Prologue #2
“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.
By the time my knot has gone down, my omega is shivering slightly. We’re both filthy from the mud, but I don’t think either of us cares. He just needs another fuck to warm himself up.
When my cock finally falls from his ass, I stand and help him off the ground.
I quickly bend to pick him up and sling him over my shoulder.
He whines at the absence of me inside of him, so I fill his hole with two of my fingers, my cum slipping from his ass as I do.
He sighs contentedly as I march us back to The Den, past two alphas taking one omega between them.
When we enter, I barely see the low ceiling and the booths set into alcoves. The fire is going strong, keeping the coolness outside at bay. I march past the bar with the colorful liquor bottles toward the room I paid for.
‘Room’ is a generous description. It’s really a cave with candles for lighting and a pallet on the ground, topped with furs. There’s no door, leaving what we do here exposed, but I don’t care if people watch.
That’s the whole point.
Wolves don’t care. We’re pack animals at heart. We don’t mind sharing.
Or so I’ve been told.
Everything about this event is done to take us back to the days when we fucked like wolves.
I think I’d quite like to go back in time and experience it.
While we’re here, The Den will make sure we’re well fed and hydrated while the heat progresses, and when it finally breaks, we have a day to say our goodbyes before we leave for the real world once more.
My fingers slide from my omega’s ass, and I lower him onto the makeshift bed. He scrambles back, his eyes alight with fear and need. With want.
He wants more despite being filthy, covered with mud, my cum, and his slick.
Clean up will have to wait because I don’t plan on letting him off my cock until his heat breaks. I like the smell of his warm scent mixed with the earth on his skin.
I stalk toward him, my hands landing on his hips before flipping him over, my dick hard and ready to enter him once more.
“You want this?”
“Yes, Alpha. Yes!”
He cries out as I push inside, my body once more taking what it wants. I fuck him mercilessly until he’s chanting eagerly, begging for it to stop. For it to never end.
His skin is hot to the touch, sweat trickling down his dirt-smeared skin. That glow is back, his blond hair wet with sweat, his neck and ears pink.
I lean forward and reach between his legs, tugging on his cock, each thrust forward met with a downward shift of my hand.
“Who do you belong to, Omega?” I growl, and he moans as he comes.
“You,” he groans, his hole clenching around my hard length as he continues to release onto the furs below us.
I don’t let up until he’s almost passed out. His cum lines the pallet, and by the end of this event, the room will be a mess, filled with cum, slick, and dirt from outside.
It’s not meant to be clean. It’s meant to be primal.
My fingers leave bruises on his skin as I pound into his limp body.
The slick sound of our sweaty skin hitting fills the air, his soft little moans as he comes once more.
His body is now prone on the makeshift bed, and I grind into him, using his hole, feeling the way his body trembles with each forward thrust.
His eyes are closed, his mouth open slightly.
His hands are curled into the furs. The sight of him, almost ethereal, is too much.
I feel my knot expand, and as it stretches him wide open, I fall onto his back.
I stay like that for just a moment, relishing how close he is to me before I twist and lie us both on our sides.
His trembling form is pressed up against my sweaty chest as my hand curls around his neck.
“So beautiful, my omega,” I whisper, and he sighs, wiggling into me.
I let my rough hands move down his chest and to his limp cock. It’s sticky from cum and his dripping slick, but I still play with it, tugging on it until it’s hard in my palm once more. He whines at the feel of it, of being asked by his alpha to come again.
But he does.
The fluid spurts and trickles over his tip and onto my hand. I spread it around my fingers as I move to touch his balls. I roll them against my palm before dragging my hand up to his neck once more. I feel his pulse, strong and steady beneath my fingers.
“You tired?” I ask as I squeeze gently.
“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. One I found.
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?”
“Yes. Yes, you do. I thought since I was your first, you wouldn’t know, but you do, don’t you?”
“An alpha always knows.”
I stare down at him and then can’t help but reach out, tugging his hair, pulling his head back, his neck exposed. Something possessive moves through me, and I can smell his scent changing. Almost like crushed berries.
“Why do you smell so fucking good?” I ask, and his cheeks pinken. His fingers come up to the pendant he’s wearing, and he fiddles with it.
“You smell that?”
“Mm,” I say, moving my nose up his neck. “You smell like shortcake.”
He lets out a soft moan. “No one has ever told me that before.”
“You do. You smell fucking edible.” It comes out as a growl, and I lick up a vein protruding from his neck. “I should mark you right here, should make you mine.”
He groans, writhing against me, arching up, begging for it.
I won’t do it, though. I don’t want to be tied forever to someone I don’t know—but fuck, the fantasy is nice.
And it’s doing it for my omega, so I lean down and let my teeth scrape over the pulse point in his neck.
His scent seems to change with his moods.
Now it’s more like amber. Alluring and unique, just like him.
“Gonna mark you and make you mine.”
He moans, his hands sliding around my back and pulling me close, letting my lips drag across his skin, sucking marks onto him. He likes it based on the way his fingernails drag down my back, the mewls he makes as I claim him in the only way I truly can.
When I finally come up for air, I fuck him nice and slow, my eyes on his the entire time. And he holds on, his body convulsing beneath mine as I knot him for the final time that night.
Tomorrow I’ll take him again, I think as I roll us onto our sides and keep him close. His body is limp and still, his breathing telling me he’s asleep, exhausted from the chase, from the heat, from the fucking.
But that’s okay, I’ll let him rest now because when we wake, I’ll make him mine once again.