Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 39: Guilty pleasures

Chapter 39: Guilty pleasures

Storm’s POV

Fuck.

I tightly clenched my teeth as I stared down at my dick. This isn’t the first time I have gotten hard just by being next to Strawberry, but this is the first time I was almost caught.

I bit my bottom lips as I wondered what he would have thought had he known what exactly was wrong with me. Will he think I’m disgusting for getting aroused just by being near him?

I stared hard at the door as I willed my hard-on to go down on its own. Returning to my dorm was a hassle because I had to pass those damned-knowing Alphas. Most of them cast looks at me as I hurried past, and I know I will be the next topic —well, that’s until Theo breaks a fist or two.

An image of Strawberry in the forest during his heat took root in my mind. I groaned and shook my head, eager to rid my thoughts of such a provocative image.

I need this to go down, not go up. Thinking about the cause of it will only make me do something I vowed never to do after the first night I shamelessly stroked myself to orgasm, thinking of him.

I bit back a grunt as I stared at my ceiling.

Think about your family. Think about your mother. Think about Mara.

I tried to chant, as a way to get my mind off the thoughts trying to take root in them, but it was damned impossible. The image of Strawberry seemed stronger than any other thought.

I can still recall how sweet his smell was, how soft his breathing and how warm his body was on that day.

It was a day that tested my self-control. And I’m glad I didn’t let my desires control me. Should I ever have him in my bed, I need him to do so willingly. I won’t force or pressure him. Neither will I take advantage of his vulnerability.

As for what my parents and the rest will say, when I get to the bridge I will think of how to cross through without wetting my shoes.

I stared at my crotch. It hasn’t gone down at all, and neither has the image of Strawberry left my mind. Funny enough, I imagined him entering this room, putting on one of my shirts —one that stopped midthigh — showing off those creamy thighs of his.

My hand immediately went to my crotch. I freed it from the confines of my trousers as Strawberry advanced closer with a smirk on his face. He stared hard at my crotch before he bit his bottom lips.

The action shot right through my cock, hardening it more. I bit my bottom lips as I watched him. I know it was all my imagination, but it seemed so real, it made me wish it was real.

But who am I kidding? Strawberry will never be the one in my room. He has never shown any indication that he likes me. Most of the time, the dark glare from him makes it seem like I’m his mortal enemy or something like that.

But I love him too much to let him go. And that’s why I intend to confess to him when I get the chance. I will bare my heart to him for him to do anything he pleases with it.

My imaginary strawberry licked his lips before he got on the bed. I tightened my hand on my cock, and started stroking —slow at first —trying to work my cock some more before I started stroking fast.

"Aren’t you a naughty dirty, Alpha?" He gave my cock a stare before he slowly removed his shirt.

I haven’t seen Strawberry completely naked, so my mind had to make do with creating him just the way we imagined he will be. His skin is flawless. It gave me this urge to mark him and make him mine.

My temporary mark has long disappeared. Thankfully, he didn’t notice it. Else, I might have been in a lot of trouble.

"What are you thinking about?" He chuckled. "Was I the one that made you this hard?"

Though he was my imagination, yet, I couldn’t help the pre-cum that slipped out just from his imagined voice. I increased my pace, trying to stroke myself faster as I watched him.

Goddess.

I think I’m gone. Strawberry will be the death of me, yet, he doesn’t know that. If only he knows just how much I’m willing to sacrifice just to make him mine.

My pace increased. I rubbed my thumb on the tip of my shaft before I started stroking fast with my right hand while I used my left to palm my balls.

My imaginary Strawberry just watched me with a glint in his eyes.

"Fuck, Strawberry," I grunted, working my cock hard. All the pent-up frustration I felt after the first night I masturbated, seemed to surface.

I bit my lips and arched my back when I felt my stomach clench. My orgasm is nearer than I thought.

My groans became too loud as I joined my left hand with my right. I stroked my cock from the tip to the bottom, imagining Strawberry doing exactly that, with a mad twinkle in his eyes.

It seemed so real. I couldn’t help it. My strawberry is a damned seductress. Just the thoughts of him were sufficient to make me climax.

"Let me help." My imaginary Strawberry took my shaft into his mouth. And that was all it took for me to shoot my load on my stomach and inner thighs.

I groaned as I glanced down. My strawberry has gone back to my mind, and I’m left with a dirtied body.

I felt guilty about taking pleasure just from the thoughts of someone who doesn’t like me. Yet, I felt eager to have him. I know it’s only a matter of time until my wolf decides he has had enough.

Talking of wolves, I have never had a run in my wolf form since I came to this Academy. I guess it’s time to let him out. Kim hasn’t spoken to me since I shut him out a year ago...

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