His cock pulsates as he pushes the rest of the way intohisLittle Omega below him. Nia moans as she arches upwards further into him. Suctioning him in an addictive way.
When he agreed to take Charles’s place here he never expected this. He had almost said no, but the urgency of the nurse’s tone when they called had changed his mind.
He had been vetted a decade back, his records were still valid, he just needed to do a quick physical and high-tail it to the clinic.
He hadn’t told his pack mates, he knew to ask for forgiveness—not permission.
“Alpha,” Nia mewls, her fingertips digging into his shoulder blades in an addictive manner. Her voice is a sultry lilt as it fills the space.
He wants more than anything to rip the blindfold off, to look at her face, but instead he relies on his other senses. Feeling her soft skin against his, her slick that enables him to slide all of the way into her, the addictive hushed moans.
“You’re perfect, Sweetheart.” He pumps into her a few times, testing her. Finding where she pulls, where she pushes back. The spots she seems to enjoy, the ones to avoid.
He presses his lips into hers again as he rocks up and further into her. His knot is begging to be inside of her. Throbbing as he hits it against her over and over again. He opens his mouth attempting to consume the omega.
He wants her more than he should. His pack had given up on searching for an Omega years ago, choosing to prioritize raising Charles.
He had accepted they would never find one, and yet, Nia was quickly forcing him towards a point of no return.
If not for the medication he took, he imagines he would be in a rut, mindless and desperately attempting to breed her. Over and over again.
Make her his forever and always.
Releasing her lips, he shakes his head to clear his thoughts. He moves his mouth to her neck, the side that isn’t marked. He licks up and down the sensitive skin, his tongue lashing out.
It takes everything in him to not leave his own mark.
But he would never do that to her.
“Alpha! Your knot!” she cries from beneath him. Her body pulsates and writhes as her nails break skin.
He growls at the sensation. He wants her marks all across him.
But it is the wrong thing to do.
She freezes, releasing her hold, and he pauses his thrusts. “Nia.”
“I’m sorry, Alpha, please don’t hurt me. I promise to be good. To be yours to use.” While it is Nia’s voice, the words areempty.The tone isdead.
She isn’t speaking to me. Her brain is muddled. This is trauma.
He controls his rage, the knowledge ofwhyshe would be like this. Of what could cause her to say this. Even in her state she has the wherewithal to beg not to be hurt.
Because she has been hurt before during her heats.
Luther wants more than anything to destroy those who have caused her pain. Except, Nia said her mate is dead.
I can’t fight a ghost. I can only help her now.
He begins to purr, attempting to sooth her. To sooth himself.
And it works. It isn’t long before she wraps her arms around him again. Pulls him to her. And he allows it. Hewantsher to have control.
Even as everything in him urges him to push his knot into her. To fuck her hard and fast into this nest. To wash off the scent-blockers and cover her inhim.
He doesn’t act on those instincts.
“Alpha,” she slurs. “Your knot. Please, it hurts. I’m so empty. Please.”
