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Seraphina

I wake up clammy as shit, my skin slick with sweat, my body burning under the blanket I pulled over myself. My panties are soaked, slick pooling between my thighs, my mind a mess of chaos. I sit up a little, trying to figure out what time it is when a sharp cramp rips through me, making me cry out. It’s a raw, desperate sound, a needy plea for the one thing I don’t have here.

My insides twist as more slick floods my panties, drenching my leggings, and sliding down my inner thighs in a warm, humiliating rush. This isn’t like my last preheat, not the subtle drugged haze I’ve hidden in since that first one. This is so much more violent, a need so fierce spreading through me it’s tearing me apart. I’ve never been this needy, never felt this out of control and it’s so painful.

My fingers curl into the blankets as another cramp hits, a soft sob tearing from my throat. I climb onto my hands and knees, my Omega taking over. I push my ass up, presenting myself for an imaginary Alpha, my body begging for someone to come fuck me, fill me, knot me .

I wiggle my ass as heat bleeds through me, the sudden temperature making me claw at my clothes, growling as I tear them off of me. My hips continue to rock, searching for relief that won’t come, even as the cool air hits the back of my slick-soaked thighs. I fumble for my phone, another cramp tearing through me, just as the screen glows. 5:03 PM. I haven’t slept long, maybe a few hours since I curled up after Victoria’s visit, but my insides are revolting.

Think, Seraphina. Think!

I drag myself to my nightstand, several things falling to the floor before I find my vibrator, a knotted dildo that’s just on the edge of being too large. I can’t get it inside of me fast enough, another cry tearing from my throat as a violent orgasm barrels through me.

To my horror, it’s not enough.

Shaky fingers send a text to the group chat, to the only men that can save me from this pain.

Help.