“Yes,” he whispers.
“Too bad. There will be no sleep. Not yet. I’m not done with this pretty ass.”
He groans as I hold him against me, my knot starting to deflate.
My cock slips from him as my fingers loosen around his neck, and I flip him onto his back. Hovering over him, I take a moment to look at my omega. He’s pretty, even with the wolf mask on, with the mud smeared across his face. He has long limbs, pale white skin, and different colored eyes—one blue, one gray. His blond hair is longer on top than on the sides, and his body is thin and defined. On his chest sits a pendant hanging from a necklace. A rock, something purple and blue. It shines just like him.
He’s a beautiful treasure. OneIfound.
I unfurl my fingers and slide them down his chest until they’re curled around his hips. I lift him up, and his legs fall open, exposing himself to me.
“Such a sloppy, used hole,” I tell him, pushing my dick back inside of him.
He groans, arching up, his back lifting off the bed.A true work of art, I think as I use him once more, making his cock jerk and release over his stomach, his eyes wet with tears as I own him, as I give him what he needs.
An omega might deny they want this, may fight their instincts like hell, but deep down, they do. They want it with a primal urge.
He signed up for this hunt for a reason.
He wants to be owned by an alpha during his heat, to be wrecked completely.
“So fucking pretty,” I growl. “Mine.”
I grunt as my cum and knot fill him up once more, my instincts telling me to breed him, but knowing that’s impossible. Men can’t get pregnant. Perhaps they could back then, but it’s not something that male omegas are capable of anymore.
So I push that urge aside and just let our bodies connect, my arms bracketing his head, my mouth just inches from his.
“What’s your name?”
“Omega,” he replies, his voice soft. And then he adds a sweet little “Alpha” at the end.
“Mm, good boy.”
I wet my lips, wondering if I should kiss him, to see if his mouth is as sweet as his ass, but before I can, I hear footsteps. A server wanders into the cave and sets down fresh fruit and two cups of water.
I don’t even look at her, just stare down at the man beneath me.
He blinks up at me, those eyes flashing with yearning. His hands travel up my chest, threading through the hair between my pecs to the scar I wear on my shoulder.
“You thirsty?” I ask.
He nods, his throat clicking.
I feel something shift inside of me, some innate need to care for the omega in my charge.
I lean up slightly and grab the water. He lifts onto his elbows and takes a sip from the cup I hold at his lips. He sighs after gulping it down, flopping onto the pallet when he’s done.
I reach over and grab the other cup of water and chug it, some of it slipping down my chin and chest.
My omega stares up at me, hunger in his eyes.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
I grunt, flexing my cock and making my knot flare. His eyes widen, and he groans, a blush moving up his chest and to his face.
“I fuck my omega so good, don’t I?”
