Love Someone Like Me
Trillium Creek 4
June 4, 2019
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I'm not a typical omega. I like control, and I'd rather take than be taken.
After years of fantasizing, I finally find an alpha who will submit to all my desires. Our connection is beyond intense. My wolf says we're fated for each other, but I know better.
Even if a test strip says I'm pregnant, I don't want a mate. No matter how submissive he may appear, I won't link myself to an alpha.
I'll never live up to what my pack thinks an alpha should be.
I don't want to order omegas and betas around. In fact, I'd prefer to hand over the reins and enjoy the bliss of surrender.
I jump at the chance when a dominant omega asks me to share his heat. Once I get a taste of him, I know a few days together won't be enough. I want it all: a mating ceremony, kids, the future stretched before us. He wants to run as fast as he can, but I’m determined to show him I don’t want to confine him—I want to set him free.
I glanced over at my laptop screen when an alert let me know I’d gotten an email. I was waiting for a response from a friend who might be able to help me with an investigation I was working on, but the email wasn’t from them: it was from Mac, a Dom I’d met at The Slick Knot, a kink club in Charlottesville. I clicked on it and started reading.
You still looking for someone to spend your heat with? There’s a submissive alpha who’s been coming to the club for a few months now. I’ve played with him several times. He’s hot as fuck, and, even better, he’s a good person. The other Doms he’s been with agree. I think you’d be a great match. Let me know if you’re interested.
I hadn’t met many alphas who’d qualify as decent people until I’d joined the Trillium Creek pack. And to find one who was submissive too? I’d basically given up on that.
My heat was due any day now. I’d meant to spend some time in my favorite online kink group to continue my search for a submissive alpha, but I’d been too caught up in my work for the pack. I’d spent my last few heats with Mac. He was a great guy, and he respected that I wasn’t truly submissive, but I couldn’t expect him to change his own nature. While the time spent with him satisfied my most basic need to be fucked through my heat, it was less than truly satisfying. I longed to be knotted and bred by an alpha who’d let me take charge, one who understood that I could top him while he put his cock in my ass. It would be even better if the alpha craved domination. If he would submit to me, even as my body pushed me to crave things I usually didn’t, like an alpha’s knot. What would it be like to spend my heat with a man I could command, a man who would serve me and my body’s needs?
I’d been with an alpha submissive before, but not one I trusted enough for my heat. Most of my partners were betas or other omegas—at least in more liberal packs, omegas could fuck each other without having to hide what they were doing. But the stigma against submissive alphas was so strong many of them never admitted what they wanted.
Not that being an omega Dom was easy. I’d had my desires dismissed plenty of times. I’d also had a few narrow escapes from alphas who wanted to teach me my place, but that was true for any omega who stood up for himself. I trusted Mac. I’d been with him during my heat several times, and even though our desires didn’t line up well, he did his best to make sure I was comfortable and satisfied. If he thought this guy was what I was looking for, I wanted to at least meet him. I typed out a quick response.
If this alpha is available in the next few days, I want to meet with him. My heat will be here soon. Thanks.