Page 53 of Dark Revolution

Chapter 18

Annora

Staring out of my nest,I watch the numbers on the wall clock go by. It’s been over an hour since Jaxxon left, and I’ve put my nest to rights, for tonight at least. The needs seem to change daily, but for now, it’s a comforting cocoon that envelops me in his scent.

I try not to reach out to him through our bond for fear of distracting him, but every now and then, I follow the spiderwebs and bask in the strength and warmth he exudes. I know why he has to work, and I don’t like it, but as his omega, I must accept it. Leaving my nest, I walk into the living space and do my normal circuit around the furniture. It’s a miracle I haven’t worn a path into the carpet by now.

Would I feel this restless, this caged in, if I were a beta? Probably not. Knowing me, I’d still be working at Hungry Desires, the same club Jaxxon’s at right now. Forcing down the ebb of jealousy as it rises to the top, I turn my mind to other things. What keeps popping in, however, are those blasted pills. Would it really be so bad if I snuck out and found The Purveyor? He must be nearby.

Knowing all the various people between him and me, someone would probably tell Jaxxon. As much as I’ve loved our depraved sexual games, I don’t enjoy the idea of actual punishment from him. Since that night when he blacked out, I haven’t given him cause to be upset with me, and we’ve slipped into a nice rhythm. Until now, I didn’t realize how much I could crave a man, much less the carnal, animalistic things he did to my body.

I reach around and rub my ass, wincing at the bloom of pain. Sitting is still a little sore, but with that discomfort comes a resurgence of heat and desire. I pace again, my eyes drifting up to the clock in this room. Only five minutes have passed. He’s allowed me full access to the datacom so that I can educate myself on all things omega, but that’s the only thing to occupy me.

There’s only so much cooking, cleaning, and fussing about I can do. Even when it was just Karis and me, both my job and looking after her were more than enough to keep me occupied. Hell, even sneaking away to the bathroom and pleasuring myself several times a night only took up so much time. Each time I release, the guilt makes it almost not worth it again.

The problem is, I can’t resist. In the last several days, my appetite for pleasure has become almost more than I can handle. I want so desperately to confide in Jaxxon, but based on the research I’ve done, it’s a sure indicator that I’m approaching estrus - the one thing I’ve dreaded since reverting back to my base dynamic.

I know him. He’ll be over the moon, ready to impregnate me, and while I want a child of my own so badly I can taste it, the idea of being out of control while we rut like animals has my insides twisting until I’m queasy. Then again, that could be the start of estrus too. Running to the bathroom, I pull open the drawer and yank out an internal temperature measurer.

Though I’ve repeatedly asked Jaxxon for a heat measurer that goes under the tongue, he insists this old-fashioned method is far more reliable. Looking at the tapered end as it goes from small to bulbous, I swallow, looking up at my reflection in the mirror. I can do this. I’ve watched videos on how it’s done.

However, the arousal that flooded my system as I watched exactly how they used it was something that I didn’t expect. Jaxxon seems to be avoiding my back entrance, and that’s more than okay with me, but I don’t want this stupid heat measurer to be the first thing that invades there.

Perhaps I should wait until Jaxxon gets back. Knowing him, he’d take away the awkwardness and make it something pleasurable. Who the fuck am I kidding? I’ve seen the way his cock bobs when I get embarrassed. He probably won’t stop until I’ve begged him to pleasure me with it. No. It would be much better to do it myself.

Slipping out the small package of lubricant, I sniff at the jelly liquid, revolted at the vile smell coming off of it. Maybe it went bad? Taking the heat measurer with me into the living area, I pull up another video, looking for a different method of lubricating it. Before long, one video turns into two, which turns into five, all of them going down a sexual rabbit hole I didn’t know existed on these public channels.

Would others be able to tell what I’m watching? Glancing about, I pull the screen closer, as if that will somehow conceal my actions. The Alpha on the screen growls over his omega, who promptly spreads her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. He takes the heat measurer and glides it along her slick folds drawing out moans and groans as she thrashes about.

Tilting my head, I watch, dumbstruck, mimicking his movements as best I can. For an informational video, it’s far more graphic than I expected. I draw the tip down, and it nudges my pleasure area, and my groans match the omega on the screen. Slamming my hand over my mouth, I squelch the lurid sounds I’m producing as I perform on myself the same actions as the Alpha.

No doubt if Jaxxon were doing it instead of me, it would feel even better. That thought alone, though, sends a shaft of guilt through me. I’m supposed to be taking my temperature, not getting turned on. It doesn’t matter that the omega in the video has her Alpha there. Once again, I’m succumbing to my baser urges, and I detest what I’m becoming.

Soon, the Alpha slips the tip in, and I follow suit, the thin taper not even coming close to Jaxxon’s size. It’s big enough, though, that it gives me some sensation as my core flutters about the intrusion, gripping it as tight as it can. He slides it in and out, fucking her as she bucks up against it. Either her Alpha is tiny, or she’s putting on a good show for the camera because no matter how hard I thrust inside of me, it’s just like my fingers.

It’s enough to help me get there, but in no way is it a good substitute. Finally, after getting the tip nice and wet, he slides it into her bottom hole. The omega jerks her hips away, drawing herself away from the intrusion, and the Alpha smacks her pussy lips, sending phantom tendrils of pleasure through my own. Jaxxon often smacks me just like that.

Though it’s nice to see that I’m not the only one, there’s a smidgen of sadness that laces that idea since I thought what he and I had was unique. With no Alpha to smack my pussy, I can’t even pretend to put up a fight. Gliding my hands down to help guide the tip in, I lie back and breathe deeply through my nose, tensing as the tip prods my back entrance.

I’m trying to work up the nerve when the door flies open, and Jaxxon walks in, eyes black as the True Night, as he watches me on the couch. “I felt your arousal woman, what in the hell are you doing?”

“I - I.” The heat measurer drops onto the floor as I gesture to the screen. Jaxxon walks around the table, and his jaw drops as he watches the Alpha defiling her bottom hole over and over, never pausing long enough to take a proper measure. I’m not sure I understand the method, but if it works, it works.

“Why is my omega watching trash and getting herself off while I’m hard at work, slaving away for the betterment of our future?”

“I wanted to take my temperature,” I stammer out, desperate to turn off the screen. Perhaps I should have listened to my gut when it said this video was far too graphic to be purely educational. “The jelly smelled off, so I was trying to watch a video on how to take it without it. There were a few, but this is the only one that seemed to use something we have readily on hand...me.”

He stands there, jaw slack for several minutes. Heat surges up to my face as he tips his head back and laughs for a good long while until tears are dripping down his cheeks. “It was supposed to be an educational video….” I trail off as the laughter starts up again.

Doubling over, he holds out his hand, and I reach for the datacom. “No, wench, the measurer. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. To your nest, you insatiable minx.” I turn, and he swats my ass, sending a stinging glow through my body. I settle in and bring my legs up, just like the omega in the video did, but Jaxxon shakes his head.

“I want you on all fours, like when I punish this naughty ass of yours.” My heart plummets, and before I can stop it, my anxiety jangles our bond. Chuckling, he reaches out and caresses my face. “I’m not punishing you. I just think you’ll like this position better. Now do as I say, or it will turn into a punishment.”

Turning, I get on all fours and bury my face in the nest. Mortification fills me as Jaxxon skims his fingers over my lips, finding me wet and achy. I was hoping to hide the evidence of my arousal before he got home, but he either left early, or I misjudged the time.

“Look at you, all wet for me. Or is it for that Alpha you were watching?” I remain silent, thoughts falling through my brain like water through a sieve as he strums his fingers over my pleasure spot. Pulling back, he smacks my lips hard, jolting me forward. “Answer me, omega.”

“You, my Lord Alpha. Always you.”