Chapter 11
The alpha bit him.
The feeling of Oberon’s teeth sinking into the delicate flesh just above where his neck met his shoulder had Fenrir reeling.
Fireworks exploded.
He came for what had to be the tenth time, if not more.
Some dormant force within him pulsed awake and latched into place in a blink, bringing with it a rush of energy and an even greater awareness of the alpha claiming him.
At some point, Fenrir passed out, but when he woke, those teeth were still embedded, still clamped down, holding him in place as the alpha took pleasure in his body.
Fenrir might have cried.
Might have begged him to stop.
Might have implored the alpha to take him harder or slower or…He didn’t even know.
Time became a blur. There was no sun. No moon.
Everything boiled down to moments where he was being filled and moments where he was left empty and yearning.
There was nothing but alpha musk and alpha cock and alpha teeth.
Knots that ascended him to another plane of existence.
Oberon’s comforting words and pheromones whenever there was pain.
An invisible thread tying them together on a spiritual level science had yet to fully pick apart. Unprepared, his seams started coming undone, coming more and more apart with every imposing thrust of the alpha’s cock.
By the end of his heat, Fenrir’s body had come to one harsh realization.
The alpha was both his tormentor and his savior.
And just like that, one leash was traded for another.