Don’t worry, pretty omega. When I’m done fucking you, I’ll drag you back to The Den and fuck you there as well. Fuck you for as long as you’re in heat.
The idea of it makes me wonder why I’ve never tried this before, why I’ve never participated in the Heat Hunt, or thought of fucking a man.
This is just what my wolf needed.
My omega is perfect.
Harsh grunts escape my throat as I slam into him over and over. His moans sink into my skin, and I feel him come again. My hands slide up his back and move into his unruly golden hair, holding him roughly as I pound in and out of his tight, slick channel. When I grab onto his shoulders, my cock out of hishole for a second, he slithers down and veers right, escaping my grasp.
“Fuck!” I shout as I rush after him, pissed that he got away, wanting to knot that ass, wanting to claim him all over again.
I want to punish him for being so irresistible, for making me feral.
Lucky for me, he’s not fast enough to truly escape. He doesn’t even really try. He’s easily caught.
This time, I make sure to give him no advantage. I shove him onto the ground, onto his hands and knees, and impale him again. He groans and writhes, fucking back against my cock until I start to lose control. He’s wet and smells like fucking dessert.
I want to eat that ass.
I want to see if it tastes as good as it smells.
“You were born to be bred,” I hiss and then shift his hips up more, his knees off the ground, and angle my cock down into him.
He screams, his face in the mud as I rut into him. The feel of him tight around me, the complete surrender of him on the forest floor, has my knot expanding, my orgasm pulsing through me for several minutes until I finally sag against him, my fingers loosening their grip on his waist, his knees set gently back onto the ground.
I can feel his skin buzzing, that glow settling into a warm tone.
What is he if not fully omega?
I don’t know. I’ve never met someone like him before.
Neither of us attempts to move, lying still, breathing heavily, not saying a word, just listening to the howls and groans echoing around us. The omegas have all been caught, the alphas fulfilling the bone-deep desire to hunt, capture, and take.
My hand runs down his glowing skin until it lands on his ass.
I spread his cheeks and stare at my dick inside of him, the swollen knot making his hole spread wide.
I slide my finger around the slick, pink entrance, and he huffs, leaves rustling under his breath.
“You’re my first male omega,” I tell him, and he whimpers as I push a finger inside of him. He must be unbearably full right now, but that doesn’t stop me.
I’m so fucking fascinated with the way he feels, how different and so right.
“Do you like it, Alpha?” he asks, and I pull my finger from him, sliding it into my mouth and tasting him.
Yes, he tastes just as good as he smells.
Like a warm vanilla pudding.
“Mhm. I’m going to do things to this ass,” I murmur, wanting to get him back to The Den so I can fuck him again, lick him, take him in every way possible.
“Am I your experiment?” he asks after a moment of silence.
“Is it an experiment if I like it?”
He hums under his breath, his eyes shutting.
And I just keep touching him, his back, the bumps of his spine, pulling his cheeks open and watching my knot split him wide open.
