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Before I know what I am doing, my teeth are on his flesh. Gently pressing down. Confirming and accepting his submission.
Fuck. I’ve thrown him into a heat. The most primitive part of his mind has concluded he is defeated and his best chance of survival is to seduce me instead.
Instincts and urges take over completely and suddenly I’m pushing into his tight, hot hole. He moans, then gasps before wriggling. “It’s too big!” he whines. “You were begging for it a minute ago,” I snap. “Make your mind up!”
“Bare your throat to the Alpha!” I snarl. I could pull his head back and force it, but it would make the gesture meaningless. A forced show of respect is no respect at all. Something hits Callum right in the face. With horror I realize it’s spit. Fitz has spat in Alpha’s face instead of bearing his throat. I’m so shocked, horrified and outraged, that I’m frozen in place.
Right now, I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone so much.
Callum and Fitz are glaring at each other and I can’t help feeling a little proud. Alpha is an intimidating man. My omega certainly has balls. The thought makes me wince. He is not my anything.
I inch closer. He yelps and drops to the floor, covering his head with his arms and curling up into a small, protective ball. He is cowering before me and all I want to do is reassure him. I drop into a crouch in front of him. He sobs and the sharp smell of urine fills the basement.
“Shut up, you love it once it’s in,” I pant. He whines again. “I hate that I want you!” I huff. It’s probably the most honest thing he has ever said to me and it feels like a relief to finally hear the truth. No more lies between us. “Me too, sweetheart,” I growl as I slide all the way in.
It hurts to admit it to myself, but I had been wishing for Fitz to grow into a sweet little omega that I could welcome into my arms, my bed, my life. Perhaps even make him my mate. A noise that sounds suspiciously like a sob escapes from my throat. His booby trap didn’t kill me. But it has murdered all my hopes and dreams.
My wolf is enraged. It wants to rip Callum’s throat out. He dared to touch Fitz. There has never been a worse crime committed in all of history. I’m glad Fitz broke his nose and kicked him in the balls. It’s the very least that Callum deserves. I’m proud of my omega.
“What do you like about it, tell me!” I say. He swallows audibly. Then he takes a shaky breath. “I… I like the way you smell. I like the feel of your hands on me. I like being close to you, it feels good. And when you put your arms around me it feels like everything is okay, like I’m safe.”
needed to be held. He is a touch-starved omega who never got to grow up sleeping in a puppy pile. Instead, he grew up all alone, abused and beaten by cruel hunters. Of course he is craving touch. Simple kindness, warmth, connection. The feeling of safety that only an alpha can give. And I’ve only given him sex, so that is all he thinks there is.
He doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore. Fine, I’m a big boy. I knew he would get bored eventually. But I can’t stand the torment of his presence. I want him too much. I want far more than his dick, but at least when I was getting that, it kept the starvation at bay. I can’t be around him and get nothing. That’s why I left.
Fitz gives me a strange look that takes me a moment to decipher. Then I get it. Hero worship. Makes a whole heap of sense. Of course Fitz is going to think Silas Darkstar is amazing. I can almost see Fitz setting fire to his goals of becoming a sweet, biddable omega. He has got a new role model now. A deadly, terrifying one. And I kind of like it.
