“Yes, please.”
I grab a handful of his perfect ass, and he lets out a surprised yelp.
“How much longer do you think?”
“Before I go completely sex hungry Omega? Probably within the next few hours. I already feel it starting.”
He cups my chin. “Are you in any pain?”
“Not yet,” I tell him.
That would be a lie. My uterus feels like a feral cat is living inside of it and it just wants to claw its way out, but he doesn’t need to know that.
We find our moderator waiting outside of the neon suite. It’s a man in his late forties, definitely a Beta. He kinda looks like Ned Flanders, but with a cooler mustache. It's an eerie feeling that this man who looks like he goes to church every Sunday and probably has a perfect credit score watches orgies for a living.
“Hello, my name is Tom. I’m going to be your first moderator. You will not be notified when there is a shift change. Just know that someone will always be supervising and we are always on standby if there is anything you need. Mr. Miller, you can head down to the waiting area for now. I need to go over a few protocols with Ms. Collins while she is still coherent and able to ask questions.”
I grab Griffin's arm tightly. He looks down at me with a reassuring smile. “I can stay if you want me to,” he looks over to the moderator, “Is that allowed?”
“I’m sorry, if you were bonded, it would be another story, but this is a matter of Ms. Collins' safety and Heat Haven policy. I wouldn't want her judgment altered because she's looking to you for guidance,” Tom the moderator replies.
Griffin grabs both of my cheeks and gives me a kiss. “Tom is going to come and get me as soon as he’s done talking to you, okay?”
I nod, but I’m not pleased. I might pout a little bit. “Okay.”
I cross my arms and hug myself. He kisses my hair one more time before he goes to take a seat in the waiting area.
“Ms. Collins, please follow me.”
Tom the moderator leads me down to my selected nest. I knew when I was in heat, I would love this room. I only looked at pictures online, because well, I got stuck in the elevator with Griffin the day I was supposed to pick it out.
It’s primarily pinks and purples. The only lights in the room are the pink neon stars on the walls and the purple LED lights that illuminate around the edges of the ceiling. The glow from the lights gives me a warm fuzzy feeling.
A massive padded mattress takes up most of the room. It’s only about six inches off the floor. The bed is covered in a waterproof violet colored duvet. The amount of pillows in here makes me want to jump in them like a leaf pile and never get out. The pillows range from functional for sleeping, positioning pillows, to cute little decorative throws. There is one table in the room, as well as a mini-fridge. The table has lube, fuzzy socks, multiple heated blankets, and handcuffs on it. All of my requested items. You’re not allowed to bring your own handcuffs for safety reasons. You are allowed to bring in sex toys, however; I decided not to bring any with me this time.
I open the mini-fridge to see it’s filled with everything I requested: Gatorade, Pedialyte, strawberries, and a cheese plate. It makes me smile. I know I was so nervous about coming here, but the room is perfect. There are no lingering scents, and everything I asked for is here waiting.
There is one more door left to explore in the room. I open it and it leads to a beautiful all-white bathroom. There is a massive free-standing tub and a large glass shower. The vanity has two sinks. I open the bottom cabinet and it's full of personal hygiene products and cleaning supplies. Turning around, I head out of the room to talk to Tom.
“Does the room have everything you need? Is the temperature okay?”
I look over at Tom and smile, “It’s perfect, thank you.”
Tom leads me to the mirrored wall. He hits a button, and a door appears. He leads me into the small room.
“This is the moderator's room. It’s a two-way mirror, so you can’t see me, but I can watch everything that is happening. There is an exit over here.” He points to the door in the back of the room. “That way, no one is interrupting you during your heat. We are here to make sure that everyone obeys your hard limits, to make sure no bonding happens, and that you stay happy and healthy. If at any time you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, we want you to say the word ‘red’ and someone will intervene and handle the situation. Do you understand?”
I nod my head, “Red, yes, I understand.”
“I saw how close you were becoming to one of the Alphas involved in your heat. While bonding has to be consensual, we will need to heavily monitor that and make sure that it does not happen here at the facility.”
“I understand.”
“Great, just know that you are in control here. If you would like time to yourself, or for an Alpha to leave, please let us know and we will handle the situation. This is all about you being safe and comfortable. Would you like to stay here in the neon suite, or would you like to get some rest in one of the overnight rooms?”
“I think I would like to stay here, please. Can Griffin come?” My voice almost sounds pleading.
“Yes, I will meet with your Alphas shortly. After I meet with them, I will send him in. Would you like your other Alphas here as well?”
I bite my lip. “No, I don’t think I want them here until my heat starts.”
“No problem, Ms. Collins. You get some rest and let us take care of everything else, okay?”
“Okay, thank you.”
I grab a heated blanket and some fuzzy socks, quickly covering my feet, and moan in relief. They are the lavender-infused kind. I find an outlet close to the bed and plug in the blanket. Wrapping myself up like a little burrito, I plop into the pile of pillows. I’m going to try and get as much sleep as possible before my heat completely takes over.
Chapter eight
I sit in the lobby, bouncing my knee vigorously. I hope they don’t keep me from Emily long. She seemed like she was on the verge of starting her heat. It took everything in me not to fuck her in the car, on the receptionist’s desk, or even in the fucking stairwell with how good she smelled. I honestly deserve a sticker with the amount of restraint I used today.
Another man joins me in the lobby. He has deep brown skin and is probably in his mid-twenties. His hair is shaved on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He looks just right around my height but with more of a runner's build. Sitting in the seat across from me, I catch a whiff of his citrusy scent. He is all Alpha.
It’s almost midnight at this point, so I highly doubt he is here for anyone else's heat but Emily’s. When I picture myself having to share, I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’m possessive of her, but I’m not egotistical enough to think that I alone can fulfill her needs during her heat.
The man sitting across from me extends his hand and I clasp it in mine, giving it a firm shake.
“Hey, I’m Dion.”