Done Trying

Two more weeks passed and for the first time I woke with a smile on my face. I pushed the books I had scattered on my bed to the side and crawled out of bed. My stomach was so large it was in the way of everything and made it hard to get up.

I moaned, finally reaching my bathroom. It took so much strength to do the simplest of things. I turned on the shower and began undressing. Between my legs throbbed in need and I tried pushing it down. Damn Blake and damn this stupid bond. Our goddess was a bitch to make us this way.

My hands rubbed my shoulders, relieving the ache in my muscles. If I wasn't a weak omega this wouldn't hurt as much, and the bond wouldn't make me so submissive. I hated our goddess and hated omegas.

I moaned again as I felt myself drip down my thighs. I needed to be satisfied and I knew I needed Blake. Wasn't being pregnant enough?

"Need help, doll?" Blake's voice came out behind me and my head fell back in desire. Shit! I need him.

"No! Fuck... yes, Blake." I whined