“You are hot as hell, Eden Evans. Any guy—or girl—would be in heaven to be buried in between your luscious thighs.” Heat rose to my cheeks and I hurried across the room where my nest was. Even though omegas had to share rooms, they had still made it as private as possible. Each room had two curtained alcoves that were dark and quiet.

Mine was full of fluffy light blue and white nesting materials, and I dove amongst them to hide from Cleo’s prying eyes.

“You are so embarrassing, Cleo.” My words were muffled by my pillow and I heard her laughter as she finished getting herself together.

“It’s the truth. Now, promise me that you’ll at least think about going tonight. It’s not fun without you.” Cleo poked her head into my alcove and grinned down at me.

I wanted to tell her no and use my painting as an excuse again... but maybe Kyle would be there tonight and I could try to have a conversation with him again. You know what they always say, the sixty-fifth time’s the charm, right?

“Okay. But if I want to leave at any point we go, okay?” I finally agreed. I barely managed to get the last words out before Cleo’s squeal filled the room and she was suddenly inside of my nest with me.

“That’s my girl!” Cleo gave me a hug and got out of my nest before I growled at her. “Okay, I’m going to go and work on my sculpture. Let’s see how many penises I can sneak into it before the Gargoyle realizes, tootles!” The Gargoyle was Professor Armand, a cranky old alpha who hated Cleo’s propensity to put silly things into her sculptures.

The door to our dorm room slammed, and suddenly I was all alone with my thoughts again. I smoothed a hand over my stomach, pressing into the softness there.

“It feels nice,” I told myself as I gave my thighs a little squeeze before I heaved an aggravated sigh.

I must not have been busy enough over the past weeks because, usually, thoughts like this were few and far in between.

Rolling onto my knees, I dug through my nesting materials until my fingers felt the edge of my tablet and the pencil that came along with it. It was only half-charged, but it would have to do.

Opening up my favorite drawing app I let my mind take me away, doodling more than actually drawing, but the explosion of color and shapes distracted my mind enough until I could feel the drowsiness of a nap coming on.

I still had a few hours until I needed to get ready for the party, so a nap was the perfect solution to all of the problems rattling around in my head. After all, I couldn’t get stuck in my own thoughts if I was asleep, right?

Gray mist collected around my bare feet as I stood in what could only be described as a black, empty space. It was strange, though, because I could see my entire body as if the area around me was lit brightly.

The mist crawled up my legs, and coiled around my thighs. It felt cool to the touch and it was almost a relief to my fevered skin, like the mister setting of a hose on a hot summer day.

The mist continued to climb up my body. It curled up under the hem of my skirt and I lost sight of it as it began to slide past some of my most sensitive places. When it slid past my clit, I opened my mouth to moan, but found that no sound came out. Not only that, but my limbs were completely frozen in place as the mist spread and crawled up the rest of my body, enveloping me in a pleasurable gray blanket of sensation. 

Normally, something like this would scare me. It reminded me a bit of the sleep paralysis nightmares that I used to have when I was small.

But this felt vastly different from those.

The mist finally reached the top of my torso and curled around one of my breasts in a surprisingly tight grip. It felt like what I imagined a man’s hand would feel like pressing into the sensitive flesh there. Tendrils slipped underneath the tank top of my dress and curled around my pebbled nipples, tugging on them roughly.

Another soundless moan spilled from my lips as I stood, frozen and at the mercy of whatever this dream conjured up next.

Between the stimulation of my clit and the rough treatment of my nipples, I could feel my orgasm rising fast.

“Let’s make a deal,” a voice rumbled around me and when I glanced up, I saw a dark, clawed hand curl out of the surrounding mist. It was palm up, like it was waiting for me to just reach out and take it.

I was suddenly filled with the desire to reach out and take the hand, but I still couldn’t move.

The hand began to pull back into the mist, and I nearly cried at the loss of it. “Soon,” the same voice from before rumbled.

The mist in between my legs seemed to solidify, and it brushed more roughly against my clit.

I saw stars and opened my mouth to scream as an orgasm rocked through my body. The sound of something beeping filled the space, and darkness began to replace the mist until I couldn’t see anything more.

I woke up with a moan, my breathing ragged as I swung myself into a sitting position and tried to find the source of the beeping. It took me a minute to realize that it was the alarm that I had set on my phone before I’d nodded off earlier.

I dug wildly through my nesting materials until I finally found my phone wedged between the mattress and the wall. I turned off the alarm and was finally surrounded with blessed silence. I sat, trying to gain my bearings again after what had to have been the hottest dream of my life.

My body still trembled with the last vestiges of the orgasm that my brain had somehow brought me to. Glancing down between my legs, I found my thighs coated with my slick. My face burned at the realization that not only had I come in my dream, but that hadn’t even fully satisfied me.

I was lucky that Cleo hadn’t come back to the room during my nap, or else we would be having an incredibly awkward conversation right about now.

Climbing out of my alcove, I hurried over to the window and opened it wide. I was immediately greeted by the crisp autumn air outside. I hoped that this would be enough to get rid of the majority of the scent of my arousal that lingered in the room. For good measure, I grabbed the air freshener spray that Cleo always used after her sex-a-thons with Justin and gave the room a good spray.

Next, I needed to deal with the mess that I’d made of myself.

The warm pelting spray of the shower was blissful on my sensitive skin and I let it soothe me as I quickly scrubbed myself down with de-scenter body wash. As I rinsed the lingering scent of my arousal from my body, I found that I was just a little bit sad to be getting rid of it so soon.

After I finished washing, I stood underneath the spray and let my fingers mindlessly wander across my body. My mind once again returned to the dream. It was the most vivid dream that I think I’d ever had in my entire life. I could still, even under the hot spray, feel the cool mist in between my legs and around my nipples. It was almost like it was there, still teasing me even though I was wide awake.

My need to come again was riding me hard as I lightly circled my nipples, but that wasn’t enough stimulation. No, I needed more. I directed the spray of the shower to the bench seat. Sitting down on it I pressed my back to the shower wall and spread my legs wide. I slowly trailed my fingers down in between my breasts and over my stomach until they slid deep into my core.

I didn’t indulge myself often outside of my heats, when I used every toy that was available to me to bring myself to some of the emptiest orgasms that an omega could feel. But now, I felt how swollen the lips of my pussy were as soon as my fingers brushed past them. At first contact with the stiff bud of my clit, the muscles in my legs jumped and I let out a moan so loud that it surprised me.