And in the middle of it all, she looks like prey.My prey.
She stands stiff at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over her chest like flimsy armor, hair a dark halo spilling around her delicate face.Every line of her body screams fragility—small wrists, narrow shoulders, trembling knees.She doesn’t belong in a room like this, a lamb delivered into a wolf’s lair.My lair.
I tell myself to keep calm.Keep myself measured.Keep my touch soft.I swore I would never touch an omega.Never taste the poison that ruins Alphas, that weakens them, and makes them reckless.I should keep the promise to myself now, right here, with her body standing between me and the ruin I already feel gnawing at my chest.
But her scent is everywhere.Sweet.Rich.Drenched in omega uniqueness.It coats the air, coats my lungs, coats me until I can hardly tell where she ends and I begin.It’s unbearable.Addictive.Every breath drags me deeper into the sensation of her, sinking me into a hunger I can’t claw my way out of.
“On the bed,” I order, my voice gravel scraping low in my chest.
I wanted to sound calm, commanding without cruelty, but it comes out harsher, darker.Like a growl I can’t cage.
She hesitates.Her chest rises and falls too fast, eyes darting toward the bed and then back to me, like she’s considering bolting even though there’s nowhere to run.That flicker of defiance should anger me.Instead, it stirs something else ...a strange sort of respect, almost admiration.Even trembling, she has enough fire left to pause.Enough will to resist.
But I don’t have patience for resistance.Not tonight.
I close the distance in two strides, wrap my fingers around her fragile wrist, and yank her toward the bed.She stumbles with a gasp, landing on her back against the sheets.The navy silk swallows her pale body, making her look even smaller, even more breakable.She scrambles, pushing herself up, but I grip her ankles and drag her down until her ass perches at the edge of the mattress.
Her thighs part under the force of my hold, and there it is, the sight that will fucking ruin me.Her slick little cunt glistens in the low light, swollen, needy, and dripping with the proof of her body’s betrayal.She whimpers, trying to close her legs, but I slam my palm against the inside of her thigh, hard enough to leave a mark.
“Keep them open,” I snarl, my voice edged in steel.“If you close them again, I’ll tie your ankles to the bedposts and leave you spread until you learn obedience.”
Her breath hitches, fear flooding the air sharp and acrid.But beneath it, her arousal spikes, coating the room with sweetness until my cock jerks painfully hard in my pants.God help me, she’s terrified but her body still begs me to fuck her.
I tear open my belt, shove my pants down, and free my cock.It springs heavy and hard against my stomach, leaking pre-cum down the thick length.Her eyes widen, jaw falling open.She whispers something faint, “Too big,” and the sound slams through me like a spark to kindling.A cruel smile twists my lips.
“Yeah,” I rasp, stroking myself once, smearing pre-cum over the head.“I’ll split this tight little cunt in two.And you’ll take it.Every inch.”
She doesn’t close her legs.She’s trembling, but her thighs stay parted, a silent surrender.
I press the blunt head against her entrance.She gasps, clawing at the sheets, her entire body straining with tension.I can feel her untouched resistance in the way her slick clings, the way her walls flutter against the pressure.Virgin.Mine.The thought makes me savage, hunger tearing through my restraint like claws through flesh.
For one heartbeat, I hover there.A sliver of softness wedges itself into my chest.She’s small, trembling, and staring up at me with wide eyes shining with unshed tears.I could stop.I could pull away, pour myself a drink, burn this hunger out with fists and rage instead of her body.I could keep my vow to stay away from anything and everything related to an omega.
But then her scent hits me again, sweet and thick, wrapping chains around my will.And I lose the battle.With one vicious thrust, I bury myself inside her.
She screams, a high, broken sound that tears through the suite, but I don’t stop.I grit my teeth as her cunt stretches around me, so tight I see stars.Pain paints her face crimson, tears sliding down her cheeks.She claws at my shoulders, tries to push me away, but every struggle just makes her clench tighter around me.My cock swells harder, driving deeper until I’m buried to the hilt inside her, balls pressed to her slick skin.
She’s trembling under me, her body locked in shock.Her tight walls pulse, gripping me in a vice.And even through the pain, through the tears, her arousal betrays her.Her slick gushes hot around my cock, flooding the sheets, telling the truth her mouth won’t.
I lean down, pressing my chest against her small frame, pinning her beneath my weight.My lips graze her ear, my voice grows guttural.“Do you feel that, little omega?That’s me inside you.Filling you so deep you’ll never forget it.No matter who touches you after this, if I let anyone touch you, you’ll always remember the first Alpha cock that ruined you.”
I pull back and slam into her again.The bed rattles, the headboard slamming against the wall.Her sob slices through me, sharp and beautiful.My hips snap into her over and over, brutal and relentless.Every thrust wrings another broken sound from her lips, another claw against my back, another tremble of her tiny body pinned beneath me.
Her scent thickens, slick soaking us both.She’s torn between fear and instinct, her body’s betrayal making me dizzy with need.I bite her throat, hard enough to make her gasp but not hard enough to claim, and she arches, her cunt squeezing tighter, her slick flooding down my thighs.God, she was made for this.Made for me.Pure, perfect omega.
“Say it,” I snarl, fucking her harder, faster, my cock pounding so deep she sobs.“Say you’re mine.”
She shakes her head, tears spilling across the smooth skin of her cheek.“N-no...”
I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze to mine, thrusting until she’s choking on the cry.My voice is savage, commanding, stripped of restraint.“Say it, or I’ll keep you like this all night.Stuffed full, aching, and begging for a release you’ll never get.”
Her lips tremble.Her cunt clenches so hard it nearly unmakes me.Her moan is broken, wrecked.
“Yours,” she whispers.
The word detonates inside me.A roar tears from my chest, primal and raw.My pace turns brutal, savage, pounding into her with every ounce of strength I have.She cries my possession with every sob, every gasp, every quake of her fragile body beneath mine.
My knot swells, straining, begging to lock her down.I want to.God, I want to tie her to me, to claim her, to brand her from the inside out until she never doubts who owns her.But the rules echo in the back of my mind—no marks, no claims.I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to sink all the way into ruin.
