CHAPTER 3

"Thank you, my dear," The woman smiled at her as Jessica nodded her head and walked off to wait at another table. "You know what you're doing, hon," Kathy told her as Jessica started to refill a few pitchers, "I hardly see business pick up this early in January. I don't know whether to be pleased or pissed at it." Jessica looked at her, a small grin on her face, "I had New York to thank for the experience I guess." Bull shit. Though Jessica did work in New York for some time, she truly loved to do work like this, and as an omega, she loved to serve. It's been almost a week since she started working. If it weren't for the tips, she'd be out on the street again and looking for a new place to live. That was the least of her worries right now though. Throughout the week, she's been having recurring dreams of her, her wolf, and an unknown man and his wolf. Each time she thought about what happened in those dreams, heat would fill her and her heart would subliminally increase speed. She would always go into a daze whenever the memories would appear in her mind. ~~* Earlier that week... Jessica's eyes shattered open from the dream. The man's words, his voice, and their wolves echoed through her mind repeatedly, not aiding her pounding heart. Her lips quivered, licking them slowly as she looked down at her sweat-drenched body before staring at the ceiling. She could still feel his arms wrapped around her in desire, the sound of his heartbeat in her head, trying to sync with her own. Their wolves' love-making, each whimper, each growl showed that he would claim her as his own: a promise, a fate that would happen soon. Jessica's hand traveled downward toward her navel, running her hand lightly against the cotton turtleneck. She pulled it up a bit, resting her hand over the actual navel, circling it with her middle finger before slowly trailing it up to her breasts, grateful that the bra she wore opened in the front. She moved to her left breast, her nails lightly running over her skin as she fondled it only once before reaching her rock-hard nipple, circling it tenderly. As she pinched it, she bit her lip. While she caressed it between her fingers, her other hand traveled south, going under her panties and to her mound. She circled her finger in the curls before going lower and stroking her nether lips. She was aroused and the wetness that now lies on her finger was proof of that, heat pouring from between her thighs. She bit her lip as she made her way to her hooded clit. As she started to stroke it, she let out a small moan. She hadn't felt this way before; she'd never done this before, especially after the pack in Pennsylvania. Her other hand left her nipple and followed its pair. Boldly, she rubbed her free hand's pointer finger against her folds gently. Darer still, she pushed her finger into her wet hole, gasping a bit at the new sensations and past shyness started to melt away. She rested there for a bit, trying to get used to the invading digit before she started to rub her clit and thrust her finger into herself slowly. As she continued, her eyes started to glow; her wolf was there with her. Her eyes fluttered shut, hearing the man's voice—being the only thing other than his arms that she knew—echo through her, making her pump and rub faster, earning another moan, but she bit her lip to hold back the carnal sound. More. She tried to put another finger in but feared that she would break her maidenhead, so she instead rubbed directly onto her bare clit, making her scream out, almost yelp at the slightly painful, yet delicious feeling. She sped up more, feeling something welling up inside of her. Pushing herself as far as she could go, she thrashed her head to one side as her heart beat rapidly, her body heaving at each breath, and her inner walls contracted against her finger as she arched her back and let out another scream as she came hard, her wolf letting out a howl of the same intensity in her mind. Her body shuddered with sexual high, this feeling new and glorious. Yet... Her wolf wasn't sated. She still wasn't sated. She wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, to caress her breasts, kiss her body, suck on her clit, take her body, thrust himself inside her waiting pussy, and mark her as his, forever and eternity. She wanted him to...she wanted him...she wanted... She wanted? She sat up on her elbows weakly, panting, and logic filled her mind again. She couldn't. She shouldn't want to. She's not allowed to. It wasn't her place. She fell back on the bed, and a deep sense of sadness and realization dawned on her. A lone wolf can't want, it focuses too much on the harsh and lonely world; the sole focus is survival on a day-to-day basis. Even in a pack, in her position...she would only be allowed to have something if the Alphas allowed it and acknowledged it. Even someone as special as a mate. Still, deep inside her, she and her wolf couldn't help it. And the dreams only got stronger every night. ~~* Jessica came out of her daze and jumped a bit, realizing she had filled the Coke pitcher past the brim. Luckily for her, Kathy hadn't noticed and was waiting on another customer. She took in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the images that both haunted and captivated her mind. She backed away and headed to the tables that needed them. At that moment, the café door opened. Wolves. Jessica sniffed the air only slightly, and her mind started to fill with panic, and her body stiffened in fear. She swallowed hard, and every inch of her being except for her outer shell shook. Her wolf whined in the back of her mind, knowing that now would be a good time to leave and get as far away as possible. Taking in another quick—a little too quick—breath, she smelt there were at least four of them. All of them were male and stronger than her. "W-where had they come from? I-I-I hadn't scented any wolves before...!" She thought to herself, keeping herself busy so as to not draw attention to herself. Too late.