Jace

I was deep into the rut, and I knew what she wanted—an alpha, a man who would protect her, a beast who would force her to submit. She wasn’t trying to stop me. No, my beautiful, wild omega was testing me, her mate.

I had viewed such tales with a little distaste before, but now, now I understood.

“No!”

Her hiss accompanied me pulling all the way out.

I pi

“Mine!” I growled, lips curled back.

She arched, sobbing in frustration when I easily held her still.

“Tiny, weak little omega,” I taunted. “Where are you going to go?”

Scooping my cum up in my fingers, I offered it to her lips. “Open up, baby.”

She shook her head, eyes spitting fire. Smirking, I smeared it over her lips, and in an instant, her tongue was out, lapping it up, eagerly taking more from my fingers like a dutiful little mate accepting her dues, all the fury forgotten as she got my seed inside her. She needed this, needed to feel me in every way, and she would.

It didn’t take long before the impatience rose in her again.

Flipping her over onto her belly, I dragged her hips back, lined up my cock, and sank deep.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, pushing back, arching, wriggling.

I gri

Her answer was a sharp climax that had me gritting my teeth. My knot bloomed and locked, and with my head thrown back, I roared my release. Her pussy milked me, coaxing more of my seed, and I kept on coming. Leaning down, I drew her hair aside and sank my fangs into her throat.

Mine!

Her blood was scalding on my tongue, a chemical cocktail that went straight to my cock, ripping another savage climax as I dumped cum deep in her belly.

Awareness shifted, the air thickening, the scent of her lust, her slick, her sweet omega pheromones like a blow between the eyes. Deep in the centre of my chest, an awareness bloomed.

Pleasure.

Her pleasure, my pleasure, twisting up.

“Jace.”

Her whine reached through the euphoria, my fingers finding her throat, holding her still and to me. Her little whimper said it comforted her as she battled the same emotional storm I did. Her pussy fluttered, and she rolled straight into another savage climax that ripped another heavy spurt of cum from me. My teeth sank deeper still, the beastly side of me demanding I mark what was mine well, so that no other male would be confused.

Mark.

Yes, we needed to mark her pretty skin. My lips popped off, shifting, finding fresh flesh and biting again. As soon as my knot softened enough, I turned her over, pushed her face into my throat, and putting my full alpha bark behind it, ordered her to, “Bite.”

She did, small teeth savaging me. I cupped the back of her head, glorying in the sharp sting. “Good girl, mark your mate.” And she did, over and over, nails and teeth finding my chest, arms, throat, hips, belly as she showed me that she claimed me too.

I rutted her with the lazy regard of a predator who has fully claimed his prey, taunting her with what she needed, my cum, but never giving her quite enough, instinctively knowing that would drive her heat higher still. I played with the plug, between working it in and out, moving to a thicker one, relishing every guttural cry that left her lips as I tormented us both with what was to come. I ate out her pussy, lapped at her clit, pushed my cock between her teeth and fed her my cum, smeared it over her body, her throat.

Finally, when we were both so deep into the haze of collective rut and heat, I tossed the final plug aside, slicked up my engorged cock, and taking the wriggling little omega in hand, worked my thick length in.

Her cries were ones of tormented pleasure, begging and demanding I give her her due.

There, with my little omega on her hands and knees, my cock shuttling in and out of her arse with the same ease I’d earlier taken her hot cunt, I found a rapture that transcended all former experiences of my life. This here was the pi

“Come for me, omega. Come now. Encourage me to give you my seed everywhere, like a good little omega needs.” I swiped my fingertips back and forth over her swollen slippery clit before plunging three thick fingers into her well ravished cunt.

She came, ripping another shuddering climax from me as I emptied into her arse, and all the while, Sloane groaned and convulsed around my cock and fingers. The ecstasy was like endless waves, her pleasure, my pleasure, all rising together.

My chest felt full, too full to contain all the potent emotions crashing through me, but overriding even the pleasure was a feeling of finding what I never knew was missing from my life, a feeling of belonging.

“Jace!”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.”

My cock slipped free, and I gathered her into my arms, my beast gentle now, sated in the hazy buzz.

She clung to me in a way I’d never experienced before. I felt like a fucking god to have this woman, this omega, pouring her love into me, battering me, commanding me to give love in return.

“I love you,” I said, lips against her hair, and my mate cried, small hands fierce as they gripped me.

I felt like I’d been hit by a semi. Love? The word didn’t feel adequate for the tsunami that was destroying my previous notions of the term. This wasn’t love, this was something else—an all encompassing melding of souls.

It was only later, much later, when the fuzzy haze dissipated, that reality crashed in hard.

Beyond my apartment window, daylight was rising, casting my room in shades of grey. It might as well have been a harsh spotlight and not the soft glow of approaching dawn.

The nest, what there was of it, was scattered to the floor, the covers screwed up and soaked with slick and cum, but my omega, the most precious thing in my world, was what stopped my heart before it kicked back into a sick, languid thud.

When you love someone, you care more about the other person’s feelings than your own. I’d heard that but hadn’t expected to be true, so when I looked at Sloane, my mate, my heart, my fucking everything, all I could feel was pain. I knew what this was, I’d seen it before. The bites, the smears of cum, the stringy hair, the marked skin. Fuck, had I seen this on Ella…but this time, I was the perpetrator.

Forcing my weak legs to move, I eased from her arms, went to the bathroom, and turned the water on, waiting a few minutes to check the temperature before returning to the bedroom.

“Come on, baby,” I said, gathering her in my arms.

“What’s happening?” she mumbled, small hands clutching out of fear I would put her down. Through the bond, I felt her alarm that I might set her aside.

“It’s okay, baby, just going to get you cleaned up.”

I felt sickness roil in my gut. Sloane would be screaming and pushing me away in a moment when she realised what I’d done, what my beast had done to her.

Inside, the fucker was preening. He liked the marks and her languid state. To him, she was a well rutted and claimed omega wearing the evidence of his prowess. The man in me recoiled at everything he rejoiced over.