Rejected and in Heat

Embarrassing Request

An hour later, Maya gave up trying to study and turned on her favorite playlist. Her body was on fire, and it tingled, screaming for her mate’s touch. A touch that would never come. Maya engulfed herself in the music, shoving those thoughts to the back of her mind, singing and dancing along, enjoying herself until she noticed she was completely turned on. Her n*****s were budded and pushing against her lace bra, and the hem of her crop top brushed her flat stomach and sent a teasing tingle straight down to her groin. Her thin running shorts brushed the bottom of her butt cheeks, and her panties were soaking wet. Curling her toes into the carpet, she threw herself back on the bed and stared into the ceiling fan.

Her eyes lost focus as she pictured Dustin in her mind. Maybe if she just took care of it herself, it would ease this burning. Her hand drifted down to her shorts, and she slipped her fingers down to her clit; circling in tiny motions, she caressed one breast with her other hand. She pictured him in her mind, pretending things had gone right that night. She imagined he had rushed up to her and smothered her in a passionate kiss. Their hands roamed all over each other, learning each other’s bodies as their lips never parted. Arching her back, Maya punished her clit with fast, hard strokes, eager for a release that she just couldn’t find. Her breath came in short little pants, and her fingers made little wet noises as she touched herself. She inserted one finger inside her dripping entrance. Stroking in and out, she ground her clit against the bottom of her hand. Her eyes were tightly shut as she finally felt the pressure building up to release. Her body was slick with sweat, and she clamped her legs together and rode her orgasm out on her hand. Small moans escaped her and a little whimper of frustration as she relaxed her body. She had expected a massive burst of pleasure at getting some s****l release, but her orgasm had been a little disappointing. Her body was still searching for what it couldn’t have. Grabbing her towel off the floor, she wiped the sweat and juices from her body and sat there, her head in her hands. How in the hell would she make it through the next couple of days?

Josh started at his monitor, attempting to read his rough draft. The smell of Maya’s arousal was driving him crazy. He could hear her little sounds as she m*********d. It was probably the sexiest thing he had ever heard. He felt a small wet spot forming on his boxers as pre-c*m dripped from his tip. Closing his eyes, he tried to picture something to make it disappear. Nothing was working. How the hell was she in heat? She had only been 16 for a few months and hadn’t said anything about finding her mate. Why wasn’t she calling him for comfort if she had found him?

That’s exactly how Maya found him. She barged into his room and saw him sitting at his desk with his black hair across his face, his dark blue eyes closed, and he held a pencil between his hands. He almost looked like he was praying, but the pencil snapped in two as she entered his room. She closed the door and leaned against it, unsure which one of them she was trying to keep in the room. She started speaking before he even opened his eyes. Maybe she could get this out before he looked at her, and she lost her nerve. “Josh, I need your help. I found my mate, but he rejected me, and now I’m in heat. I am miserable. My body is on fire, and I don’t know how to handle this alone.” She waited, but he still didn’t acknowledge her. She could see his jaw was clenched, and every muscle in his body was tense. “Please.”

She didn’t know what else to say or what to ask of him. Should she offer to have s*x with him? Was she asking him to touch but not take it all? She stood there tensed against the door, waiting for him to say anything. Finally, she tried again, “I know I’m not your mate, fated or chosen, so I don’t expect anything from you, but can you please help me this weekend? Then, I will figure out what to do on my own from here on out. No one has to know. Please, Josh. I don’t know who else to ask. I don’t want Mom and Dad to know I was rejected. At least not right now. Maybe later I can tell them or find a chosen mate.” At this point, she was rambling.

Josh took a deep, shuttering breath. Every muscle in his body heaved with his exhale. Finally, he relaxed and looked at her. She watched him intently as he spoke; her eyes roamed over his chiseled face, broad shoulders, and tattoo-covered forearms. He was wearing a plain white tee and gray basketball shorts. She could see the bulge in his shorts, and she subconsciously licked her lips, but his words snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Maya, you’re my best friend's little sister. Hell, you might as well be my little sister! I cannot help you with this. You’re asking too much. Do you even know what you’re asking?” His words were calm, and his voice deep. He strode over to her, bending his head into the curve of her neck, and inhaled. “Maya, you’re not ready.” He whispered into her neck. “Don’t ask me again,” Josh ground out harshly before sitting back at his desk and turning his back to her, dismissing her and making her feel stupid. She said nothing else as she opened the door and quickly returned to her room.