Ugh!” she said, reaching down to pull her covers back and see how bad it was.
Her bed sheets were soaked, her sleep shorts dripping. She thought for a moment that she’d pissed herself, until she reached down and felt it.
“Oh fucking hell!”
It was sticky . It was coming from her . The smell was sensational, sweat and pennies, with a sharp biological undertone, but not quite unpleasant. She could see her shorts glistening where she had completely soaked through them. She reached down to touch the wet patch on her shorts, and immediately felt an appalling, paralysing flush of pleasure that threw her on to her back. Her breathing came in short gasps.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…”
She tried to stay calm. Her whole body screamed at her to touch herself again, so overwhelming she couldn’t move. She groaned, rolling over and grabbing her phone. With gritted teeth, she googled her symptoms; dehydration, elevated temperature, and then, with no small amount of frustration, increased libido and sensitivity, and excessive vaginal discharge. She let out another miserable groan as she stared at the NHS webpage for “Omega Oestrous Cycle”.
Lasting between five days to two weeks, depending on individual cycles… Stay indoors… stay hydrated… seek sexual relief, if possible to do so safely. [Hyperlink to Contraception page]…
“Oh for fuck’s sake…”
“Hey, Casey, uh, are you alright in there?”
Oh fuck . It was Emily, one of her housemates. One of her three other housemates. One of her three other Alpha housemates. She took a deep breath.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.”
She didn’t sound convinced, or convincing for that matter. Her dry mouth forced her words out at barely a whisper. She could hear Emily on the other side of the door, shifting on her feet.
“Are… are you sure?” Emily said in her deep chest voice. Casey’s body pulsed all over, and she had to bite her arm to keep herself quiet. “Just, um, well, I heard you, and I mean, I don’t want to assume, but I mean… Not to be too gross, but like… it smells like… uh…”
Fucking fuck . Of course she could smell it. Looking at how much she’d leaked , they could probably smell it in the street. She stayed silent, as if hoping Emily would just leave.
“I mean, I know you’re a Beta and everything, but like… I heard it can happen, if you’re living with just Alphas.”
Yes, thank you , Casey thought, unable to stop herself from letting out a low, miserable moan. She buried her head in her hands, trying to control her breathing. Everyone heard what could happen to a Beta in an all-Alpha household, maybe they had an anecdote of a friend of a friend, and every so often you got a tabloid news story about it, but Casey had thought… well, she’d been going to move out soon, she just needed a temporary place in the city, and her friend Nick had told her that her friend Emily had a spare room (very spare, just a few square metres), and it was just so she had somewhere to stay while she looked for somewhere more permanent, and now…
And now she’d been here for six months. And now this had happened.
She reached down beside her bed for her water bottle, emptying it in a few swigs. Her throat was still dry, but she felt a little better.
“Casey…?”
“Hi, yes, I’m here, I’m alright, just a bit…”
She bit her lip. Her voice came out soft, husky, breathy , and she could have sworn it was even a pitch higher than usual.
“I’m just…” she tried, but couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Is it heat?” Emily asked, a little too quickly. “Uh, I mean, if it is, I’m happy to help.”
Casey’s heart leaped into her throat. At any other time, she’d have thought of Emily as a nice enough kind of person, reliable in a pinch, maybe a bit of a stoner, but not to excess. At the moment though, she wanted to beg Emily to come in and fuck her stupid . Or, well, parts of her did. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling herself leaking more, her shorts making a horrible little squelch .
“I…I think it might be,” she said, her breath hitching. With a superhuman effort, she managed to say, “I, er, don’t want any help, though.”
Emily took a moment to respond.
“Oh, I meant, like, if you needed, like, water, or meds, or something like that, or if you needed someone to call in sick at work for you.”
Oh fuck, work . She hadn’t even thought of that yet. She blew air out slowly, the cool air soothing her arms for a moment.
“I could… I could use some water,” she said, starting to get up out of bed, but moving her legs sent a shock through her that made her knees weak. She slumped back with a whine.
“Oh sure, sure thing! Lemme get you some ice too.”
She heard Emily’s heavy steps heading back towards the kitchen. I have to call work , she thought. She reached for her phone, rolling on to her back, trying to move her legs as little as possible. She scrolled through to send a message to her boss.
She hesitated to type it out. She couldn’t just say “I think I’ve got Omega rut ”. HR had her down as a Beta, so she wouldn't get statutory time off for heat, and getting a status change would mean a doctor’s note, blood tests, and just more bollocks than she had time or patience for right now. Safer to just lie and pull a sickie. She still had some sick days left, she hoped.
“Hi Mark, I’ve got a really bad flu, just to let you know I won’t be in today.”
She hoped that would be the end of it. Instead, her phone buzzed in her hand, forcing an awful squeaky gasp out of her. She held her head in her hand, pushing her fingers into her eyes, trying to calm herself, and answered.
“Hey Cas, it’s Mark.”
“Hi Mark,” Casey said, barely needing to play up her croaking voice, her throat so dry it felt cracked.
“We’re just a bit snowed under today, so I wanted to call to make sure there wasn’t some kind of accommodation we could make? Could you work from home today?”
For fuck’s sake. Mark had never wanted to make an accommodation before in his life, why did he have to choose now to grow a conscience? Why is everyone suddenly up in my shit today?
“S-sorry, I’m feeling really rotten, I don’t think I c-can…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said, trying to kill Mark with her mind. “I’m sorry, I’ve got a really high temperature, and I’m really feverish, and I just… I can’t, today.”
“Well, alright. I’ll get HR to send you the return to work form. Hope you get well soon.”
“Thanks,” said Casey, hanging up. She dropped her phone on the bed (in the wet patch. Oh well, fuck it) and lay back, breathing slowly, in and out of her mouth. That was that done, at least. She could survive, despite… all this . She should get up and change her sheets soon. She should take a shower. A cold shower.
A knock on the door almost made her jump out of bed. She bolted upright, heart hammering.
“Hey, uh, I got you a glass of water, do you want me to come inside and…”
“It’s okay, j-just leave it out there,” Casey said, breathlessly. “I’ll… get it in a second.”
“Sure, sure, I get you’re uh, probably feeling pretty vulnerable right now. I don’t wanna, um, make you feel uncomfortable.”
Casey winced. Shut up, shut up, I KNOW how I’m feeling right now you stupid meathead.
“And, like,” Emily continued, “just so you know there’s like. A community for you. Like, there’s help, and resources and stuff.”
Casey let out a long, slow hissing sound, one arm over her eyes.
“Um, sorry, I mean, if you need help. There’s no shame in it.”
Casey forced a bright, grim smile on her face, even if Emily couldn’t see it.
“Thanks! I appreciate it! I’m just gonna stay in and sort my sheets out-”
She stopped. Fuck, shouldn’t mention the sheets . She didn’t need Emily thinking seriously about what sort of a state she might be in, or worse, that she might need help with her bed .
“And I’m going to…” she bit her lip, taking a deep breath. “I’m going to take a shower. I’m a bit gross and sweaty and-”
For the love of god SHUT UP, stop TALKING! Emily didn’t need to hear all this!
“Oh, okay,” came Emily’s soft, low voice, her tone beautifully guileless. “Do you want me to, ah, be in my room while you do that, or do you mind if I’m like, in the living room?”
Due to the landlord’s idiosyncratic renovations, the bathroom directly abutted the living room. Casey had run the gauntlet of roommates before while wrapped in a towel, but that had been under… different circumstances. She imagined walking past Emily, sprawled on a sofa with her easy openness. She imagined letting her towel fall.
“ Please be in your room,” said Casey, in one exhale.
“Okay, no problem,” Emily said, and Casey could hear her stupid, helpful little smile. “Lemme know when you’re done. Or if you need anything else.”
“Thanks!” Casey said, annoyed at how high pitched her voice came out.
She waited until she heard Emily heading back down the corridor. With a deep breath to steady herself, she swung her legs out of bed, and stood up. The all-consuming arousal dogged at her mind, made her breath hitch, but she was… acclimating to it. She leaned against her bedside table to steady herself. She pulled off her sticky, tacky shorts, wincing as they clung to her, unwilling to be removed. She pulled off her shirt, and almost ended up on the floor as the friction of it running over her nipples felt like a punch to the chest. She stumbled on to her bed, squeezing her eyes shut until the waves subsided.
“Fuck me running ,” she muttered as she pushed herself upright. How did Omegas even deal with this? There’s help, and resources, and stuff…
Moving quickly to distract herself, she grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself, gulping as she pressed it to her chest. She opened the door, crouching to pick up the glass of water Emily had kindly left for her. She meant to just sip it, but she downed it in a few quick gulps. Oh well . She could feel slick trickling down her thighs already, she had to move fast. She rushed through to the living room and left the glass on the coffee table, alongside a few orphaned mugs.
She barged into the bathroom, struggled with the lock, then dropped her towel. She almost just slumped against the door, but she made it to the shower before collapsing. She reached up and turned the handle.
She yelped as freezing cold water cascaded over her. She swore she felt it steaming on her red-hot skin. She opened her mouth wide, letting it fill her cheeks, rinsing out the awful dryness. Rivulets ran down her chest, the sensation alone pulling long moans from her, and then it ran down between her legs.
She cried out, reaching down, rubbing two fingers along herself, then pushing inside. She was so slick the water hardly mattered. She squeezed her eyes tight shut, and let out the most embarrassing noise she’d ever heard herself make. It was high-pitched, quavering and stuttering, given a weird echo by the shower cubicle. She didn’t even have the air in her to swear. She worked herself insistently, her chest heaving, pushing deeper and deeper, her thumb flicking across her clit, but it was hopeless. She could feel it building and building and building, but it wasn’t going anywhere, just an endless ramping up to no climax. She gasped for air, arching her back on the shower wall, banging her head.
“F-f-fuuuuuck!” she said, kicking her heel down hard into the shower tray.
She pulled her hand out slowly with a gasp, shuddering and shivering on the floor. Emily had said vulnerable. Casey hated to think of herself as vulnerable but, she was breathless and naked on the floor of the communal shower with just a cheap latch lock between her and anyone who wanted her. She felt so acutely aware of every inch of her body, and not just because every slight pressure on it made her gush.
She lifted herself up gingerly and grabbed her shower gel. She might as well try to get clean while she could. The cold water was helping a bit, chilling her all over, even if the sensation on her skin was making her sick with need. She rubbed down her arms and legs with her eyes shut tight, rinsed herself off, and staggered over to her towel. She dried up her legs, and then between her legs, wincing as she felt herself still dripping.
“Fuck’s sake…” she muttered.
She wrapped herself up, tucking a corner of the towel between her legs, and unlatched the door. She peeked around the corner, heart in her mouth in case Emily was there (because she was scared that Emily would be there, she told herself), but the living room was empty. She hurry-waddled back to her room and slammed the door hard. She threw her towel on to her bed and lay spread-eagled on her back on top of it. Her body felt strange, unevenly heated and chilled, and she could feel her blood pulsing through herself. Her stomach fluttered, so light and unsteady. She could think straight, but any time she tried to express herself in anything but invective, her words came haltingly, unsteadily. It was unpleasantly like being really drunk.
She reached over to check the time on her phone. It was barely a quarter to nine. And I might still have two weeks of this to go .
She heard a polite little knock at the door.
“Hey, um, I heard you were out of the shower. You doing okay?”
“Yes,” Casey said, through gritted teeth. “I’m still fine.”
“Cool, cool. Um, listen, I was going to head out to the shops and swing by the pharmacy, do you need anything?”
Casey crawled her mind for anything her Omega friends had ever said about rut. One thought rose to the top of her mind.
“Heat suppressants,” she said, staring fixedly at the ceiling.
“Oh, uh,” Emily hesitated. Casey felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. “Um, those only work if you take them when you’re off heat during your cycle. Plus, like, I think you need a prescription, unless you want me to get you the like, herbal ones, but I don't think those really work…”
Emily tailed off as Casey buried her face in a pillow and screamed, descending into a series of dry sobs.
“But, you know, they do have morning after pills. I could get you some if you-”
She threw the pillow aside, gripping her sheets.
“J-just get me a lucozade and an ice pack. A couple of ice packs.”
“Sure, sure,” Emily said. Casey could still hear her hovering uncertainly by the door. “Also I’ll, uh, take care of the dishes today so you don’t have to worry about that, I know it’s your day on the chore chart.”
Casey sighed. “T-thanks.”
“Oh, and, um, I keep some, uh, emergency stuff for my girlfriend Kai for, well, times like this, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if-”
“LUCOZADE!” Casey yelled, although it came out petulant, a desperate whine.
“Sure, sure. I’ll be back in a bit.”
She heard Emily thud away down the hall, and out of the door. Casey stared at the ceiling, flexing her hands, bunching them into fists, digging her nails into her palms, then uncurling them, extending every finger. Her whole body crawled. She imagined hands on her, gripping her tight, holding her hips, digging their fingers into her stomach, her arms, her thighs, her breasts. Her mind, in a moment of feverish helpfulness, made them Emily’s hands, strong and eager. She’d never wondered before what Emily had in her jeans, but now her mind made all sorts of guesses. She convulsed and her breath came out in a dry, heaving sob. She scrunched up her eyes tight and bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.
She flailed wildly for her phone, and in a fit of desperation she searched “possible to die from rut”. The results suggested not, including the ever-helpful NHS oestrous cycle page, but this did not make her feel any better. Nor did the “Your first Heat: What you need to know” article in Teen Vogue . Or the dozen or so other posts from first-time desperate Omegas. Reading them was a struggle as her body seemed to know it was being talked about, and sent shocks up through her stomach into her ribcage the whole time as she read the words of a dozen other people in her same miserable situation. An awful feeling ran down her back, a hot-cold knife sinking into her stomach. This was her life now.
The only consistent advice seemed to be your body wants to fuck, that’s why you feel like you’re dying. Get someone to fuck you, if it’s safe . How safe was Emily, she wondered. She had a girlfriend, but even serial killers could hold down a relationship. Although, it wasn’t like she could hide a body in this flat, at least most weeks.
She lay still, agonising, until Emily returned. The little knock at the door was almost charmingly familiar. She levered herself up, blinking, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth hanging open, suddenly dry again.
“Hey, I got you a drink, um, do you want me to leave it outside the door again, or do you mind if I-”
Casey stood up and crossed her room before she could stop herself. She barely felt human, her movements slow and unsteady, with a bovine sort of idiot ponderousness. She cracked the door open, but kept it to just a crack. She leaned her weight on the door to steady herself, legs locked together at the knees, her eyes lowered. Emily glanced down and then up again, biting her lip, clearly trying not to grin. Oh yeah , Casey thought, distantly, I’m still naked.
“Hey, um, you don't, uh, you look a little rough. Are you sure you don’t want company?”
Struggling every inch, Casey looked up through her half-dried messed hair at Emily. She had a bottle of lucozade in one hand, and the other was resting on the door, fingers just curling loosely around it, but Casey was too busy looking up into her greenish eyes, behind surprisingly delicately-framed glasses. Emily had six to eight inches height on Casey, and probably a couple of stone too. She was dressed very casually, just jeans, a flannel shirt, and no bra. Yesterday, Casey had thought she was kind of a slob. Today, Casey wanted Emily to love her body with all of her casual self-assurance, wanted to feel her weight pressing down on her, into her, a reassuring presence she needed to wrap her legs around and let fuck her into the bed . She swallowed dryly, her lips parted. Emily smiled.
“Just so you know, um, you smell really nice. Is that a new shower gel?”
Casey tried to respond. Her mind said no, you know perfectly bloody well that’s just the smell of me leaking like a burst pipe, the smell of me going though a fake rut, but all that came out was a little hoarse whimper, a breathless sigh. Emily’s eyebrows raised in what looked like genuine concern.
“Listen, um, I really think I can help you out here. I don’t want to, like, force you to do anything you don’t wanna do, but like, I know what it can be like. I wanna help you.”
Emily was putting her weight ever so slightly on the door, letting it lever itself open. Casey wondered idly how much force it would take to stop her. It was force she absolutely did not have in her right now. She really wanted to think Emily would stop if she said no.
But she didn’t say no. She stepped back into her room. Emily paused for a moment before pushing the door open and stepping inside, then, after a moment, closing the door behind herself. Casey watched Emily like a hawk, taking in her every movement, the slight sway of her hips, the tensing muscles in her arms, the slight smirk that kept quirking her lips. Casey couldn't take her eyes off her.
“S-s-s…” she tried. She took a hitching breath, stepping back and sitting down on the edge of the bed. “S-sorry a-about t-the mess.”
Emily blinked and laughed, stepping forward and crouching down in front of her, eye to eye, with a speed that made Casey lean back. Emily reached out and cupped Casey’s cheek. The touch made Casey moan out loud, leaning into Emily’s hand, her mouth hanging open, eyes fluttering and rolling back.
“Hey. Don’t worry about it. Omegas get like this in heat. It’s totally normal.”
All Emily’s earlier uncertainty had vanished. Casey looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, struggling to keep them open.
“I-I-I… I’m…” she stammered. “I-I’m not a-an Omega. I’m a B-Beta.”
Emily’s smile was so sickly sweet it’s a wonder her teeth didn’t rot. She ran her hands down Casey’s arms, making her shiver.
“Sure, sure, you’re just going through heat right now is all. It’s normal to get like this in heat.”
Casey stared up at her, eyes like saucers, legs spread wide. Fuck I must look pathetic . She had to take charge somehow.
“F-fuck… fuck me,” she managed. And then, shamefully, “p-please.”
Emily’s hands found Casey’s wrists, squeezing them.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”
She knelt down in front of Casey, moving her hands on to her thighs and squeezing. Casey shook, gripping the sheets in her hands, but managed to stay upright. Emily grinned up at her and put her face between Casey’s legs, licking along her slowly. That made her convulse, squeezing Emily’s head in her thighs, panting. Emily kept going, her tongue pushing inside, lapping at Casey. Casey’s legs locked behind her back, ankles entwined, her body working on pure impulse to keep Emily inside her. She felt Emily’s hands sinking into her thighs, gripping harder and harder, until she wrenched Casey’s legs apart, shoving her back on the bed. Emily rose up above her, blonde hair plastered to her face with Casey’s slick
“Jesus, I thought I was gonna drown down there,” Emily said, grinning. “How’re you feeling, slip ‘n’ slide?”
“Sh-sh-sh…”
Casey was sprawled on her back, still feeling the hard imprints of Emily’s fingers on her thighs, imagining them forming bruises already.
“ Shut up!” she managed to say at last, in one exhausted breath.
Emily chuckled, running a hand over Casey’s dripping cunt, her thumb brushing her clit, stroking across it slowly. Casey’s hips moved back and forth unconsciously, dragging a loud, long whine from her lips. Emily leaned in, bringing her mouth to Casey’s ear.
“Is that good?” Emily said, her voice a soft growl. “I wanna make sure you have a good time for your first heat.”
“Shfff…” Casey mumbled, gritting her teeth.
“Skin-to-skin contact is good for heat, Kai says,” Emily continued, her hand pulling out of Casey slowly. “Mind if I take my shirt off?”
Casey couldn’t find the air to respond, but Emily didn’t wait for her to, kneeling up over her and unbuttoning her shirt and throwing it aside. Casey stared up at her, marvelling at the curve of her stomach, her heavy breasts. She reached up, tracing her fingers down Emily’s sides. She felt so soft. Without meaning to, she grabbed Emily by the hips, pulling her close. Emily swayed, but stayed kneeling up.
“J-j-just… f-fuck m-me,” Casey stammered, but Emily shook her head.
“Gotta take my jeans off too, don’t wanna get these stained.”
Which was a joke really, given how Emily’s jeans normally looked, but Casey didn’t have the patience to argue. She struggled to unbutton Emily’s jeans, peeling them down her hips, her chest heaving. Emily struggled out, and…
Casey gasped, her jaw slack as Emily stripped off. She’d slept with an Alpha before, so she knew what to expect, but she hadn’t expected how her body would react . For a start, the smell was new; rich, heady, and then just the sight of the thing took her breath away. She’d never really considered size to be a priority before, but Emily was bigger than anyone she’d ever had before. It hung semi-erect, swaying between her legs. Emily caught Casey’s wide eyes and flaring nostrils and grinned.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. You’re so wet it should just slide in…”
She straddled Casey, laying down on her. To her irritation, Casey found that skin to skin contact really did help, sending a beautiful warm feeling through her. She wrapped her arms around Emily’s back, holding her close, biting her lip, breathing heavily in anticipation. Emily reached down, guiding herself into Casey’s sopping wet entrance.
Lights flashed behind Casey’s eyes. She’d lived with Omegas when they had their Alphas around, and knew the sort of volume issues involved; a good pair of noise cancelling headphones or at the least earplugs were just the cost of doing business. She’d thought at the time the Omegas were just putting on a show for the benefit of their insecure lovers.
She knew better now.
She sank her nails into Emily’s back as she let out a long, shuddering scream. Emily filled her, pushing in so deep it forced the air out of her lungs. Emily pumped in and out slowly, agonisingly slowly. Casey could feel the cock inside her starting to swell, sealing and knotting. No backing out now , she thought, letting out a chuckle as a sort of breathy gasp.
“Hey, nnnh , d’you want a nnnh a bite?”
Casey’s brain raced. A bite? Like, a claiming bite?
“Y-your g-girlfriend… Kai…” she managed.
“Oh, heh, she’d be cool with it. It’s cute …”
True, bites weren’t much of a statement any more, but Casey wasn’t exactly certain what Emily might think it meant. On the other hand, her neck felt so bare , so cold . God, but everyone would know… but, on the other hand, everyone would know…
“B-bite me…” she gasped, before she could stop herself.
Emily sank her teeth into Casey’s shoulder, and Casey screamed. She writhed under Emily, feeling the knot tug inside her, while Emily kept pumping. The Alpha’s hands gripped her hips, pulling Casey down hard. It hurt, but oh god it felt so good. Emily’s full weight bore down on her, the force of it not letting her catch her breath. She was paralysed, shuddering and moaning, able only to hold on to Emily for as long as she could. She could feel every thrust driving her further and further on, her tension building, but she could feel the climax coming, almost see the shape of it in the pit of her stomach.
Emily detached from her shoulder, breathing heavily in her ear, a steady, husky hah hah hah , pulling Casey back and forth. Casey felt… used , but could hardly bring herself to think of it as a bad thing. She was perfectly shaped for Emily, clinging tight to every inch of her, a thing built for exquisite pleasure, for Emily, for anyone . Casey arched her back, letting out a singing cry. She felt perfect .
Then Emily came. She knew to expect a… high volume , but it hit her like a freight truck, flooding inside her, so hot, so thick . She screamed Emily’s name as the Alpha pumped hard into her, grunting, sinking her teeth back into Casey’s neck. Casey writhed as she came in sympathy, her eyes fluttering as light flashed in her peripheral vision. For a moment she thought she’d gone blind in one eye, her senses totally overwhelmed.
She shuddered and panted, lying back, feeling Emily’s hot breath on her neck. Slowly, she came back to herself. She felt a slight uncomfortable pressure inside herself and tried to move, to dislodge Emily from inside her, but… ah, yeah, the knot . The movement made her wince and gasp. She lay there for a moment, cold waves of shame rushing over her, even as she luxuriated in a warm afterglow. Every slight movement that Emily made inside her brought another little stab of pleasure up her spine. She groaned in satisfaction. Emily pushed herself up over her, looking down into her face. God I must look like a mess .
“ Hah… H-how was it?”
Emily sounded genuinely curious, if not a little concerned, but she was smiling. Casey stared up at her, breathing steadily.
“G-good,” she managed, nodding slowly. “You’re… it was good.”
She sighed as Emily shifted, stirring inside her.
“Aheh, yeah, um, this should take a couple minutes to go down,” she said, glancing down guiltily. “But, uh, don’t worry, I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
“I’m not worried,” Casey said, a goofy smile spreading across her face.
“Uh, good.”
They lay together, looking at each other. In the cold light of the afterglow, Casey wondered exactly what the hell she was doing; Emily had a girlfriend for god’s sake. She’d never exchanged more than a dozen words with her, and now she’d just let her… Oh Jesus Christ. The panic must have shown on her face, because Emily’s brow creased, and she placed a hand on Emily’s cheek.
“Hey, no, it’s okay, don’t worry about it,” she said, her low voice surprisingly soothing. “It’s just heat. You just gotta ride it out sometimes.”
“E-easy f-for you t-to say,” Casey stuttered. “Y-you’re n-not the one in heat right now!”
“No, but, like, I’ve been with loads of Omegas who have been, and like, it’s really intense for them. Like, casual sex is super normal.”
“Y-yeah, but I’m not an Omega,” Casey said, even as she felt a warm tension building in her stomach. Oh god, not already .
Emily’s expression said all she needed to, but she spoke anyway.
“Y-yeah, but like, you’re in heat, and like, people are gonna understand that. So don’t worry.”
She tried not to. She shifted her hips, just to feel Emily rub up against her insides. Her knot felt a little softer, but she didn’t want to try and pull off it just yet. It still felt good, even if anxiety was building in her chest.
“Yes but… how am I going to explain that to everyone?” Without looking like an idiot , she added mentally.
Emily glanced away, biting her lip.
“Uh, yeah, that’s… I mean, it’s tough, yeah. But like, it might not happen again. Like, if you moved out…”
How long would she have to find a place, though? How long did Omega heat cycles last? She sighed, feeling a familiar emptiness in her stomach, her eyes fluttering as the disorientating arousal built up over her, spreading from her chest, from between her legs. Her breath hitched and she looked up at Emily with a slightly desperate expression, gripping her shoulder.
“I, um… how long until you can go again?”
Emily blinked. “Um, maybe fifteen minutes?”
Casey opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by the sound of the door opening and closing. Ice-cold panic flooded through her. She clasped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide in panic. Emily looked up, looking a little dazed.
“Fffuuuck,” Casey whispered through her hand. “Who the fuck…”
“Oh, I think Dana went to the gym earlier, I didn’t know if she’d be coming back or not…”
Casey squirmed, head in her hands.
“Fucking Dana…”
Dana’s room was right next to hers. Even if she hadn’t been leaking all over the apartment, she’d definitely…
“Hey, Casey?”
Her breath caught in her throat. Emily looked down quizzically.
“Hey Casey?” Dana repeated. Casey could hear the curled lip in her voice. “Do you have someone over? Just, it reeks in here. I know you’re not used to living with Alphas, but it’s really not great to come home to a place smelling like heat…”
Emily gave Casey a slightly panicked look, begging for some kind of direction. Casey shook her head.
“Cas, or, whoever’s in there, you’d better get some fucking febreeze or something before the others get back. I know you can’t smell it, but I can and it smells like a fucking brothel in here.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Dana, it’s me!” Casey yelled, without fully meaning to.
She froze in panic. Dana took a moment before she spoke.
“What the fuck?”
Casey groaned, rubbing her eyes hard. “I’m in fucking heat , Dana! What part of that do you not understand?”
Dana made a coughing, dismissive noise. “What the- I’m coming in.”
“No don’t-”
The door opened. Emily jerked up on to her knees, jolting Casey and forcing a moan out that she had to bite her hand to muffle. Dana stood in the doorway, dressed in leggings and a sports bra, long and lithe, her skin shining just slightly with sweat. Casey ran a hand through her hair, biting her lip, unable to stop herself from staring, thinking oh my god fuck me now . Even through the haze of other smells, she could pick out the tang of Dana’s sweat, and felt herself starting to soak. Emily, for her part, looked over her shoulder, and was still self-conscious enough to smile bashfully.
“Hey Dana,” she said, one hand on Casey’s stomach to steady herself.
“Fuck me running,” Dana said, flatly, folding her arms. “You wasted no time, huh?”
“Yeah, uh, look, I’ll get up in a second, I’m just-”
Dana raised her hands shaking her head. “I really don’t wanna hear it. Look, whatever kind of weird play thing you’re doing here, I don't care, but you guys need to deal with the fucking smell-”
“No, like, Casey is in a genuine heat.”
Dana stared, taking a hesitant step forward, peering down at Casey. Casey wished the earth would swallow her up. She wished Dana would grab her breasts and kiss her. All she could do was stare up helplessly into Dana’s piercing eyes. To her eternal shame, she actually whimpered.
“Fucking hell,” said Dana, still sneering, but with a hint of sympathy in her eyes. She looked up at Emily, flashing a furious look. “She looks fucking catatonic. Has she been getting fluids?”
Emily bit her lip, smiling, the unspoken joke making Dana roll her eyes. She grabbed the abandoned bottle of lucozade and opened it, crouching by the bedside and pushing it to Casey’s lips.
“Here,” she said.
Casey drank, looking up into Dana’s eyes, although Dana didn’t meet her gaze. Her brain was paralysed with shame and embarrassment, which left her body free to feel an intense rush of excitement. Mommy , she thought, totally unbidden. She choked, lucozade coming out of her nose. She spluttered and coughed, her sinuses scoured, eyes watering. Dana leaned back and grimaced.
“Fucking hell, Em, she’s a fucking mess.”
“I-I-I’m s-sorry,” Casey mumbled, eyes half lidded. She felt pathetic in the face of Dana’s levelheadedness. “I… I didn’t know what to do, I felt so awful…”
“Sorry, Dana,” Emily said. “I was gonna clean up before you got back.”
A tiny shard of anger pierced Casey’s wet shame. They’re talking over you like you’re not here . But then Emily moved to pull out of her, her knot soft (but not that soft), making a horrible slurping pop as it drew out, and Casey convulsed, arching her back and moaning. She caught Dana’s grim look up and down her body, and felt Emily’s come flooding out of her onto the sheets. Oh well, these were ruined anyway , she thought distantly. Her breath came in short gasps, her body still turned on. Emily looked almost impressed, until Dana slapped her lightly on the shoulder.
“Go shower and get her some more water. Has she eaten today?”
“I don’t think so,” Emily said, guiltily.
“Well, go get her some cereal or something. Fuck’s sake, Emily, your aftercare is fucking terrible.”
Emily sighed, but didn’t argue, disappearing out of Casey’s field of view and, presumably, out of the room. Casey looked up at Dana, her whole self shrivelling up.
“I… I don’t know… what I’m…”
“I knew it was a fucking terrible idea, you living here,” Dana said, sharply. “You know this happened to a friend of mine? She was stuck having heats for years before her cycle evened out.”
Years , Casey thought. She’d gone to pieces after an hour, she dreaded to imagine how she’d be after years. Dana huffed.
“You should’ve been taking heat suppressants, even as a Beta. They can stop the switch from happening.”
“Bit late now…” Casey mumbled.
“Oh shut up, you think I like this? It’s so depressing to see you like this. Fuck’s sake Cas, I’d have thought you could’ve at least prepared.”
Casey cringed, curling up and groaning, not bothering about the absolute mess she’d made of the sheets. She was shaken out of it as Dana slapped her hard on the shoulder. A sharp slice of pain cut through her self-pity and dull arousal.
“Ow!”
“Oh don’t whine, I’m trying to keep you conscious. If you drift off again it’ll be a fucking nightmare to keep you fed and watered. I fucking hate looking after Omegas. I had stuff to do today, you know.”
Casey looked up sullenly at Dana. “I-I'm not helpless you know, I-I can do things for myself.”
Dana brushed her fingers over Casey’s collarbone, and instantly Casey’s whole body stiffened, and she gasped.
“You were saying?”
“Fffuck you, y-you know what I mean,” Casey said, struggling into a sitting position.
Dana put her hand on Casey's head and gripped her hair, guiding her back to the pillow, and Casey followed her hand without meaning to, letting out a little whine as she lay down..
“Just stay in bed, okay?” Dana said, gently, but with a tang of anger in her voice. “No one needs you to go walking about in this state. You're just going to get yourself into trouble. Or collapse in traffic because you got too horny.”
Casey gritted her teeth, staring up at Dana.
“S-stop treating me like a child,” she managed.
Dana rounded on her, pressing her palms onto Casey's shoulders, pinning her down to the bed. Tendons stood out on her arms and her neck, her eyes furious.
“I'm not treating you like a child, Casey, I'm treating you like a hypersexual adult who can't be trusted in public in case she decides to fuck the next Alpha who looks at her, alright? For your safety, and my sanity, stay the fuck inside .”
Casey's breathing had quickened, coming in short, sharp breaths. The words fuck me sat on the tip of her tongue, but she hardly dared say them. Dana could easily read her face, though.
“I'm not gonna fuck you,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Unlike Emily, some of us have standards.”
Casey's breath hitched, a lump rising in her throat.
“Y-y-you d-don’t h-h-have to t-t-talk to me like t-that,” she stammered, choking on a sob. “F-for f-fuck’s sake, I'm still me! ”
“I mean my standards for myself ,” Dana snapped, jolting Casey hard. “Just because I’m an Alpha doesn’t mean I have to fuck every Omega in heat. It’s called self-control .”
Casey felt sick. “L-look, I’m doing my best-”
“Oh I know you can’t help it, but I can!”
Dana was kneeling over her, breathing heavily, hissing through her teeth. Her thigh had moved between Casey’s legs. An anticipatory ache spread up her body, and Casey shuddered involuntarily.
“Um, y-you’re getting… Um, your leggings…”
“I know about my fucking leggings,” Dana hissed, pushing against Casey harder. “If I’m gonna be cleaning you up all day I’d better get used to it, huh?”
“P-please move,” Casey said, her eyes rolling back. “G-get off me or fuck me.”
Dana’s eyes narrowed. “What, you’re telling me if I just stay like this, you seriously can’t help yourself?”
Casey squirmed, sliding down the bed, pressing against Dana’s thigh in answer. She looked up at her with a bashful smirk.
“Ugh, of fucking course.”
“L-like you said,” Casey said, shrugging as she started to rub against Dana, soaking into the other girl’s clothes. “No self-control right?”
Dana flinched, her hands lifting off Casey’s shoulders. Her cheeks were colouring, flushing red, but she didn’t move her leg.
“F-fuck’s sake,” she muttered, huffing.
“W-what?” Casey moaned as she kept rubbing up and down. She felt like she was melting she was so wet. “You don’t have to get involved. Just leave me to it…”
Dana grabbed Casey’s leg, wrapping her arm under her knee and lifting. She moved between Casey’s legs, pressing her hips to hers.
“That’s not how this works, and you know it,” she snarled. She grabbed the back of Casey’s head, pressing her forehead to Casey’s. “Do you have the slightest idea how you smell right now?”
Casey smiled and shrugged. She knew she was pissing Dana off, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“How do I smell?” she breathed, mouth hanging open.
Dana hissed through her teeth, breaking eye contact with Casey for a moment. She shifted back, putting some space between them.
“You know… you know the feeling when you’ve been flirting with someone all night,” she said, her tone softer. “Laughing, joking, teasing, getting closer, and closer, until you’re inches away, and then you get them alone, all to yourself for a moment, and you can see them thinking about it, and you can see them seeing you thinking about it , and you have that moment where you both know what’s going to happen, and you have this promise between you, hanging in the air…”
Dana’s expression was rapturous, lost in her own little spiel, her eyes closing slowly. She let out a long, shaking breath.
“That’s what you smell like,” she said, fixing Casey with a hard stare.
“W-wow… you just smell like sweat to me,” Casey said.
Dana grabbed Casey’s face, squeezing her cheeks and shoving her head into the pillow. She snarled, but a grin was working across her face.
“ Just like sweat?” she said, eyes narrowed.
Casey felt the bulge in Dana’s leggings, her eyes going wide. She squirmed against it.
“W-well, m-mostly s-weat,” she said, her legs unconsciously wrapping around Dana’s back, her ankles crossing.
“Hm, maybe your sense of smell hasn’t changed,” Dana said, her tone idle.
She let her hand fall, stroking over Casey’s chest. Casey’s eyes followed her arm, her whole body pulled tight as a harp string with anticipation. She nodded vacantly. Her hips started to move, grinding against Dana.
“Y-yeah… Y-you still smell so good…”
Dana rolled her eyes. She dug her fingers into Casey’s breasts, squeezing hard as she started to thrust against her. Casey gasped, huffing as she tried to catch her breath. Dana stared down at her, her bright eyes pinning Casey in place like a butterfly on a corkboard.
“Fine,” Dana said, gritting her teeth into a frustrated smile. “You win.”
Casey heard Dana pulling her leggings down, throwing them aside. She felt something heavy, thick, and warm pushing against her dripping wet lips. Casey couldn’t look down to see, but Dana definitely felt bigger than Emily, as the Alpha pushed herself up against her. Casey’s eyes fluttered, and rolled back in her head. She couldn’t see a thing, but she could hear Dana grunt as she pushed inside her, and felt the thick, breathless rush as she filled her up. Even a second time, she wasn’t properly ready for it.
“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Dana moaned, sounding genuinely surprised.
Casey smiled wide, her chest heaving as Dana’s hands gripped her breasts. She cracked an eyelid, and saw that Dana was smiling too, pumping her hips back and forth slowly.
“What are you looking so pleased with yourself for?” Dana purred, her teeth grinding.
“You aren’t going to fuck me…” Casey teased.
That pissed Dana off. She grabbed Casey’s face again, her thrusts getting rougher, harder. Casey’s back arched and she pushed herself against Dana just as her knot flared, filling her entrance.
“Fuck me you haven’t been an Omega for more a day and you’re already the brattiest little bitch on earth,” Dana growled, her lips inches from Casey’s ear.
Despite herself, Casey laughed. She kept laughing, unable to stop as Dana pushed deeper and deeper inside her.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” Dana tried to growl again, but she cracked up too, a little giggle escaping from her.
Casey couldn’t say; she was too busy laughing. What can you threaten me with , she thought. It was insane, but she felt invincible, an untouchable, wonderful feeling rising through her. Dana’s hands grabbed her hips, thumbs digging into her stomach, fingers raking her back, but she didn’t register any pain, just more breathless pleasure driving the air out of her lungs.
“God you’re… you’re fucking ridiculous,” Dana panted.
“If I am,” Casey managed to moan. “ You are.”
That made Dana growl. Without a word she bit Casey hard on the neck, sucking and gnawing, grinding Casey’s skin between her teeth. Casey squealed, letting out a long, slow moan, which only encouraged Dana, who moved down, biting over Emily’s still-darkening marks. Yet none of it hurt . Casey wondered dazedly whether her nerve endings had been fried by this constant arousal. A symptom to check afterwards…
Dana collapsed onto her slowly, her hands moving up to grip Casey’s shoulders. Her touch was electric, spiking down Casey’s spine. Sweat poured off Dana, heat building between them both. Casey could feel another orgasm working its way up inside her, Dana’s every movement bringing her closer and closer. Her moans pitched up, and she gripped Dana’s sides, trying to hold her as deep as possible, until it felt like Dana was the only thing inside her. For her part, Dana was panting incoherently, gasping in Casey’s ear. Casey could feel her throbbing, pulsing inside her, working towards her own climax.
“C-cum for me,” she whispered in Dana’s ear.
“F-fuck y-you…”
Dana couldn’t help herself though. She dug her fingers into Casey, trying to hold herself back, but Casey gripped tight with her legs. Dana gasped, bucking her hips in hard as she came. Casey threw her head back, crying out as Dana sank her teeth into her neck, muffling her own moans. Dana thrust arrhythmically as she shuddered to a halt, draped over Casey, sighing, and dripping sweat.
“F-fuck…” Dana said, still face-down in the crook of Casey’s neck. “Fuuuck…”
Casey bit her lip, letting her legs fall limply to the side. “A-are you okay…?”
Dana let out a vaguely affirmative grunt.
“God… I did not need that after core strength day at the gym,” she groaned.
Casey held back a giggle. She felt so buoyed up, in spite of the instinctive cold flush of dread she felt.
“You’re just… full of terrible ideas…” Dana groaned.
“Mmmh, hey, if anyone’s full of anything…” Casey said, unable to hold herself back.
Dana jostled her hips against Casey’s, drawing a desperate little whine out of her.
“Oh she’s got jokes too,” Dana said, leaning up.
Casey pouted, but retribution was very quick. Emily knocked on the door, and Dana almost jumped out of her skin.
“Hey, uh, if you’re done, I got Casey some breakfast,” came the low, gentle voice from the other side of the door. “I can come back if you-”
“For fuck’s sake Emily, give me a minute will you? I’m still fucking knotted!”
Casey groaned happily while Dana jerked about in alarm, sinking into the bed. She felt so beautifully useless. She was pretty sure her legs had gone numb…
“Okay, okay, sorry, sorry, I’ll wait.”
The shock seemed to have wilted Dana a little, Casey could feel her softening, although the knot still tugged at her entrance. Dana ran a hand through her hair, huffing irritably.
“Fuck me… what am I doing,” she murmured.
Cold guilt rushed into Casey’s stomach. What had she done? Dana’s face was creased in uncertainty. The light in the room was catching Dana’s blonde hair, making it glow like a halo. She was so icily beautiful in that moment, and Casey had let her down . Casey tried to apologise, tried to speak, but her voice wouldn’t come out. All she could make was a low creaking sound. Tears started in her eyes, a sob bursting out of her mouth. Dana turned, startled, as Casey tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“I-I-I’m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean to… I…”
Her whole body shook as she sank into huge, wracking sobs, tears flooding out of her face. Her chest ached as she curled over, unable to catch her breath. All that filled her mind was what have I done, what have I done…
“Hey, woah, woah, don’t worry,” Dana said, genuine concern flashing over her face, a hand stroking through Casey’s hair. “Hey, hey, babe, don’t worry, hey, hey.”
She tried to sound soothing, but through the tears, Casey could see the panic growing across her face. Panic about her. Oh god, oh god, don’t worry about me, please please please.
“Em? Em, she’s dropping really badly,” she heard Dana shouting. “Can you get in here please?”
Casey squeezed her eyes tight, unable to fight off the waves of horror and misery washing over her. She was so useless, such a waste of space, wasting Dana’s time, letting Emily do whatever she wanted, she might never come out of heat, she might be like this forever…
Her train of thought was interrupted by a bear hug that came from nowhere. Dana had turned her on her side, still face-to-face, but she could feel another pair of arms, and a big, soothingly warm body pressing against her back. She dully felt Emily’s face pressing into her shoulder.
“Heeey Cassy,” Emilysaid, her voice low and sleepy. “Hey, hey, take a deep breath.”
Casey took in a long shuddering breath, and let it out slowly. Then she took in another. And out again. And in. And out. By degrees, she felt herself calming down.
“S-sorry,” she mumbled into Dana’s shoulder. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“Hey, it’s chill Cas,” Emily mumbled, squeezing Casey around the middle. “It’s chill. You’ve had a big exciting morning. It’s normal to feel a little overwhelmed. Just keep doing those deep breaths, and let me and Dana worry about everything else.”
Casey nodded, feeling even more pathetic that she had to be babied like this, but… well, what else could she do? She felt Dana’s hand stroke her cheek.
“Hey, I’m sorry I said… all that,” Dana said, haltingly. ”I, uh, I know it’s your first time and everything, I was just… anyway, I’m sorry.”
Casey felt a little glow of anger in the wet ashes inside her. Maybe Dana had been acting shoddy towards her. She let out a long, shaky sigh. She reached up and wiped her nose. God, today was a real body fluids sort of day.
“How about Dana gets out of you and fetches you a blanket, huh?”
Casey nodded, sniffing. Dana breathed out slowly, and pushed herself away from Casey. Her knot had gone down enough to slip out easily enough, but it still made Casey shiver and groan. Dana patted her shoulder.
“Sorry. I’ll get you a blanket.”
“There’s a waterproof one in my room,” Emily said.
Casey sighed, curling up, squeezing Emily’s arms.
“God… I feel so bad about all this…”
“Yeah, yeah, everyone does,” said Emily, and Casey could hear the smile in her voice. “It’s big and scary. I can bet it feels like you’ve ruined your life, or had your life ruined but like… it’s just heat. It’ll go away.”
“Right…” Casey said, a little sulkily. “Just… it also sucks right now.”
“Oh for sure,” said Emily. “Between the sex? It’ll suck . But it’ll pass. Trust me. There’s no way you’re the one person in the entire world who is just in heat all the time.”
Casey shifted, about to speak, but Emily interrupted.
“Trust me, you’re not. Every Omega thinks it’s gonna be them, and it never is. Trust me.”
Casey nodded.
“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll be okay.”
“You will.”
Emily kissed her very gently between her shoulder blades. Casey almost started crying again.
“Let’s get you towelled off.”
Gradually, Emily helped her stand up and dry off, wiping her thighs clear. Casey winced at the touch, but it was just a sensation now, something she could grit her teeth and endure. Dana brought in a heavy, plastic-lined blanket and draped the wooly side around Casey’s shoulders. Together they led her into the sitting room and sat her down. Casey mumbled something about ‘what if someone came in’ but Emily and Dana made it very clear no one would. They handed her a cup of tea and a bowl of cereal, and Casey realised she was starving and dying of thirst. She burned her mouth on the tea, and ate so fast she got hiccups. Emily made her a cheese sandwich after that and left it to one side for her.
Casey held her tea in both hands, staring into it, watching the steam curl up, then sending it streaming away as she breathed over it. The warm mug helped keep her mind off her body which was… too much for her to deal with right now. Her skin still crawled, making her shift uncomfortably even just sitting down. The bruises on her neck and shoulders were starting to ache, and her core muscles, unused to so much exercise, sang with pain. She could feel it so much she struggled to think about anything but her body. She sipped her tea and munched slowly on the sandwich. Even her mouth felt more sensitive. Even a plain cheese sandwich was a sensory nightmare.
Emily and Dana both got dressed, while Casey did not (clothes still felt like too much for her to bear right now). Emily wrapped her in the blanket and sat beside her. Dana made an excuse to go and do something else, but Emily’s heavy, reassuring presence stayed. Casey leaned against her, grateful for the thick blanket preventing her from touching skin.
“Thanks, Em,” she said, not looking at her.
“Don’t mention it,” Emily said, putting an arm around her.
“I didn’t realise how hungry I was. I was really out of it, huh…”
“Sorry I didn’t get you anything sooner. It’s uh. I mean, it’s a bit… I mean…”
“It’s okay. I was in a weird way too,” Casey said. “I don’t know if I would have done it if I hadn’t been in heat, but…”
“But you were, and I got… y’know. Riled by that.”
Casey glanced out the corner of her eye and, yes, Emily was giving her a shy smile. She sighed.
“It’s… weird. All these things I would never have done, that you wouldn’t have done, if I weren’t… I mean, it’s just… how do you deal with it?”
Emily shrugged. “I guess I don’t really think about it. Dana probably thinks about it too much.”
Casey nodded. She hesitated for a moment before she spoke again.
“Dana probably thinks I’m a raving sex maniac now,” she said, flatly, staring into her tea.
“Nah,” Emily said. “She’s probably more worried about herself. People give Omegas a lot of leeway.”
“I’m not-”
“Right, right, yeah, as soon as I said it,” Emily said, grinning. “I mean, I guess maybe it’s going to be different for you.”
“I don’t want people to look at me differently,” Casey continued. “I don’t want them to think less of me, just because I… because I get like this.”
“I mean, Alan Turing was an Omega and people still respect him.”
“Yeah, posthumously, and anyway, I’m not an Omega .”
“No, but you’re in heat, like, that’s the main thing that you’re worried about people not respecting you for, right?”
“Well, yeah…”
“Well? Do you think all your Omega friends are freaks just because they go through heat?”
Casey wanted to say “no” on instinct, but she couldn’t quite say that with a clear conscience. She did think about them differently. Not necessarily worse , but… well, there were some things you wouldn’t trust an Omega in heat with. Things she wouldn’t trust herself with right now. Which felt awful to realise.
“I… I guess not,” she mumbled, leaning into Emily.
Emily squeezed her shoulders gently. “Like I said. You’ll be okay.”
Casey sighed. Even through the blanket, Emily felt so comfortable, so warm. And she’d been so damn nice , even through all this strangeness. Casey put down her tea and pushed an arm under the blanket, hugging Emily close. She leaned into her, putting both arms around her. Between her legs, she felt herself getting wet again. She let out a little groan of annoyance, but didn’t stop cuddling Emily. It was too nice to stop.
Emily glanced over, and saw the patch growing on the towel under Casey.
“Hey, um, if you need, uh, help, I can go slower this time. Make it a little less overwhelming.”
Casey smiled, a feeling blooming up inside her. “Maybe in a little bit…”
“Of course, sure. No pressure.”
Casey gripped Emily’s shirt, leaning her head on her shoulder. The Alpha cradled her head, stroking her hair gently.
And, in a little bit, they both went to Emily’s room.
And Dana, in a silent act of charity, changed Casey’s sheets, and put the dirty ones in the wash, before leaving the apartment for somewhere quieter.