Who ARE you?

I stood at the corner of my block, gazing down the street at the entrance gate to my home.

Somehow the stranger knew where I lived. I couldn't move, my feet were frozen in place, part of me needed to move, needed to be closer to this man, the other part of me--the smarter part--was screaming at me to turn and run. Why was he following me? I had no idea what he wanted from me, but standing frozen like I was wasn't going to get me any answers. Finally, I took a deep breath, clutching the straps to my backpack as I made my way towards the stranger. The confusing emotions only grew that much stronger the closer I got to him. Finally, I reached the man and he turned to me, a look of impatience and annoyance on his face.

He's annoyed at me...?

What the hell!

"Can I help you?" I seethed, trying to reign my emotions, ignoring every part that screamed at me to not raise my voice, to show respect to this stranger.

Who was he?

Why did he make me feel this way?

I had so many questions and yet, I had zero idea on how to ask any of this. His gaze was once again on mine and he made a note to look me over, brazenly "examining" my body as if he had the right. I hated how warm my body suddenly felt, my entire body seeming to burn with a fever just from his very gaze.

What would his touch do to me?

I shook my head at that thought. What was wrong with me? I'd never felt much interest in boys. I always worried what was wrong with me, wondered if I was truly broken. Well, that was no longer the case obviously. Every single fiber of my being had decided to wake up today apparently and that included arousal and sexual interest, apparently.

Why today?

Yes, it was my eighteenth birthday, but that didn't seem like such a big deal. Sure, I was technically an adult now, but why was all of this happening at once? I realized then that I'd just allowed him to look me over and he hadn't answered my question. I seethed, my irritation only growing. Between the sudden news of my father and this, I was ready to explode. This was too much.

Then let me out...

I blinked, wondering what that could mean.

I opened my mouth to re-state my question, wondering if maybe he hadn't heard me. Before I had a chance to say anything, he was suddenly pressed against me, my back pushed against the cold brick of the gateway to my house. I gasped, every place that his body touched was suddenly blazing hot, feeling like I was on fire. The heat and intensity caused me to let out a soft whimper and I flushed.

Did that sound really come out of me?

His face moved to the column of my throat, his nose pressing against my skin and I heard a sharp inhale. He was sniffing me? I shivered, knowing I should push him away. I needed to get out of his hold. Between this crazy public display he was causing and the fact that I didn't even know his name, this was extremely innappropriate. I shivered again, realizing with another wave of embarassment as my mind seemed to calm from his touch, it seemed it couldn't get enough of his touch.

Mine...

I paused, hearing that voice again and chewed my lip. He moved his nose from my throat, but kept his hold on me as he moved his face to mine. His eyes narrowed again as he took me in, seeming to decide something.

"W-what do you want?" I hated how weak my voice was.

"You'll know soon enough," he said, still not moving, still not looking away.

His voice...

It was deep and even though he'd barely raised his voice, it held such a commanding edge to it. I knew from that moment that this was a man who was made to lead whatever he was doing. He'd never bow down, take orders from another. I frowned, wondering what I was thinking. Why I was thinking of it like that?

"What do you mean by soon enough?" I let out a low growl, narrowing my eyes.

I was done being told what to do!

"I would think twice before speaking like that, Omega!" he snarled, leaning down and pushing harder against me.

I gasped as his knee moved between my legs and I let out a soft moan, my body seeming to melt against his touch. I whimpered, hating how out of control he made me. He leaned down, running his face against my throat and I got a sudden feeling that he was...marking me? I blinked a bit, shaking my head and working to push out of his grip. He didn't move an inch, keeping his hold on me, his knee pressed against my core and I realized in horror that I'd begun to grow wet for him.

"I can smell your arousal, Omega," he growled, continuing to rub his face against my throat as he spoke. "You're to be mine...if I accept you."

"W-what are you talking about? Why are you calling me that?" I whimpered, realizing then that he'd called me "Omega" twice.

Because that's what we are.

We?

Something snapped inside of me and I felt...changed. I flushed as I realized my body had fully submitted under this man's hold. I whimpered, the realization that I had zero control of my body dawning on me as the man moved his face closer to mine.

"I could make you cum just like this, couldn't I?" he offered me a dark grin as he said this, grinding his knee once more against me. "Would you like that, pet? Should I reward you for your submission?"

I let out a soft whimper as I shook my head, not wanting this. I flushed, realizing just how out in the open we were. Any of my neighbors could just step out and see me like this. I hated how compromised he'd made me feel. I didn't want to feel so weak, so out of control.

"Well? Speak to me," his voice seemed to change as he said those last words.

We must answer!

"I...please, not like this, not here," I flushed as I added that last part.

Not here?

No! Not any where!

"Your body is begging for it, Omega," he smirked, a cruel look in his eyes as he watched me.

"Please don't," I whimpered, flushing as my body did seem to react to his words, to his touch.

He moved to cup my cheek, his large hand warm against my skin and I almost leaned into his touch. Somehow, I had enough control to stop that much. I silently thanked whatever power I'd been granted to hold myself back even if just barely.

"I'll leave you be for now, Omega," he finally said, his voice softer than before.

Before I could blink, he'd moved from me, his hold on me lifting and I shivered, glad that I was leaning against the gate. I didn't know if my legs would've been able to hold me up on my own. I watched as he stood back, looking me over once more.

"W-wait...you didn't tell me why you called me Omega!"

"That's not for me to tell," he said before starting down the road away from me.

I wanted to chase after him, wanted to get a better answer than that. Unfortunately, my body was had still not fully recovered from his touch. My legs felt like jell-o and my skin still felt warm from the fever he'd caused. Taking a deep breath, I finally mustered enough energy to move from the gate and moved inside the safety of my front yard. I took a deep breath, heading to the front door and unlocking it before looking around once more, making sure I was alone. When I felt secure that I was alone at last, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it quickly and pushing the lock back into place. I moved then, rushing up the stairs and into the comfort of my bedroom, slipping back into bed and pressing my face to my pillow. I whimpered, releasing all the tension that this morning had caused into the pillow.

Crying myself to sleep...how pathetic.

I hated just how weak he'd made me. Why couldn't I get a better grip on things? A heavy exhaustion suddenly hit me and I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and hoping that sleep would come.

I hated that the last thing I saw before I fell asleep was the stranger's eyes, my body warming at just the memory of his touch. Why couldn't I seem to control my reactions to him?

I only hoped that when I woke up things would make more sense and meeting my father wouldn't be as much of a nightmare as this morning had been.