He shouldn’t have asked Faria to share his heat. The beta had been good to him. He gave him the perfect job. He’d worked for him for a whole month, and he’d shown him nothing but kindness. He didn’t look at him like other betas or alphas did. He didn’t see an anomaly, he saw an omega who worked hard and tried to make his way in the world. He even complimented him on that – he said he wasn’t like other omegas. He worked for what he wanted.
That compliment must have gone to his head because Mac asked him for the stupidest thing ever.
Fuck.
Mac bit his bottom lip as his heat pressed down on him. He roughly pulled his clothes on. He should get out of there while he was still in control of himself. He took a deep breath and pulled the door open. Faria was already dressed and waiting for him.
“Please, don’t quit. You’re the best spirit mixer I’ve ever had. My leisure room has grown since you came on. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Promise me you won’t leave because I couldn’t...” he trailed off.
Mac laughed. “I won’t leave. I like my job. Thank you for trying to help me. But I think we’ll remain friends, yeah?”
Faria nodded. “Yeah. I would like that. What are you going to do? I can find out if one of my alpha friends can’t help you.”
“No. I’ll be fine. I’ll go to my place and take care of everything the way I should have done. I just thought...” Mac shrugged. He should have known better; he couldn’t be with a beta or alpha no matter how much he craved it. The sooner he accepted it, the better. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
“I’ll send some food for you.”
“Thank you. I’d appreciate that,” Mac said.
He made his way home, a few buildings away. His home wasn’t much, but it was his. He’d been lucky to find it. The alpha who owned it didn’t mind that he was an omega. He only cared about the credit he paid him. Mac dreamed of owning his own house one day, but that came with making more credit.
One day, he thought.
Mac pressed his thumb on the lock pad. A clicking sound filled the silence as the door opened. He walked inside, slammed the door shut, and rushed to his bedroom. Going to his knees, he reached for the box containing his pleasuring bots from beneath the bed.
Mac laid them on the bed and took off his clothes.
Fuck, he was burning.
He reached for the phallus pleasuring bot - squeezing the thick rod. He imagined a handsome alpha touching him.
Mac muffled a moan.
Liquid dripped from his hole as he squatted low. He pushed a tiny button on the phallus and placed it on the floor. A sucking sound filled the room. Mac pulled on it to make sure it was secure. The bot felt warm and silky soft in his hand.
Mac wished things had worked out with Faria. His cock was big and thick – well, thick and glorious before Mac took off his clothes, and everything went to shit.
Don’t think about it.
Mac focused on his faceless alpha – his scent and his overwhelming presence. He wanted an alpha bigger than him, someone powerful enough to hold him down and fuck him into the mattress. Mac moaned as he imagined the feel of his thick cock, sinking into his dripping hole.
He sank onto the phallus, arching his back as he took it deeper – but its thickness made it a little hard to move...just the way he liked it. Pain and pleasure mingled inside him, creating something delicious. He loved the bite of pain - that extra zing that would linger long after the alpha was gone because he knew it wouldn’t happen again.
Fuck, he mumbled as the rod filled him just right. He rocked his hips fucking himself on it. He wished he could find an alpha who would want to fuck him. But where? Where would he find him?
He closed his eyes, loving the tight stretch.
It felt so good.
He rocked harder, pushing the phallus deeper with his other hand. In no time, he was coming. Mac moaned, dropping to his knees as his heat subsided.
Soon things would grow intense, and it would be hard for him to reach an orgasm because his body yearned for the real thing.
Get used to it.
Mac pushed to his feet. He turned off the pleasuring bot and walked to the washroom to get it cleaned. Done, he returned to his bedroom and prepared his bed for his heat. He mounted the automated pleasuring bot on the bed and set the other items he might need close.
He moved to the cooking station to prepare food. Even though Faria said he’d bring him some, Mac prepared himself something just in case. He knew Faria was trustworthy, but life taught him to rely on himself. To make things happen for himself. He wasn’t a typical omega that everyone wanted to help. He had to work hard to get the things other omegas got for free.