"Zero, please—"
"Please what?" He releases my hair, brings that hand down to my jeans. Pops the button with practiced ease. "Please fuck you? Please ruin you? Please show you what happens when you tease an alpha?"
The zipper drags down. Loud in the relative quiet.
"I'm not—I wasn't teasing—"
"Liar." He shoves my jeans down. Rough. Impatient. The denim bunches at my thighs, trapping my legs. "Everything about you is a tease. The way you look at me. The way you bite your lip when you're nervous. The way you smell—"
He breathes in deep. Nose pressed to the back of my neck. And the sound he makes is almost pained.
"Fuck," he breathes. "You smell so good. So fucking perfect."
His hand slides between my legs and I jerk, hypersensitive, every nerve ending on fire.
"Jesus Christ." His fingers explore. Rough. Demanding. Finding the slick that's already gathering. "You're so wet for me. Already dripping. And I've barely touched you."
Shame burns through me. Hot and overwhelming.
"Don't—"
"Don't what? Don't point out that your body wants this?" He presses a finger inside. Just one. Just testing. "Don't notice that you're slicking for me like a good little omega?"
The word makes something inside me clench. Tighten.
"That's what you are, isn't it?" His finger crooks. Finds something inside me that makes me see stars. "An omega. In a house full of alphas. Did you really think we wouldn't notice? That we wouldn't smell it?"
"I didn't—I was taking suppressants—"
"Not anymore." He adds a second finger. The stretch burns. "Now you're just raw. Exposed. Vulnerable."
He scissors his fingers. Stretches me. And it hurts. Burns. My body trying to accommodate the intrusion.
"Zero—that hurts—"
"Good." But his other hand gentles on my hip. Almost tender. A contradiction to his words. "Pain means you'll remember this. Remember me. Remember who you belong to."
"I don't belong to anyone—"
He pulls his fingers out. I hear him working his own jeans open. Metal. Fabric. The whisper of denim sliding down.
"You're about to."
His cock presses between my cheeks. Hot and hard and too big. Even through the slick, I can tell this is going to hurt.
"Wait—Zero, I've never—"
He goes still. Completely still. His hand on my hip tightens.
"Never what?"
"I've never—" The admission catches in my throat. "I'm—"
"Virgin." The word comes out dark. Possessive. Not a question. A claiming. "Fuck. You're a virgin and you've been walking around my house. Teasing me. Teasing my brothers."
I can't speak. Can't defend myself.
"You know what that means?" His hand tightens on my hip. "Means I get to be your first alpha. Get to show you exactly what it's like. Get to ruin you for anyone else."
