Moon: Captive Alphas by Wendy Rathbone

Author:Wendy Rathbone [Rathbone, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Kaydi

Getting Moon to talk even a little bit in the living room had been a small start.

I’d been taught all my life alphas were dangerous. But not toward omegas. Yet for breeding purposes, the beta society kept us apart.

This had to be okay. Natural and right. I kept telling myself this over and over even as I went back to my room and tried to get some sleep.

I knew all the mechanics of insemination and pregnancy. I understood my body when it went into heat, how I’d become aroused so heavily my mind was lost in a flutter of sensation. Those were the only times, other than during insemination, that masturbation, both external and internal, was an acceptable behavior for omegas. Otherwise, we were to keep ourselves pure.

I was sure not every omega obeyed that constraint—how would anyone know unless they put cameras in omega bedrooms and showers? But with all my education, I couldn’t imagine the actual sex act happening to me—to my body.

I lay under my covers and ran my hands up and down my pajama-clad thighs. My palm passed over my crotch, lightly sliding up. I spread my legs. I pushed one hand between my legs and felt myself, through the material—the curves of my ass, the crease there, and the pucker.

My pants were stretched too taut for me to brush over the pucker, but I could feel it there, the part of me as an omega that was a highly sensitive erogenous zone. Inside, I supposedly had areas of acute sexual sensitivity, hot spots for lack of a better term, places that wanted stimulation in addition to the prostate of all ordinary males. I had the prostate, too, but so much more.

It was easier for me to imagine the sex act in general than when applied specifically to me. It took two to tango, was the saying. But being with another so intimately—I couldn’t imagine it. Exposing myself. Letting down my guard. Being naked in ways that involved more than just skin.

It would happen. And that other person it would happen with would be Moon.

I stopped touching myself and lay very still trying not to think. After a while, I raised one hand to my mouth and started biting my fingernails—an old childhood habit—as I worried the problem.

At least he was handsome. I could start there and work my way through.

He was handsome. I kept saying it in my mind. It didn’t help my nerves at all. There was only an empty sort of feeling at that observation. I needed more than good looks to get me through my heat without my nervousness making me do everything wrong, making me a fuck up.

So many things were missing between us.

Trust. That was a biggie.

Compatibility. Well, I figure we’d find out the hard way if we had it or not when he came into my bed. By then if things didn’t work, well, it’d be too late.

Friendship. We had not had any time to build that. So we were screwed in that arena.

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