The scent drives me faster, the vision of him making my cock hard.
My legs pump, sweat rolling down my neck and chest as I get closer.
His gaze catches mine over his shoulder, and he gasps at how close I’m prowling, almost as if he didn’t expect to have an alpha after him.
I inhale, his smell stronger now, the scent of warm vanilla, like a freshly baked crème brûlée. My mouth waters, and a growl leaves me.
He hesitates slightly.
Maybe he thinks he’s safe because of the way he smells. Unusual, but not bad.
Sweet, new.
Something inside me twists and roars to life, something unknown and new.
I realize now that I’m fucking hungry and I want to feast.
My growl deepens, and I speed up, chasing after him. He’s wearing nothing but a mask and silver lace panties, his nude body reflecting the moonlight.
He’s ready for the taking. And I’m ready to rut.
The omega suddenly turns right, and my feet dig into the leaves and twigs as I pivot to follow. He’s not as fast as me, his masked face continuously twisting back to look at me as he pushes forward. He’s making a mistake in doing that. It slows him down, allowing me to catch up.
As I get closer, his scent grows warm and deep.
The slick of his heat hits my senses like a ton of bricks.
Another growl leaves me, and I reach out, my arm wrapping around his waist and tugging him into me.
He grunts and wiggles out of my grasp, but not for long. I leap and engulf him in my arms. His skin is glossy and damp with sweat, his need radiating from his pores.
He feigns a struggle, but I hold on. I’m not giving him up.
“Got you, Omega,” I rasp, pushing him up against the nearest tree. His hands fall forward against the bark, his back arching, ass on display, presenting himself. With a loud grunt, I rip his panties from him and step between his legs. I don’t hesitate, don’t even give him a chance to speak.
I take what’s mine.
I don’t even consciously think about it, allowing my baser instincts to take over. I slot my cock at his hole and push inside.
He whines at the intrusion, wiggling in my hold, but he’s slick and tight, and takes me easily. Willingly. He was asking for it. His scent deepens, and I swear his skin begins to glow, but I must be imagining it.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been inside anyone.
And I’ve never been inside an ass. It’s different. Good. Hot.
What a fine fucking ass this is, I think as I feel the convulsion of his hole around my length. From the way he’s moaning, I know he’s coming, that he’s spilling all over the forest floor.
Mmmm, I groan as I slam into him all the way, balls-deep inside of him.
He whines again, but I don’t slow down, don’t have a tender touch. I just fuck him hard and unrelentingly until he’s coming again. And still, I don’t let up. I thrust in and out of him, our hips slapping together, my fingers digging into his hips, his hands clawing at the bark of the tree.
He’s feral for it, and so am I.
I like how rough I can be with him. There are no tender touches, no need for sweet, whispered words. It’s just slick and warmth and moans.
Everyone can hear what we’re doing. I know this because I can hear them. All around us, omegas are being taken by alphas. Screams mix with moans, begging, pleading.
“More. More,” I hear my omega beg.
