Heat Haven (Heat Haven Omegaverse, #1)(22)

I bite my lip. “No, I don’t think I want them here until my heat starts.”

“No problem, Ms. Collins. You get some rest and let us take care of everything else, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.”

I grab a heated blanket and some fuzzy socks, quickly covering my feet, and moan in relief. They are the lavender-infused kind. I find an outlet close to the bed and plug in the blanket. Wrapping myself up like a little burrito, I plop into the pile of pillows. I’m going to try and get as much sleep as possible before my heat completely takes over.





Chapter eight




I sit in the lobby, bouncing my knee vigorously. I hope they don’t keep me from Emily long. She seemed like she was on the verge of starting her heat. It took everything in me not to fuck her in the car, on the receptionist’s desk, or even in the fucking stairwell with how good she smelled. I honestly deserve a sticker with the amount of restraint I used today.

Another man joins me in the lobby. He has deep brown skin and is probably in his mid-twenties. His hair is shaved on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He looks just right around my height but with more of a runner's build. Sitting in the seat across from me, I catch a whiff of his citrusy scent. He is all Alpha.

It’s almost midnight at this point, so I highly doubt he is here for anyone else's heat but Emily’s. When I picture myself having to share, I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’m possessive of her, but I’m not egotistical enough to think that I alone can fulfill her needs during her heat.

The man sitting across from me extends his hand and I clasp it in mine, giving it a firm shake.

“Hey, I’m Dion.”

“Griffin.”

What the fuck else do you say in this situation. ‘Hey, I’m Griffin, did we both get memberships to this facility to fuck the same Omega, who I’m starting to have feelings for and don’t know how to cope with this situation.’ That doesn't seem like a normal thing to say.

“Are you here for Emily’s heat?” he asks me.

“Yes.” Why am I such a dick?

“She seems like a nice girl. Have you participated in a few heats before?”

“No, this is actually my first time. You?”

“Yeah, a few. It’s a good time, but I wish I vibed with one of the Omegas on a more personal level.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s fun. I enjoy myself, but it isn’t the same without the emotional connection. I know some Alphas couldn’t care either way, but I’ve found it's something that I need. Emily seems sweet though.”

“You’ve met?” He gives me a puzzled look. I guess I didn’t pay well enough attention at orientation.

“Yeah...you always have a face-to-face meeting with the Omega to see if you are a good fit. You didn’t meet with her before agreeing to be in her heat?”

“Uh, I did...it's a long story.”

Dion looks like he wants to ask me a million questions, but Tom the moderator comes into the waiting room greeting us.

“Gentlemen, if you can follow me.”

Tom leads us down a corridor and opens a door. The room reminds me of being sent to the principal's office in high school. Dion and I both take seats next to each other in the copper leather chairs.

“The final Alpha couldn’t make it on such short notice, but I’m sure he will come by at some point tomorrow. I just wanted to reiterate some rules and go over Emily’s hard limits so there is no confusion.” He taps away on his keyboard until he pulls up Emily’s file.

“First and foremost, there is to be no bonding at our facility. If it appears that is going to happen, we will remove you from the facility.” He looks at me pointedly. “We will ensure Ms. Collins’ safety as well as your own throughout the heat. If you feel uncomfortable, you are free to leave at any time, or you can reach out to your moderator. We also ask that you take care of your Omega, and if there is anything she needs to let us know.”

I clear my throat, “What about meals and hydration?”

“There is a fridge in the room with snacks she has specifically requested. We also have a cafeteria on level three. You can leave the nest or let your moderator know what you need, and we will provide it.”

“Great, thanks.”

I shift in my seat, slightly uncomfortable. I glance over at Dion, and he looks cool as a cucumber with not a care in the world.

“Onto Ms. Collins’ hard limits. If you do any of these things during her heat, you will be removed immediately and possibly lose your membership at Heat Haven.” He looks up at both of us like he is talking to a classroom of third graders. Yeah, asshole, we understand what hard limits are.

Tom clears his throat. “The following are not permitted during Ms. Collins’ heat: choking, water play, double vaginal or anal penetration. She does, however, permit double penetration of one penis inside of her vaginally and one rectally. Things that are on the table with limitations are impact play. The only areas you may strike are her thighs and behind and not hard enough to leave serious bruising. Things that she has listed as encouraged are bondage, degradation, and hair-pulling.” Part of me wants to laugh at this straight-laced dude explaining these things to me, but I somehow bottle it in.

I can’t imagine my sweet Emily wanting to be degraded, but the thought of calling her my little slut and then praising her for what a good job she is doing makes my cock stir.