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My heat cycle has always been a concerning matter. Not just because, as a pure omega, my body demands to conceive. My heat has always brought me trouble, from drenching entire rooms in my pheromones to careless moments that nearly ended in pregnancy. Being a pure omega, suppressants have virtually zero effect on me.
I’ve been with alphas in this state of intoxication, out of pure, absolute necessity. I didn't like a single one of them, not in the slightest. Many times they took advantage of my vulnerability too, nothing new coming from an alpha. During those exact times, I ran the risk of getting pregnant, but thank God they never managed to knot me.
For some reason, ever since I met Erling, my heats became less frequent and suppressants actually worked. It was still torturous, but since I felt no attraction toward any alpha's pheromones and had no provocation whatsoever, it subsided quickly. Now, I understand the reason behind all of it.
It had been years since I last went through a pure omega's regular heat cycle, and that was alarming. I no longer knew how my body might react, not only because it was induced by my destined mate, but because he was right there. Dangerously close. The match is in three days; one way or another, I'll have to handle this without making a scene.
At this point, it was just a fever, so I thought about buying suppressants. I left the room to head to the convenience store, but that's where I ran into him. He was walking past with some teammates; looked like they were headed to training. I tried to ignore him, but he looked at me with those hard to read eyes and winked as if he were trying to flirt with me. I kept walking down the hallway, but it threw me completely off balance. I started imagining how he would tame my heat in the dirtiest way possible, but before those intrusive thoughts went any further, I forced myself to think of something else. Though my chest had already begun to burn even harder. My heat was about to escalate.
The first thing I should have avoided was any form of contact with that man, but he caught me off guard. I barely made it to the store. I walked out with the strongest suppressants I could find, determined to completely ignore Erling Haaland's existence.
I got back to the hotel and went straight to my room. The suppressants seemed to be taking effect, so I calmed down. My team had practice too, but I claimed I wasn't feeling well so I wouldn't have to go. It was a serious move, since I was already raising suspicions beforehand. But I wasn't going to risk getting caught. An omega in heat can only think about one thing, and it's obvious what that is. Distracting myself from those thoughts was far from easy, but I had to do it.
Hours passed, and my body was betraying me. My chest kept burning, not to mention my scent gland, mostly thanks to my intrusive thoughts. But the situation I had experienced earlier had also left me bewildered. I mean... An alpha exercising self control? And not just any alpha, a DOMINANT alpha??? That belonged in a tv show. Honestly, I didn't think the concept of self-control existed for an alpha in rut, but maybe the idea was so foreign to me because I, as an omega, can't manage it either. And to top it off, with his destined mate. By now, with any other alpha, I'd already have two pups and be expecting a third.
That's perhaps what, in a way, under certain circumstances, and after everything that's happened, I actually like about him. It's striking how much he's thought about my career, more than I've thought about it myself. After all, how many times have I called him a coward for not wanting to do it with me? I'm not someone who considers consequences, especially when it comes to something I want so badly. Maybe I was wrong to judge him, and maybe I'm the one acting like an alpha this time. But nothing justifies him being with that damn omega.
Honestly, I would have preferred him hurting me, marking me where everyone could see, leaving me unable to walk. I don't think it could hurt any more if my secret got out. I had already lived through the worst pain an omega could face. I didn't realize how much I liked him until I saw that scene. Back in Dortmund, I used to think what I felt for him was purely sexual desire. But in all these years, I never stopped thinking about him. I wonder if he thought about me too...
I briefly recalled that scene, him kneeling in front of me, desperate, telling me how much he wanted me. An impulsive urge drove me out of bed to search for the shirt I wore that day, the one he had clung to so desperately. The scent of his pheromones was vivid, strong, and more intoxicating than usual. My breathing grew ragged, and my skin burned hotter by the second. My heat was climbing unconsciously.
I lay back down on the bed, sliding one hand between my legs while the other pressed the shirt against my face. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew no matter how much I did, it wouldn't satisfy me. I am so fucked. My self control wasn't going to last, and once an idea gets into my head, it's hard to get it out. So with the little sanity I had left, I went to the field where he was training. He had to help me. It was his fault I was like this.
I arrived and snuck in through the back, just like last time. But this time, several players were there. They all gave me strange looks. I was about to tell them I was just visiting someone, but before I could open my mouth, someone dragged me into the restroom.
No need to guess who. He shoved me against the wall and locked the door. He glared at me with an angry expression, demanding an explanation.
—This isn't Dortmund, Jude. Every alpha here is dominant. What is my fucking omega in heat doing in a place full of alphas?
His words sent a surge of heat through me, so much that I couldn't even look him in the face. But he lifted my chin so I'd look him in the eye. Even then, I couldn't do it. If he kept provoking me, I was going to lose control.
—I came... for you. I need you to help me...
—And your best idea was coming to the field? What if you get caught? What would've happened to you if I hadn't been in the locker rooms, huh?
—I... I didn't think about it.
—You can't just do whatever the fuck you-
I didn't even let him finish before throwing myself at him. My arms wrapped around his neck while both his hands clamped onto my waist. Our lips locked together seamlessly, as if they belonged to one another. I slid my tongue into his mouth teasingly, sucking and pulling at his tentatively. His response was far more brutal than I anticipated.
He pulled my waist flush against his body, leaving zero space between us. With one hand securing my waist and the other pulling my hair, he took complete control over the kiss. His tongue grew shameless, thrusting deep down my throat provocatively. I felt like I was choking, but it only turned me on more. Nothing else mattered, I just wanted to satisfy my alpha.
—Haaland... do it, I want you to... ngh.
—If I do, you won't be able to...
—I'm telling you to do it... you said you'd do whatever I told you to.
—But you're not thinking clearly, Jude.
—Are you going to keep being a coward? What kind of alpha are you...?
It was a battle of who could interrupt whom more. But he didn't take it well at all when I called him that again. He let out a dark chuckle while gripping my face tighter, and the air quickly grew thick and intoxicating. He was using his pheromones.
—Jude, don't forget who the alpha is here. Don't push it.
The bastard was using his alpha voice. My legs immediately began to tremble and grow slick. I couldn't resist.
—If it weren't for this fucking circus, I would've given you twins already. That's what you don't get, Jude. You think I held back out of cowardice? Hah. I would've fucked you until you couldn't walk. Until you were crying and begging me to stop. Until I filled you completely with my cum. I want to give you pups, Jude. But that's not your dream, it's mine.
I didn't have time to be shocked. My entrance was overflowing with slick, and my lower belly was about to burst. I needed him inside me. I could swear there were hearts floating in my dilated pupils.
—I thought about helping you out, but what you said pissed me off. Now you’ve gotta work to please me.
I knew this arrogant bastard was only pretending not to have this cocky side. Now I remembered why I hated him.
—On your knees.
Fuck. I couldn't stop myself from dropping to my knees right then. An omega cannot ignore an alpha's command. He stroked my face with one hand while using the other to pull out his erect cock. The moment it came fully out, I knew it would make me cry. But I couldn't help craving it. The size, how thick and veiny it was it made me shudder. It was such a deep shade of pink it looked almost red.
He let it drop against my face, sliding it up and down. If he wanted to torture me, he was succeeding. My legs pressed tightly together in a mix of hatred and burning desire. I couldn't hold back the pathetic whimpers choking me. He started rubbing his head over my plump lips, and my mouth parted involuntarily. He stroked the back of my neck right on the erogenous spot that made my eyelids flutter. And without warning, he shoved half his length into my mouth, brushing against my throat. He held the back of my head firmly while growling.
A tear rolled down my cheek as my eyes nearly rolled back. My body lost all strength, fully subdued under his command. He tasted the tightness of my throat before starting to move slowly, as if making room inside. Sometimes angling it to one side, where it bulged visibly against the outside of my mouth, pushing hard against my cheek. The pleasure was vivid, so intense my head was throbbing.
—Good boy, Jude.
He said right before driving his entire length down my throat, forcing an obscene gagging sound from me. My head was pushed back along with my legs. My eyes rolled back and turned glassy, right on the edge of collapsing. His length throbbed against the walls of my throat; I could feel every single one of his swollen veins. The pleasure was so blinding I didn't care about anything anymore, he could do whatever he wanted with my body.
He pulled his cock out only to plunge it back in immediately after, in a steady, non brutal rhythm. Tears streamed down my cheeks with every thrust. All I could think about was the things he would do to me with that sweet length. For a moment, I even wished I were a beta, just so he could fill me with his cum as much as he wanted. His thrusts began to pick up power as he repeated my name between gasps and growls. He seemed on the verge of climaxing. After driving deep inside for a while, he stopped holding my head, instead pinning me flat against the wall. He began thrusting his hips wildly, driving his cock into the very back of my throat. He held my head with both hands, and my eyes went completely blank.
After a few forceful thrusts, he gave one final plunge, driving his cock into the deepest part of my throat and cumming inside. His cum kept pouring out, and his hips pressed tightly against my face as if he didn't want to waste a single drop. I came right then too, leaving my pants even wetter than they already were. I ended up swallowing the semen choking me, and as much as I hate to admit it, its sweet taste drove me wild.
He pulled my head back, drawing his entire length out of my throat in one smooth motion. Threads of saliva mixed with his cum dripped from my mouth and from the tip of his head. He lifted me with both arms so I was right in front of him, supporting my weight because he knew I had no strength left. He ran his fingers over my wet lips, looking at me with satisfaction. Then he began stroking the back of my neck, moving lower and lower, as if searching for the perfect spot.
My head tilted to the side instinctively. Once he found the precise spot where the mark wouldn't show, he sank his teeth into my skin. I moaned with satisfaction as goosebumps broke out over my skin and the burning in my chest vanished. I felt cold drops of blood trail down my spine, and the pheromones wrapping around my body were pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I thought it would hurt more, considering it was my first time being marked by an alpha.
He kissed me right over the mark as if comforting me, then worked his way up my neck to my lips. Our lips met, blending the sweet, intoxicating taste of his cum with the metallic tang of my blood.
By the next day, my heat seemed to have settled down. I couldn't sleep that night thinking about what had happened, the way he stroked me, his hands clamped on my waist, the taste of his cum, the filthy, shameless things he said to me. It was suffocating that he made me suppress my instincts. Maybe now I understood better what would happen if I let myself go. And truthfully, I didn't want to be pregnant. But with him, everything was different.
I spent the entire day dwelling on it, ignoring how my heart rate would suddenly spike at times. I don't know why, but I thought they were just side effects of the mating mark. But as night fell, my fever returned. There were two days left until the match, and us players needed to be in peak condition.
My mind began to grow fuzzier, more direct. I wasn't thinking about his touches anymore,i was thinking about how much I actually wanted him to give me twins. And if that meant not being able to walk for a week, it would be worth it. I could no longer think straight; my skin was burning, and my whole body was trembling with need. My entrance throbbed, and electric shocks raced through my body down to my length, which was dripping with pre cum. I collapsed onto the bed as my body lost whatever remaining strength it had, arching my back and forcing my hips up into the air.
I know I shouldn't, that I had to think about my career, but I couldn't keep ignoring my nature. My body had accepted Erling as its master, now it demanded his essence. The fact that he was my destined mate only heightened my body's desperate need to be knotted and bred. And to be honest, I won't feel satisfied until he does it.
My skin turned completely flushed, and my mouth could only produce soft whimpers heat calls. Something I had never experienced before, but then again, I had never experienced this stage of a heat either. To hell with everything. I've tortured myself enough. If he won't give me what I want, I'll find someone else. I managed to strip off all my clothes until I was down to my underwear. It was a relief not feeling anything rubbing against my painfully burning skin. With what little strength I had left and the motivation to find satisfaction, I dragged myself out of the room.
I couldn't control my pheromones anymore, and if an alpha walked out and saw me like this, it wouldn't end well. But a mind desperate for sex doesn't care about logic. I crawled on all fours like an animal toward his room, which felt much farther than I remembered.
Until I saw it, or rather, smelled his pheromones from outside. I dragged myself to the door as a shiver ran through my whole body. The scent I caught made my skin burn from the inside out, my entrance slicked profusely, and my mouth couldn't contain my smothered moans. I hadn't even managed to knock on the door before I started hyperventilating. Just as I felt myself collapsing to the floor from dizziness, the door opened.
I looked up to see that nearly two meter man standing in front of me. Shirtless, with a defined, chiseled abdomen where veins stood out near his waistline, teasing what was hidden beneath his pants. His buff arms rested on the doorframe as he stared down at me, intrigued. His pupils dilated as he took me in, he had smelled my pheromones the second I got close. But his commanding presence overwhelmed me, and my heat clouded my judgment, so now I had no idea how to ask for it.
—I-I need your help... Erling.