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Sophia had been tossing and turning in her bed for what felt like an eternity, thirty minutes, maybe more. Preheat gripped her like a vice, her heat just two days away, leaving her moody, uncomfortable, and achingly horny. She tried to nap, but her nest, piled high with fluffy pillows, soft blankets, some of her own clothes, and a few stolen items from Manon, felt like the most irritating thing on earth. Irony at its finest, since it should have been her sanctuary.
She snatched one of Manon's shirts from the pile, burying her nose in the fabric. The alpha's scent hit her hard, sharp citrus laced with warm honey. It soothed her frayed nerves instantly, but it also ignited something deeper, a raw want that pooled low in her belly. Her core throbbed, demanding release. Unable to fight it anymore, Sophia slipped her hand into the waistband of her panties, fingers circling her slick folds as she inhaled deeply. She imagined Manon's strong hands roaming her body, pinning her down, making her feel utterly claimed and good.
Her breaths came in short gasps, hips bucking against her touch as she chased the fantasy. But it wasn't enough. She needed the real thing, the alpha herself. Throwing off the covers, Sophia stumbled out of her room toward Daniela and Manon's shared room. The door was open, and inside, Daniela lounged on her bed, scrolling through her phone, utterly indifferent to the omega's disheveled state.
Sophia burst in. "Where's Manon?"
Daniela glanced up, eyebrow arched. "Wow, not even a 'good afternoon'?"
"I'm sorry, Dani, but where's Manon?"
"She went out."
"Oh."
Sophia didn't elaborate. Instead, she beelined for Manon's closet, yanking out shirts, pants, and boxers, tossing them onto the alpha's pristine bed. Her body moved on autopilot, driven by the primal urge to surround herself with that intoxicating citrus-honey aroma. She layered the clothes, building a makeshift nest right there, the scents mingling and overwhelming her senses.
Dani watched, confusion etching her features. "You know Manon would be mad if you did that. She's super particular about her clothes and her bed. Kinda hypocritical, though, she borrows mine all the time."
Sophia ignored her, too lost in the haze to respond. Dani shrugged and slipped out, muttering something about catching a movie with Megan.
Hours blurred by. Sophia curled into the nest on Manon's bed, her hands wandering again between her thighs. She clutched a pair of Manon's boxers to her face, inhaling deeply as her fingers plunged into her dripping pussy, stroking her clit with frantic need. Moans escaped her lips, muffled by the fabric, her body arching as she pictured Manon above her, cock hard and ready to fill her up.
The door creaked open. Manon stepped in, expecting her tidy room, but the air hit her like a wall, thick with the omega's heat scent, sweet and fertile, begging to be claimed. She froze, nostrils flaring, her own citrus-honey musk sharpening with arousal. Muffled moans drew her eyes to the bed, where Sophia writhed, oblivious, fingers buried deep inside herself.
It took every shred of Manon's control not to strip and pounce. She watched, transfixed, her cock straining against her pants as the omega's body trembled, slick coating her thighs. Finally, voice strained and rough, she spoke. "Soph?"
Sophia's eyes snapped open, cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn't stop, couldn't, with Manon's scent flooding the room stronger than ever. Then reality crashed in. She yanked her hand free, panting. "Manon!"
The alpha's face twisted in apology, eyes wide with regret. "Shit, Soph, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to watch. I'll leave..."
"No! Manu, please stay... I need you so bad." Sophia's voice cracked, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire.
Manon hesitated, but another whimper from the omega, clutching those boxers like a lifeline, snapped her restraint. The image of Sophia touching herself surrounded by her scent, fantasizing about her, made Manon's cock twitch painfully, pre-cum leaking into her underwear. "Manon, please... need you so bad," Sophia begged, legs parting instinctively.
Manon's body betrayed her, moving on instinct. She wanted to fuck the omega senseless, breed her full, claim every inch. Her scent thickened the air, lust heavy and dominant. Sophia's skin burned hot under her touch as the omega grabbed Manon's shirt, yanking her down into a desperate kiss. Tongues tangled, Sophia grinding her soaked pussy against the alpha's bulging erection, whimpering into her mouth.
Manon broke the kiss, growling low. She shoved Sophia's thighs wider, diving in with her tongue first, lapping at the omega's folds, sucking her clit hard. Sophia bucked, fingers twisting in Manon's hair, cries echoing as the alpha's fingers joined, two thick digits pumping deep into her clenching heat. "Fuck, you taste so good," Manon murmured against her skin, her scent enveloping them both, driving Sophia wild.
The omega shattered, pussy spasming around Manon's fingers, slick gushing onto her tongue. But Manon wasn't done. She stripped swiftly, cock springing free, thick, veined, and leaking. Positioning herself above Sophia, she paused, eyes locked on the omega's. "This okay? Tell me you want it."
Sophia nodded frantically, whimpering at the blunt head nudging her entrance. "Yes, please, fuck me, Manon."
Manon thrust in, burying her cock to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Sophia's walls gripped her tight, hot and slick, pulling her deeper. They moved together, Manon's hips snapping forward, pounding into the omega's pussy with relentless force. Sophia begged, voice breaking: "Breed me, alpha.....need you to fill me up, mark me as yours!"
The words nearly undid Manon. Her knot swelled at the base, locking them together as she came, hot spurts of cum flooding Sophia's womb. She rutted through it, grinding deep, but sheer willpower kept her teeth from sinking into the omega's neck, and marking her. Sophia climaxed again, milking every drop, her body shuddering in bliss.
When Sophia woke, her heat had ebbed for the moment, leaving her sated but not fully quenched. The nest was a mess around her, Manon's clothes tangled with her own. But the alpha was gone. A pang tugged at her chest, eyes prickling with unexpected tears. Why wasn't Manon here? Did she regret it?
The door opened, and Manon slipped in, arms laden with snacks, drinks, and a bottle of water. "Oh, you're awake. You should really eat something, Soph..."
Sophia's glassy eyes met hers, a sniffle escaping. Manon's face fell. "What's wrong? Were you about to cry? I'm sorry—did I do something? You were in heat, you asked me to... I knew I shouldn't have. Did I hurt you? Are you okay? I took advantage of you. I'm a terrible person......"
Sophia cut her off with a passionate kiss, pulling Manon down onto the bed. She tasted the alpha's worry, soothing it with her tongue. Breaking away, she whispered, "You didn't take advantage of me, Manon. And thank you for helping with my heat."
Manon's cheeks flushed deep red. "Oh, it's no problem. I'm always happy to help."
Sophia bit her lip, heat stirring again. "You know my heat's not over yet..."
The alpha chuckled, low and warm. "Well, you have to eat first. Then I'd be more than happy to help."
Sophia pouted playfully. "Well, you have to feed me, though."
"Alright, Soph. I'll feed you." Manon grinned, settling in with the snacks.