#caleb posting

But by the third time you're asking Caleb if it's "good" for him, if he's enjoying it, he's realized you're not just asking because his answer turns you on.

In two seconds flat he has you on your back, arms pinned above your head, hips tucked under his. You can't move at all, not even squirm (is he using his Evol on you?).

You're a late bloomer, had hoped that maybe you'd never have to go through the rough process at all. You've heard horror stories from fellow omegas; the first one was always the hardest, overwhelming and confusing, so isolating and lonely. You confessed your fears to Caleb, drunk one night at his flight school apartment. What if you get lost, alone in the throes of your heat? What if you never come back to yourself?

But you won't be alone: Caleb is here. He's ready. He's got the steady hands to guide you through this. To keep you safe and satisfied.