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I wake up on Sunday morning, and it’s bad.
I haven’t had to wear slick panties in more than a year, but now I’m digging them out of my closet. They’re extra absorbent and incredibly soft, but it feels foreign to have to use them.
My fever has grown worse, and chills rack my body.
My Heat symptoms have never been this bad.
I’m sensitive to the smallest touch, even when dressing.
My cunt literally aches, desperate to be touched.
I grab my vibrator from the furthest corner of my nightstand, put it on the highest setting, and bite into a pillow as I draw out a pitiful orgasm.
I cannot be this horny when River and Landon show up. What I did with River was…incredible, but I’m not sure if Landon knows.
I have to get the horniness out of my system.
But the silicone isn’t enough, and all I can think about is Alpha.
My inner Omega screams with need, begging to be filled and fucked.
“Not today,” I mutter, downing an extra dose of suppressants, along with over-the-counter medicine for Heat symptoms. “Please, just hold off until tomorrow.”
I brew tea made to alleviate Heat discomfort and take it with an Omega multivitamin.
I even watch a video on Heat Yoga and end up crashing to the floor after attempting an awkward handstand.
Nothing is helping, and both Landon and River are supposed to arrive by noon. Even my softest sweater and lightest lounge pants don’t offer any reprieve for my delicate skin.
Finally, I give up and brew a cup of coffee.
I’ve done my best. At least I won’t smell like Heat pheromones, and my house smells like coffee.
This is fine.
But I’m an overheated, overstimulated wreck by the time my doorbell rings.
I expect to see both of them when I open up the door, but instead, I’m met with only Landon smiling at me. He’s dressed in his usual fitted white button up and dark jeans, polished but still casual.
There’s a bouquet of dark red roses in his hand.
“Hi,” he grins, showing off his dimples. Then, he holds out the roses for me. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
In my delirious state, I forgot what day it was.
I take the roses and my heart stutters.
Alpha cares for us!
I can’t remember the last time someone bought me roses.
Jason always said they were a waste of money.
“Thank you,” I murmur, unable to control my smile. “You didn’t have to do that.”
I bring the roses to my face and inhale. They’re divine.
