The night was quiet, dorm halls swallowed in a heavy stillness. Kaylan jolted awake in his sheets, chest heaving, skin damp. The thin fabric of his boxers clung to him, slick already seeping through, spreading warmth across his thighs. He swallowed hard, hating the way his body trembled, hating the raw fire burning under his skin. Not now... fuck, not now.

His Omega instincts clawed inside him, feral and restless, thrashing against the tight grip of his pride. Every nerve was alive, his cock hard and throbbing against the mess between his legs, begging to be touched. He pressed his face into his pillow, muffling a groan, but it did nothing—his scent was already thick, heavy, sweet with need, curling in the air. Shame flushed his face hot, teeth sinking into his lip until it hurt.

But there was no stopping it. His cock ached painfully against the wet fabric, his chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic breaths. Shame prickled hot against his skin—this weakness, this raw, feral hunger—but the need drowned it out until his body moved on its own. His legs shook as he pushed himself out of bed, dragging him toward the familiar pull of his roommate's scent.

Each step unsteady, his body betraying him with every movement. He hated this weakness, hated that his control crumbled so easily. But the ache inside him screamed louder than reason. Almost delirious, he found himself standing at his roommate’s door, his hand trembling on the handle before he pushed it open.

When he opened the door to his roommate’s room, the smell hit him hard. Warm, steady Alpha—rich and grounding. The sound that tore out of his throat was half a moan, half a broken whimper, his knees nearly buckling under the wave of instinct that crushed him. He stumbled forward, almost crawling before he reached the bed, then climbed onto it with trembling hands.

Just a little... just enough to soothe it, he told himself, though every part of him knew it was a lie. The Alpha’s scent wrapped around him, intoxicating, and Kaylan clung to it with trembling fists.

Slowly, shakily, he crawled up his roommate’s body, the mattress dipping under his weight. His thighs spread over the Alpha’s, his hips lowering until his soaked boxers brushed against the warmth beneath. Kaylan’s breath hitched, his lips parting as he pressed closer, his chest hovering just above his roommate’s, his cock grinding in small, desperate motions.

The scent wrapped around him, thick and intoxicating, feeding his frenzy. He buried his face into his roommate’s neck, inhaling greedily, broken little sounds slipping past his lips. God... I need this... I need him... His fingers curled tight in the sheets, holding back from shaking the Alpha awake, grinding harder instead, chasing a fleeting relief.

“Please... just a little... can’t—fuck, I can’t hold it,” he whispered into the dark, his voice cracked and trembling, slick smearing hotter between his thighs as his body begged for more.