"Zero—"
"You won't be able to walk right for days," he growls against my ear. "Every step, you'll feel me. Feel what I did to you. And every time you see me in the hallways, you'll remember this. Remember how I took you apart."
His cock presses against my entrance. Demanding.
"Should have told me sooner," he continues, voice rough with want. "Should have warned me. Now I'm going to make sure your first time is something you'll never forget."
His fingers slide up and down my wet asshole like a tease before the head of his cock is there again, pushing forward.
"This is where you belong," he growls. "On your knees. Taking an alpha's cock."
I try to breathe. Try to prepare.
It doesn't help.
He pushes in. Hard. No warning. No mercy.
The pain is immediate. Blinding. My body stretches around him, burning, tearing, trying to accommodate something too big, too much.
"Zero—fuck—"
"Shut up and take it." He doesn't stop. Doesn't slow. Just keeps pushing deeper. Inch by brutal inch. "This is what omegas are made for. What your body was designed to do."
Tears spill down my cheeks. I can't stop them. The pain is overwhelming. All-consuming.
"Look at you." His voice is cruel. Mocking. "Crying already and I'm not even halfway in. Pathetic."
He grips my hips. Fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. And slams forward.
Buries himself completely in one brutal thrust.
I scream. The sound torn from my throat. Raw. Broken.
"There we go." He holds himself deep. Grinding. Making sure I feel every inch. "All the way in. Taking your first alpha cock like you were born for it."
"It hurts—"
"Good." No sympathy. No gentleness. "Pain means you'll remember who took you first. Who you belong to."
He doesn't give me time to adjust. Just pulls back and slams in again.
Hard. Fast. Brutal.
"This body?" He punctuates each word with a thrust. "Mine. This tight little hole? Mine. Every drop of slick? Mine."
The bench creaks under the force. My hands scramble for purchase on the leather. Finding nothing. No escape.
"You've been teasing us for days," he snarls. "Walking around. Smelling like that. Making me crazy. Well, now you're getting exactly what you deserve."
Each thrust drives the air from my lungs. Pushes me harder against the bench. My cock trapped between my body and the leather, the friction almost painful.
"Say it." His hand fists in my hair. Yanks my head back at a painful angle. "Say you're mine."
I can't. Can't speak. Can't breathe.
"Say it!"
"Yours—" The word breaks. "I'm yours—"
