“Griffin.”
What the fuck else do you say in this situation. ‘Hey, I’m Griffin, did we both get memberships to this facility to fuck the same Omega, who I’m starting to have feelings for and don’t know how to cope with this situation.’ That doesn't seem like a normal thing to say.
“Are you here for Emily’s heat?” he asks me.
“Yes.” Why am I such a dick?
“She seems like a nice girl. Have you participated in a few heats before?”
“No, this is actually my first time. You?”
“Yeah, a few. It’s a good time, but I wish I vibed with one of the Omegas on a more personal level.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s fun. I enjoy myself, but it isn’t the same without the emotional connection. I know some Alphas couldn’t care either way, but I’ve found it's something that I need. Emily seems sweet though.”
“You’ve met?” He gives me a puzzled look. I guess I didn’t pay well enough attention at orientation.
“Yeah...you always have a face-to-face meeting with the Omega to see if you are a good fit. You didn’t meet with her before agreeing to be in her heat?”
“Uh, I did...it's a long story.”
Dion looks like he wants to ask me a million questions, but Tom the moderator comes into the waiting room greeting us.
“Gentlemen, if you can follow me.”
Tom leads us down a corridor and opens a door. The room reminds me of being sent to the principal's office in high school. Dion and I both take seats next to each other in the copper leather chairs.
“The final Alpha couldn’t make it on such short notice, but I’m sure he will come by at some point tomorrow. I just wanted to reiterate some rules and go over Emily’s hard limits so there is no confusion.” He taps away on his keyboard until he pulls up Emily’s file.
“First and foremost, there is to be no bonding at our facility. If it appears that is going to happen, we will remove you from the facility.” He looks at me pointedly. “We will ensure Ms. Collins’ safety as well as your own throughout the heat. If you feel uncomfortable, you are free to leave at any time, or you can reach out to your moderator. We also ask that you take care of your Omega, and if there is anything she needs to let us know.”
I clear my throat, “What about meals and hydration?”
“There is a fridge in the room with snacks she has specifically requested. We also have a cafeteria on level three. You can leave the nest or let your moderator know what you need, and we will provide it.”
“Great, thanks.”
I shift in my seat, slightly uncomfortable. I glance over at Dion, and he looks cool as a cucumber with not a care in the world.
“Onto Ms. Collins’ hard limits. If you do any of these things during her heat, you will be removed immediately and possibly lose your membership at Heat Haven.” He looks up at both of us like he is talking to a classroom of third graders. Yeah, asshole, we understand what hard limits are.
Tom clears his throat. “The following are not permitted during Ms. Collins’ heat: choking, water play, double vaginal or anal penetration. She does, however, permit double penetration of one penis inside of her vaginally and one rectally. Things that are on the table with limitations are impact play. The only areas you may strike are her thighs and behind and not hard enough to leave serious bruising. Things that she has listed as encouraged are bondage, degradation, and hair-pulling.” Part of me wants to laugh at this straight-laced dude explaining these things to me, but I somehow bottle it in.
I can’t imagine my sweet Emily wanting to be degraded, but the thought of calling her my little slut and then praising her for what a good job she is doing makes my cock stir.
“Do you gentlemen have any questions?” he asks.
Yeah, what the fuck is water play? I keep that to myself and just nod my head that I do not have any questions.
“Great. Mr. Davis, please head down to the overnight suites. We will wake you when Emily is fully in heat. Mr. Miller, Ms. Collins has requested you in the neon suite.”
Dion gives me a little head nod and makes his way down to the lower levels, while I walk over to the neon suite.
Once I walk into the nest, I take in the room before me, definitely an interesting choice by Emily. I guess she was going for the pretty princess, underground rave, fuckfest aesthetic. Emily’s cherry scent envelopes the room. I don’t immediately see her until I look over at the pile of pillows. She's burrowed herself into a nest of pillows and blankets like a little chipmunk. Her chest rises and falls with her breathing and I place my hand on her forehead, maybe a mild fever, but nothing that indicates she's fully in heat. The purple neon lights highlight her feminine face, and I’m in awe of how beautiful and peaceful she looks.
Taking off my shoes and suit, I fold them neatly, and place them on the table provided. With just my boxers on, I crawl on the bed and curl up next to Emily. My cock is painfully hard, but I’m tired enough that I drift off to sleep with the sweetest Omega tucked into my arms.
I’m woken up by a low moan and slight pressure on my chest. I open my eyes to see Emily straddling me, her pink silk panties and bra still on. Her head tilted back, with her dark blonde locks falling behind her. Both of her hands are pressed firmly against my chest. My hands snake over her thighs tentatively and I’m immediately taken aback by how warm her skin is. Her scent has amplified from earlier. It’s like we're inside a bakery that only makes cherry pies.
She lifts her head and finally looks at me, smiling as she leans into my neck. Her tongue makes a wet trail from my collarbone to the back of my ear. Breathing heavily, she leans in and inhales my scent.
“I need you to fuck me,” she whispers confidently in my ear. It takes me a minute to realize that it’s the first time I’ve heard her curse.
I pat down her hair that is partially in my face from her licking my throat.
“You okay, honey?”
She continues nuzzling my neck as she grinds her silken-clad pussy over my cock, which makes me groan.
“Touch me,” she says, and I quickly move my hands to grab her perfect peachy ass, moving her to grind harder on my dick. I know I can only physically knot her so many times, so I’m going to need to use everything in my arsenal to get my girl off as many times as she needs. She sighs as my knot rubs against her clit.
“You like that, Emily? You getting wet thinking about your greedy cunt taking my knot over and over?” She doesn’t answer with words, she just moans and keeps sliding her pussy up and down along my length.