Reality splits, and I’m back in my tidy little hotel room, tangled in white cotton sheets. A specter of that dream clings to my skin, the feeling of that warm water and a ghost of all-encompassing blue…
Weird fucking dream.
My body aches, throbbing from yesterday’s abuse. I roll over to check the time—then wince at the pressure on my fully hard cock. Well, not all the throbbing is pain.
It’s not like me to get distracted when I’m on a shoot. One of the side effects of long-term suppressant use is decreased libido. Works for me. The whole point is avoiding heat: that desperate, deranged state where omegas lose control of their bodies and beg for the closest alpha.
While most of my problems stem from stereotypes about omegas, the potential for heat is my own body betraying me.
I spent my early teen years dreading getting older, entering the start of that vague eighteen-to-twenty window during which an omega’s second puberty hits. I combed the omega forums. If there was a supplement or sketchy pill that promised to delay heat onset, I took it.
That’s how I found a clinical trial. I got my first dose shortly after my eighteenth birthday. It would’ve been sooner, but my mom refused to sign the paperwork.
I’ve never gone into heat—and I never will.
I still hit all the usual milestones in my relationships, just on my terms, not heat’s.
And that’s why I’ll probably handle this with a cold shower. That’s usually all it takes to clear the occasional morning wood. The glowing clock on my nightstand indicates it’s ten minutes before my alarm. Just enough time.
As I move to stand, a hard throb in my cock sends a wave of dizzy heat through my head. I can’t have this cropping back up later today—not in that skin-tight costume.
So I slide my hand under the waistband of my boxers.
Fuck, I’m sensitive.
Even the slightest touch feels incredibly, irresistiblygood.
I ease back my foreskin, and pre-cum already beads at my tip. At least I’ll be able to deal with this quickly. I kick off the duvet and wriggle out of my boxers.
It only takes a few strokes before heat coils at my base. Normally I’d need porn or a partner to get to this point, let alone so quickly. The pleasure is bright, intense, addictive. Hot pre-cum moves through me, spilling down my shaft, sending my back arching.
The peak catches me off-guard. I cum as hard as I ever have, hot streaks landing across my chest, cock dripping longer than I thought possible.
My heavy breathing finally evens as I melt back into the mattress. Holy shit. If this is how masturbating feels for other people, I guess I understand why they do it all the time.
I look down at my cum-streaked chest, then reach for a tissue and start wiping myself off.
Guess I’ll still be taking a cold shower after all.
With my hair still dripping,I gulp down my suppressant dose, then jog to catch up with the rest of the crew.
You learn how to make fast friends in this business. Though it’s only been a couple days, I’m already joking and riffing with the crew, learning where everyone’s from and how they got into film.
It’s a welcome distraction; motion sickness hits me with a vengeance, and I sip cool water to keep it at bay. It takes a while to clear once we get to the set, so I have a few salted crackers for breakfast.
The first shoot today is for a scene with Melinoë and her cronies, so Haley and I head over to the wardrobe trailer at the same time.
“Talk to me more about your process,” she says eagerly as we settle down side-by-side. “I love this angle for Melinoë. That little look back? Justperfect.”
I chuckle, holding my head still as Keysha pulls my hair back at the nape of my neck to prepare for the wig cap.
“My process was watching you and picking up on your energy, so I fear you’ll be the one with the answers.”
“Really? Because I was watching you! When you were practicing those jumps onto the boulder, so effortless andcool… I thought, okay, Melinoë knows she’s a bad bitch. She’s gotta walk like one.”
I chuckle. “I guess we make a good team, then.”
Haley beams. “I hope I’m not holding you back!”
