Omega, Suppressed

by Leann Ryans

  Caught between the knot she could feel beginning to swell, and his rough finger, she whimpered and began to thrash, trying to escape the intense sensations. Whining, her lower lips stretched past the point of comfort as he continued to plunge his cock in and out of her pussy.

  With a rough tug on her hair, Luke growled.

  “Now, Shailyn. Come,” as he gave a hard thrust and locked his knot inside of her.

  Screaming as the orgasm ripped through her, Shailyn felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, his cock pulsing inside her pussy as he filled her with his seed. Collapsing to the bed, she was barely aware of his purr as he adjusted them until they were spooning in the center of her nest.

  18.

  It was a few days before her heat wore off enough for Shailyn to think about anything besides Luke, and her first thought was of the bakery.

  Lurching into a sitting position in the bed, she attempted to untangle herself from Luke and the sheets so she could get dressed and go assure her parents she was okay.

  Luke tightened his hold on her with a grumble.

  “Let go, I have to let my parents know I’m okay,” she said pushing at his arm.

  “They know. I told them you went into heat,” he mumbled into the pillow pressed to his face. “Now lay down and be still.”

  With a tug from him, Shailyn was lying down again.

  “No, I need to get to work. Mom can’t run the bakery alone,” she said still struggling to get away.

  A growl came from Luke’s chest as irritation pulse through the bond that had grown between them over the last few days.

  “They are fine. It’s handled. Now go back to sleep.”

  With a huff, she slipped out from under his arm. Sliding off the bed, Shailyn stood and glared down at Luke as he raised his head.

  “Just because you’re my mate now does not mean you can tell me what to do. I don’t want to go back to bed,” she said with her hands on her hips.

  Luke’s hand shot out before she could react and latched onto her wrist. Pulling her back onto the bed, he somehow maneuvered himself so he was kneeling over the backs of her thighs with his chest pressed against her back. Shailyn could feel his heavy erection resting against her ass, and a pulse of desire caused her core to clench.

  “Your heat is not over and you will not be leaving this house until it is. You also haven’t bathed or eaten in days, and while I enjoy smelling our fluids spread across your skin, I doubt that your parents will. So, first, I’m going to fuck you again until your attitude is more pleasing, then I will feed you, and we will bathe. If at that point you no longer reek of enough pheromones to drive a beta crazy, we can go to the bakery to see your parents,” he growled against her neck as his hips rocked, sliding his shaft through the valley between her cheeks.

  Shailyn moaned as she got lost in the memory of what he could do to her with that cock, and she arched her back, presenting for her Alpha.

  It was the next morning before they left his house. He drove her father’s truck to the bakery, leaving it in the spot she had taken it from. Pulling her into his arms outside the back door, he gave her a lingering kiss.

  “I have to go check in with the guards. I’ll be here when the bakery closes to walk you home,” he whispered against her lips.

  “To your home?” Shailyn asked looking into his dark eyes.

  “To our home,” he said looking down at her with a smirk. “We’re mates now, what’s mine is yours. You should pack a few things to bring over until we can move all of your stuff.”

  Ducking her head to hide her smile, she peeked up at him from beneath her lashes before giving him another peck and disappearing into the bakery.

  When she first met him, she had never thought Luke would be the Alpha for her, but he had proven he was a strong Alpha, as well as a good man. They may not see eye to eye on everything, but with their bond to guide them, Shailyn knew that they would make a great team. With him being head of the guard, and the leader’s son, he was also in a position to help change the way they treated omegas and had already promised her that he would. Starting with getting regular shipments of suppressants into town.

  Though their beginning was rough, Shailyn was happy and couldn’t wait to see what changes they would make together. They had a good start at changing the way Alphas and omegas interacted, and hopefully, they could change the town for the better.

  Thanks

  Thank you so much for reading my story. This was the fourth book I wrote, and was the first time I ever had a word limit. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to stick to it, but the story wrapped itself up just in time!

  If you enjoyed this one, I have plenty more for you to choose from that range from dark and dirty, to sweet, while all staying within the omegaverse trope.

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  Hired for Heat

  1. Sandra

  Her heels clicked against the sky-blue tiles as she made her way to the receptionist’s desk at the back of the bright lobby. The desk was a large affair, made of glass and shiny metal. The dark-haired woman behind it looked like she had stepped off of the cover of a magazine, the picture of perfect customer service.

  Looking up, the generic greeting came from the receptionist’s ruby red lips.

  “Hello, welcome to The Haven. How can I help you?”

  “I have an appointment at two. Sandra Weanton.”

  Nodding, the woman consulted the computer screen on her desk before looking up to meet Sandra’s almond-shaped blue eyes again. “You’re all checked in. If you would please have a seat, Ms. Burrie will be with you in just a moment.”

  Sandra turned on her heel and walked over to one of the plush, cream-colored chairs scattered around the lobby. She was the only one there, which helped her relax slightly. Sitting, she crossed one ankle over the other and smoothed her skirt over her knees as she looked around the room. Three of the walls were solid windows overlooking landscaped gardens with bright pops of color from exotic flowers, while they painted the fourth leading into the rest of the building a blue to match the floor. It gave an impression a wide-open space while still being practical and maintaining a clean, professional feeling.

  The Haven was the top omega tending facility in the city, containing a wide selection of studs as well as luxurious accommodations. Sandra had never been to the facility before, but many of her peers had raved about it, and curiosity had gotten the best of her.

  She barely had time to settle and take in the room before the door behind the receptionist opened and a middle-aged woman dressed in plain scrubs the color of the wall stepped out. Sandra figured this must be Ms. Burrie and stood as the woman approached.

  “Hello, you must be Ms. Weanton. I’m Agnes Burrie,” the woman said as she held out a hand to Sandra. “I’ll be the one showing you around today and answering any of your questions. Are you ready to head back?”

  Taking the offered hand in her own, Sandra replied, “Yes, please,” and followed the woman to the door she had come through.

>   As they passed into the hallway behind the lobby the photos of smiling men hung along the walls momentarily distracted Sandra.

  “Would you prefer to see the accommodations or the selection first?” Ms. Burrie asked her.

  “The accommodations first would be fine.”

  “Certainly,” the woman responded as she directed her to the right at the end of the hall.

  Now that she was paying attention, Sandra could tell that the woman was a beta just like the receptionist had been. Betas didn’t emit a noticeable scent like Alphas and omegas did.

  As they passed a pair of women dressed in white pushing a cleaning cart, she began to wonder if all of the people that worked here were betas. It would make sense since it would make the clients feel more comfortable. A hormonal omega could attack another if she felt that she was being threatened.

  Turning down a second hallway, Ms. Burrie stopped at the first door and swiped a card through the reader on the right. Beeping, the door opened and she stepped inside, moving over to allow Sandra to enter behind her.

  “This is our standard room. They are all identical in layout and amenities. The bed is a king size, gel-top, twelve-inch foam mattress, and the sheets come in multiple colors. We also have a selection of fabrics to choose from for the duvet and pillows.”

  Reaching down next to the leg of the wooden bedframe, Ms. Burrie stood up with a black strap in her hand. “They built the restraint kit into the frame with reinforced straps tested up to four-hundred pounds. We bolt the bed to the floor for added stability. The table next to the bed here has a water dispenser built into it to be sure you stay hydrated with no need to leave the comfort of your nest.”

  Sandra found it a little strange that the bed sat in the middle of the room instead of against one wall, but she brushed it off as she continued to look around. Running her hand over the mattress to test its firmness, she let out a hum before crossing the charcoal grey carpeting to the door at the side of the room.

  “The bathroom through the door there has both a standing shower and a sunken tub that is large enough for four and has a reclining seat. The jets in it are adjustable with controls set into the top to be easy to reach. Different soaps and oils are available, as well as towels, inside the cabinet just behind the door.”

  Ms. Burrie continued on with her description of everything that made The Haven stand out among other tending facilities. Everything she mentioned had been in the brochure, but Sandra let her continue on.

  “If there is anything you would like to have in the room such as, extra pillows, a selection of fruits or sweets, we are happy to provide whatever it is. You can also bring anything with you that you would like to make yourself more comfortable, but we suggest being careful with your choices since there is a risk of it being damaged or forgotten. We do offer a cleaning service for anything that becomes soiled.”

  Sandra listened to the woman with half of her attention as she stepped back into the room. She noticed a larger table in the far corner and walked over to it, running a hand over the glossy wood.

  “That table is also guaranteed to hold up to eight-hundred pounds and has restraints that can pull out of the legs. It can move, but it’s rather heavy. The chaise lounge in the opposite corner is moveable as well with similar capabilities.”

  Humming, Sandra continued to look around. The walls were a dove grey and the lighting came from the ceiling, the entire thing glowing with a soft light.

  “Is the lighting adjustable?”

  “Of course, the controls are built into the wall here by the door as well as into the table beside the bed,” Ms. Burrie responded.

  Sandra gave a brisk nod and strode back to where the woman waited by the door.

  “Everything looks perfect. What about accessibility?”

  “Once you are inside, we monitor the pheromones in the air. Either when you call us, or when the pheromones reach a certain level, we bring your stud into the room and seal the door. It remains sealed until your pheromone levels have lowered back within a normal range unless you hit your emergency button. If that happens, security will enter the room and deal with the problem, but we have never had that happen,” she responded, closing the door behind them as they walked back into the hall.

  “The rooms are all soundproofed and monitored twenty-four seven by an AI system, so we maintain your privacy. The AI has extensive programing to register dangerous or unwanted situations. Your safety is our utmost priority.”

  Turning to face Sandra, Ms. Burrie clapped her hands together with a big smile on her face. “So now I’ll take you to the selection area.”

  2. Sandra

  Walking through a doorway at the end of yet another hall, they passed into a new section of the building. This area was far more clinical feeling, with white walls and flooring, and bright overhead lighting. There was no carpeting or photos on the walls to soften the utilitarian nature of it. Turning a corner, they came to the first cell.

  The wall facing the hallway was solid glass and the inside of the cell was painted a rich caramel brown with thick, matching rugs thrown on the tile floor. There was a twin-size bed against one wall and a desk against the other where a blonde Alpha sat working on something that he seemed to be very focused on. He was about average in size to other Alphas Sandra had seen, and the sight was slightly comical since he dwarfed the tiny desk and chair that he had been given.

  Ms. Burrie passed her a tablet that had the Alpha’s picture and stats listed on the screen.

  “We list the studs under the number on their cell. We try to avoid using names unless he gives it to you himself. If you see one that interests you, just tap on the number of his cell listed on the left-hand side of the screen. Each profile contains a current photo as well as height, weight, and other physical characteristics. There is a brief bio on each of them, and how they performed during their schooling. Any special aptitudes and interests will fall under the ‘Other’ section, and if we have used them for breeding in the past.”

  Nodding, Sandra scrolled through the Alpha’s information before looking back into the cell. The Alpha continued to work at his desk as if he had no idea he was being watched.

  “Can they see us?”

  “Not unless you want them to. It’s less disturbing for them and you can get a more accurate idea of how they are if they don’t know when they are being watched. If you decide you like one of them and would like to interact, I can make the glass transparent.”

  “I understand,” Sandra said.

  “Take as much time as you wish at each cell, and of course, you don’t have to decide right now about who you would like to select. Many of our clients come back multiple times before making their choice.”

  Studying the Alpha for a moment longer, Sandra began to make her way down the hall, staring into each cell. Each one was different, furnished with a variety of objects besides their bed. Some had desks like the first Alpha she had seen, while others had bookshelves, exercise equipment, or easels. Every Alpha was appealing and appeared healthy and content compared to the ones in the work-camps she had seen occasionally. It was obvious why Alphas tried so hard to be selected as a stud for The Haven.

  Continuing along the row of cells, she noticed another omega woman being shown around by a young woman in blue scrubs.

  “I know he is the one you have chosen in the past, but company policy doesn’t allow a client to use the same stud more than three times,” the employee was telling the woman.

  “I don’t understand why not. He already knows what I enjoy, and I am comfortable with him. I would like to speak with a manager,” the omega responded firmly before following the employee through a door leading back towards the front of the building.

  Curiosity overcoming her, Sandra turned to Ms. Burrie. “Why is it we can only use the same stud three times?”

  “Anything more than that seems to make the Alphas more likely to push their boundaries. They become too comfortable and can start to think that they can
manipulate the client into freeing them. We have found it’s safer not to allow anyone to grow too attached.”

  “What do you mean by free them?”

  “The Alphas here are stringently tested, as you know. They are the smartest, the best behaved, and the least likely to pose any threat, so if an omega decides that she wishes to bond with an Alpha, we release him from his contract with us and allowed to join in outside society again. Though The Haven is the most lucrative position an Alpha can hope to have while unbonded, a lot of them wish to bond and join society outside these walls.”

  Sandra’s eyebrows rose a bit in surprise at what the woman said. She knew of the mandates on Alphas but she hadn’t realized that they were essentially prisoners until an omega bonded with them.

  Tilting her head to the side a bit, her eyes narrowed in confusion. “How would someone know if they wanted to bond with an Alpha if you only allows them to be with them three times? That doesn’t seem like enough time to make that kind of decision.”

  “Oh, you can visit and spend time with the Alpha whenever you like in one of the meeting rooms, but they will not be allowed to tend you through more than three heats. Considering most omega’s cycles, that’s roughly a year. If you’re uncertain about him by then, it most likely isn’t a good match. Most of the omegas that come here choose a new partner each time unless they are looking to breed or find a mate,” Ms. Burrie told her.

  “I see.”

  Going back to checking each of the cells, Sandra was disappointed that none of the Alphas seemed to spark any desire in her. They were good-looking, and some were highly educated, but none of them sparked anything in her besides mild interest.

  Glancing at the numbers on the side of the tablet, she realized there was a section that she must have missed.

  “Is there another hall where these Alphas are? I didn’t see these numbers on any of the cells we passed.”

  Glancing at the numbers Sandra was pointing to, Ms. Burrie stiffened, and Sandra caught a strange look flit across her face as she glanced away.