NEVE
NEVE
An omega’s heat was nothing like I expected. Everything that I’d read, everything the media told me to expect, had pointed to a week of utter mindlessness where nothing else mattered than, putting it bluntly, getting my rocks off. Thinking of nothing else but being filled with alpha c**k and c*m, the need was ingrained into omegas at the cellular level.
It was like that… yet it wasn’t. Perhaps because I was a late presentation omega, I was mostly present for the entirety of my heat. It was just like my s*x drive had been ramped up to a thousand, and I couldn’t get enough of either of my alphas.
It lasted through three clear days. During those, we didn’t leave the nest for anything other than the shower or the bath, which often turn into another impromptu s*x marathon. My alph
