Chapter 2: Micah’s POV 

Micah’s POV

I kicked the door shut behind me, and the older man pressed his lips to mine hungrily, wantingly. I hummed into the kiss, smirking. Article by article, our clothes fell onto the hotel’s floor. I giggled when he hoisted me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck.

The alpha slammed me up against the wall, almost growling animalistic, wasting no time slipping himself inside me. I leaned my head back, letting out a soft moan. 

“Mmm, you like that slut?” His sultry breath tickled my ear. “You must have wanted this. You’re so fucking wet.”

“Yes.” I panted out, meeting the stranger’s eyes. 

“The boys at the bar did tell me that you would be an easy lay. You proved them right.” His lips turned up into a smirk, his elongated canines poking from his lips. 

“It’s probably because they had me before you.” I matched his smirk. 

“Oh really?” He asked, thrusting himself deeper, making me dig my fingernails into his back. I could feel his fangs tickling my neck. 

“Fuck.” I hissed, biting my lip. “Yeah,” I grunted in response. 

He pulled himself out of me, carrying me over to the bed, flinging me onto the mattress, making me giggle in response.  

“Tell me,” He climbed on top of me, grabbing one of my legs, spreading me open for him. My cock began to leak pre-cum in excitement. “Does a little slut like you fuck just anyone who asks?” The older man, Jerry, Jared, fuck, I didn’t even remember the guy’s name. I think it started with a J. 

“Well, sometimes I say no, it’s usually to the older fucks who look like they would kidnap me and use me as their toy.” When I finished my sentence, he spread my cheeks, exposing my waiting hole to him. He then prodded my entrance with his index finger, making me hiss in pleasure. 

“Hmm,” He hummed, hooking his finger inside me, trying to find my sweet spot. I grabbed both of our cocks in my hand and stroked them together. He was an average-sized alpha, not the biggest but by far not the smallest cock that had fucked me before. I rubbed my thumb over the tips of our cocks; his was now weeping just as mine was. 

He leaned down hungrily, attacking my lips once more, delving into the cavern of my mouth. He quickened the pace of his finger inside of me, eventually adding another. The wet sound of him thrusting his fingers at a furious pace filled the room.

It wasn’t unheard of me to prepare myself before leaving the bar just in case of men like Jay-Josh– honestly, I give up remembering the guy’s name– who are eager to fuck me. But, unfortunately, I had learned the hard way over the years that some men had no patience to prepare their bottom before fucking them into oblivion, and I would prefer to be able to walk the following day.

I squirmed under the man, ready to cum. I quickened my hand, bucking my hips, overstimulated from the pleasure. 

“I’m gonna c-cum.” I sputtered out, clenching down on him. 

He pulled away from my grasp, releasing his fingers from my ass, then slamming himself into my hole. I let out a scream, cumming over both of our chests. He continued his assault on my body even though I laid there, spent from my orgasm. He still tried finding my prostate, pulling one of my legs on top of his shoulder, opening me up wider for him. 

He continued diving in me for a few more moments before his thrusts had gotten sloppy, meaning he was close. I almost wanted to cringe at how long he lasted. I mean, the man acted like he would be able to go all night long but, instead, he only lasted about 5 minutes in total. It was almost laughable. But I would give him brownie points for fingering me. That didn’t happen much often. 

He came inside me, letting out a loud grunt as he released himself. Then, he pulled out of me, collapsing on the bed beside me. 

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“That was good.” He breathed out. 

“Yeah, I gotta go. I have another shift in the morning.” I didn’t even bother cleaning myself up. I’d prefer to get a shower in my small, cozy studio. I picked up the clothes scattered near the door, slowly dressing myself. 

“Bring me my pants.” The man waved his hand to the slacks he had been wearing. I picked them up, chunking them to him. He dug in the pockets, pulling out his wallet. He plucked his ring out of one of the pockets, slipping it back onto his finger.  He then pulled out a wad of cash, handing it over to me. “Thanks, I needed that.” 

“I don’t know if your friends told you or not, but I only do this as a one-time deal.” I put on my t-shirt. “And it’s extra because you came inside of me. So I need the money to buy suppressants.” He rolled his eyes, pulled out a few more wrinkled bills, and handed them to me.

“Yeah, yeah,” He waved his hand at me. “I just haven’t fucked since my wife had the baby. I needed a release. For a boy omega, you were pretty hot.”

“Wow, you really are a piece of shit, aren’t you?” I scrunched my face up in disgust. 

I usually preferred not to know little details about the men I had slept with. I knew many of them were married or mated, waiting to be married. I knew another portion of them would pay me more to act as if I never even saw them. Typically, those who wanted me to forget their existence tended to be those who were very affluent Alphas.  I would only sleep with them for extra cash on the side to make ends meet and for my pleasure. Nights like tonight, he paid extra not to wear a condom, which I wouldn’t protest. (A/N: Don’t be like Micah, use protection.) 

It meant I would have to go to the free government-funded clinic in the morning to make sure that bastard didn’t pass anything onto me. I could also scramble up enough money to get another vile BetaT, they hadn’t failed on me yet, but I knew there was still a slight risk of getting knocked up with one of these fuckers kids. I hated what the beta testosterone shots did to me at times. It would mess with my head, and it would also mess with my heat cycles. But, I was thankful for them; they were the only reason I scored the jobs I did have. No one wanted to hire an unmated omega. When we went into heat, it was like a siren to a ship. All alpha’s in the area would flock to an unmated Omega in heat to lay a claim on them in their most vulnerable state.  

I only took BetaT to maintain my living, both of my jobs knew my second gender was Omega, but it made it easier since I took the testosterone shots. To them, it was preferable anyway. That way, they could pay me less as well. I knew I made less than my beta co-workers or my alpha bosses. Many omega’s were housewives, only living to serve their mate. I, however, didn’t have that luxury, nor did I think I would ever have it. 

I worked hard for what little I did have and what little money I made.

“Hmm, you slept with me; you coulda said no.” He hummed. 

I grabbed onto the door handle, “Don’t come to our bar again then. Focus on your family.” I snapped, grinding my teeth together. 

“Whatever,” was the last thing he said before I left him alone in the room. 

— 

I hated roaming the streets at night, especially in my neighborhood. I couldn’t tell someone how many times I had heard gunshots or even witnessed people stealing items off of people’s cars. Of course, I ignored them and kept on my merry way. I didn’t have a death wish. I tucked my hands into my coat pocket, fiddling with the cash that the guy had given me. The endless possibilities I could do with the extra cash other than me getting the BetaT shot. I knew I wanted to buy more art supplies, but I also knew that it was unlikely to buy the supplies I wanted and that the money would go toward food or my upcoming electric bill. 

I sighed, wishing I hadn’t come out to my family at times like this. I had it good for a male omega. I was going to school, and I was damn near close to getting into NYU. But no, I had to have feelings, specifically for male alphas. I had to have all of my dreams crushed for an alpha that I liked at the time. I closed my eyes, remembering the look on my father’s face. 

Bastard. 

He was the reason why I didn’t even finish high school, why I had to live on the streets for almost a year before scoring my job at the coffee shop. Finding a job as an omega was a chore on its own. Suffering from my heat cycles on the streets was even more dangerous. I had to work so many doubles just to sleep on the couch at a stranger beta’s one-bedroom apartment. Then when I turned 21, I started bartending at a bar in the nicer part of town. 

The tips were good, the pay was excellent, but it still wasn’t enough to thrive. It seemed like the rent was only getting higher, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t keep up with the cost of living. I didn’t like living with anyone. Hell, I didn’t even take any of my one-night conquests to my place. I just felt more secure being by myself. 

If I hadn’t come out to my family, I probably would have a degree in business with a minor in art. I would probably have a larger apartment than a 200-square-foot shit box going for way more than it was worth just to bribe the landlord to let me rent the shit box apartment.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, not paying attention to anything. Not a brilliant idea in the middle of the night in one of the most dangerous parts of the city. But who cares? Sometimes my life didn’t feel worth living anyways. 

A loud bang in the alleyway startled me, triggering my fight-or-flight senses. I began to run away from the sound. Okay, I lied. For some stupid reason, I did want to live. I rounded the corner to my apartment, my feet thundering on the pavement below me. I looked back to see if whoever or whatever had followed me. 

I crashed into another person, making me yelp in surprise. I tumbled onto the ground, bracing myself for the impact, scraping up the palms of my hands. I hissed in pain, looking up at the towering figure in front of me. The handsome alpha held his hand out for me to grab. 

“What are you doing out here this time of night, kid? Dontcha know things go bump during this time of night?”  His deep voice rumbled. He was way hotter than any man I had picked up at the bar. 

“It’s kinda why I was runnin’.” I rolled my eyes, ignoring his hand, getting to my feet as much as I wanted to grab onto his hand and melt into a puddle in front of him. I had to prove I was a strong independent omega who needed no alpha. 

“How about I walk ya home?” As much as I would like that, sir, I have to refuse. 

“I’d prefer not to be dead on the side of the road, no offense.” I shrugged my shoulders. 

“None taken.” The handsome man chuckled. “I’m just sayin’ a little omega like you walkin’ around this time of night isn’t safe.” He raised one of his perfectly groomed brows at me. His face was easy on the eyes, with his strong jaw, well-groomed beard, and his hair was messy, but in the groomed- had a long day- kind of messy. I couldn’t quite make out his eye color in the dim street lights, but everything else screamed attractive in my eyes. 

“Well, I live here. Thanks for your concern.” I brushed my scraped hands on my jeans. I walked around him, heading down just a few more buildings before hitting my apartment building. “And I’m not an omega. I’m a beta.”

“Whatever you say, omega.” I could feel his lingering eyes on me as I entered my key code to get into the building. The door buzzed, letting me in. 

I lived on the ground floor, which was less than desirable because of the street noise. But, of course, the higher you live, the less noise there is. My upstairs neighbors stomped around like elephants, and it didn’t matter what time of night it was. With the thin walls, I could hear them fight and make out each word. 

I put my key into my door, fidgeting it around until it finally unlocked the door. I kicked my door shut behind me, leaning up against the door to lock the deadbolt. I flicked the light of the room on, and I emptied my pockets, chunking all of the cash I had just gotten into the bowl along with my wallet and keys. I kicked my shoes off my feet, kicking them next to the door. My bed was tucked into the corner of the living space. My kitchen was just a fridge, microwave, and a two-burner stove. My bathroom consisted of a small standing shower, a toilet, and a tiny vanity where I could only wash one hand at a time. 

It was small, but it was all I could afford. I walked to my fridge, pulled out the small vial of BetaT, and pulled out the small box of needles from a drawer in the kitchen. I ripped the needle out of the packaging and primed it before sticking it into the BetaT vial I managed to buy off of a beta at work. It was cheaper than what the clinic would sell because it was close to the expiration date. Once the needle was filled with the substance, I jabbed it into my thigh, releasing the artificial chemical into my body. (A/N: Do I need to tell you guys not to do this? I’m sure I shouldn’t have to, but you never know with you lil shits. <3 Also, this is not meant to discriminate against anyone in the trans community, I know some people would think of it as so, but it is not. Please make sure you’re taking care of yourselves and your well-being and be safe on your journey. Much love -neon) I grit my teeth, pulling the needle gently from my skin. I covered the tip of the needle and chunked it into the trash can. 

 I quickly got a shower and did my nightly routine, knowing I had to work at the coffee shop in the morning. At this rate, four hours was the most sleep I would be getting. 

I flopped myself down onto the bed, covering myself with my blanket. 

Tomorrow will be better. I thought to myself.