Herself

The sun had long since hidden itself and the clouds darkened, and dusk turned white. The scents of grass and dew camouflage the fragrant smell of the liquid soap that Oliva was rubbing into her skin in the shower. This brings him a nostalgic feeling for loving rainy days and especially rainy nights. He contemplates the web of lightning through the window. Raindrops run down the glass surface. The thunderstorm shakes the entire mansion, drowning out the sound of running water.

The scene was somewhat dramatic for bathing and soaking in all the sensations she'd had during the day, yet Oliva didn't feel that way. Even though she was tired from the hectic day, everything turned out successfully. She received her new appointment and immediately got to work, scared the superb vultures out of the meeting room and called the directors of each area to find out exactly where she was going to start.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I have a lot of work to do. If you need me, I'll be in my office. The phrase echoed in his memories making a smile grow amidst the steamy hot water. She held her head high the whole time, proud that she had kept her word and not once wavered.

When Oliva stopped in front of the president's door, holding the doorknob she calculated how life had taken an unexpected turn, she never imagined she would take the helm of Alphi&Enterprises, not even in such a fantastical parallel reality, even being Leonard Moore’s eldest daughter, she was aware that she was nothing more than a simple Omega. Then she opened the door and glimpsed the gleaming black marble floor, almost like a mirror, the dark brown leather upholstery, and state-of-the-art electronics. He had been there so many times to visit his father, but had never sat on the other side, it was a great responsibility.

She called Sophia on the intercom and asked them to issue an official memo as soon as possible about the new position and to get the gentlemen of the board to sign before they left, and some documents about the ins and outs of the last six months and the current plans. Yes, she knew it was a lot, it would take weeks before she understood everything, it was not going to be easy at all.

But her full day was not the problem... What was suffocating her was the lust growing inside her. By then she had given up fighting the rules of that contract, she couldn't stop in heat, but there it didn't say *with whom* she had to spend the hot and sinful nights. It would be the first time she would let her gene flow and she had no idea how her body would behave, although she already had clear signs of extremely high satisfying levels.

Oliva had been horny all day. But not just any excitement. It was so strong that it hurt even the rubbing of her legs as she walked, and she couldn't stand this burning in her intimacy any longer. She wondered if all Omegas always felt this way in heat, or if it was a consequence of having inhibited the natural cycle of her gene for more than eight years. She would be a victim of her own trap. The discomfort between his legs becomes more painful and a few drops of cold sweat run down his back. She leans on the wall and tries to breathe deeply to avoid succumbing to nausea and heat.

It would be impossible for an omega to sleep next to an alpha in this situation without him sniffing her, without him smelling the desperate desire for sex pulsing in her belly. So, she had to relieve herself before she had to lie under the same blankets on Matteo's side.

The hot running bath along with the sound of the rain created a morbid mood perfect for anyone to defile themselves with the sin of the flesh. Oliva let herself be guided by the delicious sensation of the water hitting her raw skin and shivering the back of her neck. He ran his fingers over her pink nipples that were already stiff, biting his lips to hold back a moan that wanted to escape his mouth. She spread her legs and ran her fingers lightly over her clit, feeling the pulsation and the slight tremors of pleasure spread through her vulnerable body. Her body was begging for a simple touch to explode in pleasure.

The young girl leaned against the wall and with no further modesty flexed her knees, lifted one of her legs off the edge of the empty bathtub, and spread her intimacy, playing with her wet entrance, both from the water and from her natural lubrication that was out of control these days. The waves of pleasure were growing inside him as he went back and forth with his hands, but no longer had the patience to take it easy, so he moved his hand frantically seeking his own apex.

Her body was still begging for more of the frantic rubbing of fingers over that sensitive area, so she removed her other hand from her breast, sat down on the edge of the tub and supported both legs, leaving them raised and open, totally exposed, just as she wanted. And again she took her hands down in a hurry, with one hand she continued the back and forth movements on her clit and with the other she penetrated her index finger starting a new slower rhythm.

"Aah, yeah. That's it." Her lips whispered to the wet walls of the bathroom from the steam.

And there in that very obscene position, her mind took her far away, to that damned dream. She remembered what it felt like to be tied up, the tape around her neck, holding her hands together. The hard slaps that burned her skin and at the same time made her skin rise, that she received from Matteo on her ass while he fucked her hard, she remembered the volume that filled her mouth, how Lian grabbed her hair and thrust his cock into her throat. Oliva closed her eyes tightly trying to relive exactly the sordid show that her fertile mind had created just for her.

Her moans became louder as she added another finger inside her. But it still doesn't relieve her, it just makes the arousal situation worse. She cannot help the excited whimper and strokes her fingers inside herself, hard and fast, without any effort to be discreet. The pain continues, no matter how hard she pushes her hand against the hot, soaked entrance. Even though she is almost whimpering, she does not stop the movements.

Oliva couldn't take it anymore, her parted lips were making her throat dry from the amount of air she was pulling into her lungs, the sounds coming out of her mouth were of desperation, begging for more, and she had only herself trapped in that cubicle with her own memories, imagination, and her hands that were not as efficient as Lian's. But beyond that, she was determined to end it; it wasn't possible that only an alpha could satisfy her.

"Aaaaaaah, yes. Like this!" She pleads almost screaming at herself not to stop when she finds the point where she was giving you the most pleasure.

The ecstasy exploded inside her flesh and in response, a muted scream. Oliva squirmed as she felt her cum dripping between her fingers, melting her legs, and continued with the movements trying to prolong the orgasm as much as she could by running her fingers lightly over her somewhat stiff and straining clit. It was a unique sensation. This was

more pleasure than she had ever felt before, and that was because she had no alpha in front of her to assist her dizzying libido.

She couldn't deny that she would need one to feel more of that. She wanted it.

For the first time she was experiencing the awakening of an annual heat with a willingness not to smother it.

When her body finally relaxed and her leg stopped shaking, Oliva stood up and quickly washed herself, she didn't want to be overwhelmed by these delicious sensations, she didn't want to become a slave to an orgasm yet. But it was the best orgasm she had ever had in her life, and that was because she hadn't even had sex with an alpha male. This period was dangerous for her personal laws, she didn't want to give reason to the ABO genes about the complementary sexes between alphas and omegas, she had always been against them and now... What would she do?

She spent too much time in the shower, as soon as the voluptuousness passed, she washed herself where she had soiled herself as on her crotch and thighs, and quickly turned off the shower. She put on a pair of simple pajamas with long, loose fitting pants and a sweater, and covered herself entirely. Not only that, but she definitely couldn't even trust herself sleeping next to an alpha-male hunter like Matteo the way she was. In fact, she couldn't trust any alpha male.

How could she live her life with this hell between her legs?

Oliva didn't want to ask herself so many questions that she didn't have the answers to. Her life was complicated enough to fall into a deep depression, and if she gave in, that's what would happen.

Even if she was momentarily satisfied, she knew it wouldn't last. Her body was showing signs that it needed a fucking alpha to fuck her, deep and hard, so that she could be satisfied and at peace.

She hesitantly came out of the bathroom and faced Matteo. His asshole face planted full satisfaction even after she hadn't exchanged a word with him after that tension, he set up in the office earlier, and after the appointment, properly disposed to leave so as not to get in the way of her concentration at work. He was lying relaxed on the bed with both hands behind his head, his breathing was a bit ragged, but he knew how to disguise it well when he realized that Oliva was present in the room.

I couldn't tell you how many times during the day she yelled at her father, profaning him in her spirit for over-detailing and over-regulating even her intimacy in a stupid contract. The stupidest rule was that she had to be in bed with her husband at 10 pm. And now it was exactly ten o'clock at night, she turned off the bedroom light and slipped under the thick covers, covering herself up to her head. The light on Matteo's lamp was on, and she heard smug laughter from him.

"You took your time in the shower..." He says in a soft, humored voice. "There was a moment I wondered if you weren't in trouble and needed my help." He suggests as if on cue, melodious.

"I'd rather die than have to need you for anything in my life Matteo. " She utters short and thick. Having accepted her future was not the same as living it. He didn't know how to deal with Matteo who had once been his friend, with that provocative manner he incorporated every time they were alone.

Didn't he feel guilty that he was trying to get his own brother's girlfriend? By now Lian should have told her, although it has no effect, Matteo needs to know who Oliva's heart belongs to.

She hears a disingenuous laugh.

"Don't worry Oliva." He moves on the bed, and she realizes that he has turned off the lampshade light. Matteo lies down on the opposite side of the girl facing her back and had distance between their two bodies, "I will only help when you plead."