I woke gasping to dawn light stabbing my eyes through the windows, body sticky-slick... or semen as I am an alpha—whatever, under tangled cream duvet—thighs and sheets drenched in my own creamy cum, slick cooled crusty between folds, my own scent cloying thick in the air.
The vibrator buzzed insistent against my tongue, the swollen part nudging throat raw; I fumbled it off with numb fingers, pulling free with a wet schlick, purple silicone glossy from mouth and core. Lips throbbed swollen bee-stung, jaw aching deep from desperate bobs; eyes puffed red-rimmed from crying? Tears streaking pillow damp—when?
What happened last night?
My memories blurred thick fog, head pounding as I stared at the purple vibrator limp on soaked sheets—didn't I buy this knot-veined beast to tease omegas with, stretch them begging on my command? Why the fuck did I shove it deep in my own dripping core, suck it worship-slut? I'm a goddamn alpha—I am not an omega!
What the hell happened?
