JAYDEN’s POV

~Do you think he could be our mate?~

A soft growl echoed through my head and my breath snagged. But I knew it wasn't Rafael. It was… My wolf? The one I didn’t have or thought I didn’t.

The voice in my head purred again. ~He’s ours. You feel it, don’t you?~

Still thinking, I stumbled back. Unfortunately, it was too fast, and I slipped. The tray hit the ground with a loud clatter and the plates shattered. My palms hit the tile. Shame flamed under my skin.

~You idiot. But don’t worry. He’ll save us. I can feel it.~

That annoying voice again.

I blinked furiously, fighting the sting in my eyes as I scrambled on all fours toward the mess. My fingers shook as I tried to gather the shattered pieces.

One shard sliced into my skin and a whimper tore through my throat.

“Don’t bother yourself,” he said, his voice like dark silk—smooth, deep, and soaked in power. “I can help you.”

“Help me?” I whispered, barely able to breathe as I turned to meet his gaze. “I’ll do anything for you to help me. My Boss mustn’t see this.”

Those piercing silver eyes stared at me like a blade slipping between ribs. My blood began to boil in my veins as my heart melted like ice cream under the noonday sun.

His lips parted slightly. “Alphas get lust spikes near mating season. Right now, your scent might be pulling me in like gravity.”

My scent? I must’ve been leaking pheromones like an Omega in need.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You know what to do. I hate repeating myself.”

I crawled forward on my knees submissively toward where he stood in the bathroom’s doorway. Steam still curled around his skin, and the towel around his waist clung low, teasing what lay beneath.

Rafael went down on his knees.

His breath fanned my face—hot, damp, and electrifying. His proximity lit my blood on fire. My cheeks burned. My whole body glowed from the inside out.

The air between us crackled, as if the very molecules were aware of what was about to unfold. The closer he came, the harder it was to think.

Something primal inside me twitched. I pressed my thighs together harder to ease the throb building in my rear. My teeth sank into my lower lip to stop a sound from slipping out.

My eyes fell to his mouth—full, pink, and sinful.

Hmmmmm, I want him to ruin me.

His fingers brushed against my lower back, and a violent shiver tore through me. The touch was so light it almost wasn’t there, yet I felt it everywhere.

He leaned in, close enough that our noses almost touched. “I thought it was just lust but your scent...” His nose brushed my throat. “It’s addictive. You’re an Omega in pre-heat.”

That last word made my breath stutter. So that’s what this was?

That aching tension. That unbearable burn. That tremble in my limbs every time he got too close.

~Let him take us~

The voice in my head said, more like a verdict. I gasped softly as my body trembled as his palm grazed my side.

He was also breathing heavier.

The towel at his waist shifted slightly. I didn’t dare look down, but I felt what was coming. And it terrified me... but it thrilled me more.

His silver eyes dropped to mine, and my whole body locked up. His gaze alone had me clenching my legs tighter, as though that could stop the flow licking through my rear.

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “My almost perfect little needy Omega.”

Those words should’ve made anger rush through my veins. They should have made my fists clench, made my chest tighten with fury or made me scream but they didn’t.

Instead, they made my length twitch. They made me ache. And I hated it. No, I loved it.

I wanted him. And every instinct in me screamed ‘submit’.

I started to turn away, to escape the heat that was rising inside me too fast, but he stepped in by reaching for my chin with two fingers and tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes again and all I did was let out a whimper.

Before I knew it, he brought his lips to mine.

His lips were devouring, hot like fire and soft like jelly. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a claim. His tongue slowly pressed past my lips, teasing me like he had all the time in the world.

His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer when I tried moving backward, remembering he was an Alpha.

A moan escaped my lips into his mouth, and that sound—so needy and shameful—echoed back to me like a confession.

~You like that, don’t you? Let him taste you alive. Fuck. I love this.~

I tried to pull away again, but his teeth grazed my lower lip, and I melted right there, my thighs trembling from the tension building beneath my skin.

My wolf whimpered, growing hungrier for his scent. For his taste.

He pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with mine, his lips still brushing against my own. “You taste like something I’ve never tasted before,” he whispered, his voice soft. “You’re delicious.”

I shuddered.

He rose to his full height, and I just remained there—wet, and dizzy with lust. He didn’t need to order me. My body already knew what to do.

He pulled me up and began to close the distance between us. His right hand, gentle but possessive, as though I was his to handle. And maybe… maybe I was.

The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I fell backward. He leaned down and kissed me again, more patiently this time. Just his lips and breath.

Then he reached for my shirt.

Slowly, he began peeling it away. Every inch of skin he uncovered was met with a kiss. It was burning, wet, and claiming. Starting right from my collarbone to my ribs, his mouth followed the fabric’s trail, making sure I felt each new place his lips touched.

I gasped when his lip dipped just below my bellybutton. My length was already hard but it was trapped beneath the fabric of my boxers, twitching against the restraint.

His mouth hovered above it. “You’re not small,” he murmured, his eyes filled with lust. “That’s going to feel good sliding down my throat.”

He barely finished speaking when a moan slid out of my mouth. He gripped the waistband of my boxers and peeled them down.

JAYDEN’s POV

My length sprang out—seven inches, throbbing, hot and dark at the tip. He licked his lips and lowered his mouth.

No—No—No.

His lips wrapped around the tip of my length, and my head slammed back into the pillow.

“Uh—ahhh…”

He sucked slowly. His tongue circled my tip, teasing me. Then he pulled back and placed a long, wet kiss to the base. Then another sloppy one which was hot, slick, and filthy.

His hands spread my thighs wider. His mouth trailed lower to my balls, sucking one into his mouth with a hunger that made me cry out.

“R-Rafael… please…”

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t rush. Rather, he slurped and kissed, his tongue trailing hot licks along my skin. My toes curled, my thighs shook as my whole body screamed with sensation.

His tongue danced around the head of my length, dragging along the underside so slowly I was shaking. His lips wrapped around me like silk with a warm breath, and his hands held my thighs open.

I panted as sweat dripped from my skin, and my precum leaked from my length while my hips twitched every time he moaned around me. He swallowed me down again—deeper this time, his throat massaging my length—and I felt my release build.

It surged fast. Really fast.

“Oh… shit… I’m gonna…”

He pulled back entirely with a wet pop, his lips red and glistening.

“No,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Not yet.”

My brain stopped working.

“Please,” I gasped, reaching down towards my length. “Don’t stop. I was almost…”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking like the devil. “You said you would do anything for me, didn’t you?”

“I… yes! Just… please…”

~Ugh, you’re embarrassing,” my wolf’s voice groaned in my head, dripping with attitude. “You can’t even take a little edging? Where’s our dignity?~

“Dignity?” I hissed out loud, to myself, still clutching my hard length. “You literally just told me to let him eat me alive minutes ago!”

~Yeah, well… he stopped mid-feast. That’s an offense.~

I blinked. “Are you… are you sulking?”

“Did you just talk back to your own wolf?” Rafael’s voice cut in, amused and smug as hell.

I looked up, flushed and mortified.

He was laughing. Full chest, smug Alpha laugh.

“You just got your damn wolf, didn’t you?” He teased, his eyes gleaming. “All thanks to me.”

I scowled. “That’s not your concern.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he paused before he continued, “You're adorable.”

He dropped onto the mattress, sprawled like a king in his full Alpha glory. His chest rose and fell with slow, commanding breaths, his silver eyes fixed on me like I was dessert.

My eyes went below as his right hand got rid of the towel.

His length stood proud, taunting me. I can’t size up the inches but it was long. It was also glistening with oil. Was he using his hands on himself in the bathroom earlier?

He ran his fingers lazily across his abs.

“You said you would do anything.” He reminded me, his voice low and sinful. “So tell me, what can you do for me?”

I was there, still panting, trembling, hard and leaking. My body was screaming, but my voice faltered.

“I… I’m not sure,” I said honestly, my cheeks burning. “I’ve never… I’ve only ever used my hand. And my… you know. Just fingers.”

Embarrassed, I rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t think I’m… good in bed.”

Rafael’s smirk deepened into something darker. “You mean,” he said, pushing himself up on one elbow, “no one’s ever been inside you?”

I nodded, swallowing my spit which was already getting hotter in my mouth.

His growl rumbled across the room, deep. “Good,” he said. “Then I’ll be your first.”

“W… What?”

“I want you fully naked,” he commanded.

I blinked. “What? Right now?”

“Right here. Right now. On my bed.”

My fingers moved before I could think. I reached for my shirt and slowly peeled it off, heat crawling up my neck as his gaze devoured me.

Every inch I exposed was met with a low, hungry sound from Rafael.

When my shirt dropped to the floor, and I stood completely naked, he let out a low, muffled moan that went straight to my rear.

“Shit,” he muttered, stroking himself once. “You're fucking perfect. Come here.”

And I moved.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me without stress, pinning me beneath him. His hot body melted into mine while his chest against mine, his length heavy and hard against my thigh before he slid upward.

His fingers threaded through my hair and tilted my head back gently. “Now open,” he whispered.

I gasped before I opened my mouth for him.

He fed his length into my mouth slowly. The size of it makes my jaw stretch wide. The scent of him—raw Alpha musk, spiced cedar and lust—flooded my senses.

I gagged on the first push, pulling back slightly.

His fingers held me in place. “Relax your throat, baby,” he whispered. “Take me in. That’s it.”

I released my mouth and he eased forward, letting him sink deeper. And damn, he was huge. My mouth was full—Inches of his thick Alpha length, pulsing with heat, throbbing as it slid farther in.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I pushed through, determined, and desperate for him inside my mouth.

“F… fuck,” Rafael moaned above me, his hips rolling slowly as he pushed himself deeper. “That mouth. Shit. You were made for this.”

The heat in my mouth bloomed. His length filled my mouth, pressing my tongue deeper with every slow thrust. And I wanted to make him moan louder.

I don’t know what came over me—hunger, heat, or just raw, maddening lust—but I devoured Rafael like I would never taste length again. I sucked on him like a glutton. Like a starving Omega kneeling at the feet of a god.

He moved in my mouth, stretching me until drool pooled. My throat burned and I obeyed. I bobbed my head, slurping with messy, eager sounds, and let his taste drown me.

“You’re a fucking mess down there,” Rafael grunted, gripping the back of my head. “Suck me like the little lengthslut I know you are.”

He continued thrusting into my mouth—faster, deeper, rougher—until I was gagging between moans, my eyes watery, my throat raw, but damn, I was so hard I could cry.

He growled, his hips pounding into me like I was nothing but a slave to use.

Just as the coil in my belly began to twist tighter, a loud, obnoxious ringing cut through the moment.

The fucking landline.

Rafael snarled, dragging his length from my mouth with a slick pop. I blinked, dazed, my lips bruised and my chin soaked with spit and Alpha scent as I breathed heavily.

He grabbed the phone off the dresser and answered, still panting. “What?”

I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but his face twisted into pure rage. “I said, I’m busy.”

There was a pause after. Then his voice dropped lower into a snarling one. “I’m claiming what’s mine.”

Then, he smashed the phone onto the floor. The glass shattered across the tiles.

I flinched. My heart, racing faster in my chest.

He turned back to me, his eyes wild. And without another word, he crawled back down the bed and pushed me flat on my back.

“You’re not cumming yet,” he muttered. “Not until I taste you.”

His hand slid down my trembling thighs, spreading me open. He didn’t even hesitate. He just sank between them, his face buried where my heat throbbed the most.

He breathed right into me.

My hips jerked. “Oh… oh no. Not yet!”

That warm exhale against my slick rear made me shudder like a broken dam. It was humiliating how wet and desperate I was.

I gasped aloud, my hands clutching the sheets as Rafael’s tongue dragged across my rear.

“Please… It’s… It’s so good.”

My head snapped back as Rafael’s tongue plunged deep. Slick sounds echoed in the room, each stroke of his tongue lapping at me, dragging sparks and absolute insanity.

I tried to push him off in order to breathe, but he gripped my hips down hard, holding me still like I was his meal and he hadn't eaten in weeks.

I trembled as I cried out, my toes curling. And still, he continued.

My wolf was somewhere in the back laughing and hollering like we had just won the Alpha lottery.

That—Bitch.

Then Rafael pulled back, just slightly, his voice a low, hungry growl against my slick hole. “You think that was good, sweetheart?”

A high whine spilled from me, humiliatingly eager.

His eyes burned into mine, glowing with Alpha fire. “Wait till you feel me inside you.”

RAFAEL's POV

~You’re seriously licking an Omega’s hole right now?~

That voice in my head—the guttural rasp of my inner wolf—grated like gravel dragged across steel.

~Fuckin’ pathetic. You? Rafael? First son of Alpha Zane? With your tongue deep in a slick, moaning brat?”~

I didn’t answer him. Mostly because I was too busy moaning into the Omega’s trembling ass. He tasted like sin. Like honey and slick heat and everything wrong wrapped in a perfect, fuckable body.

I’ve had my length in dozens of wolves. Alphas. Betas. But never an Omega.

They are needy. Clingy. Whiny little heat-chasers who fell in love after a good knot and started dreaming of a future together.

I never entertained them. I never touched them. I never kissed one. But then I saw this one. The very one my tongue was lapping over his needy hole.

Doe-eyed. Soft. Built like my own personal temptation. That mouth, those thighs, that scent—even without a wolf, he made my blood boil.

And when he suddenly had a wolf? I craved him more.

I hated it. And I couldn’t stop wanting him. I still wonder how the bitch knew my name, though. Well, he must be one of those craving me. Will give it to him.

~~~~~

He whimpered, his hole fluttering against my tongue like it was begging to be eaten alive.

“Please,” he gasped, his hips twitching. “R-Rafael—more—please—”

I lifted my head just slightly, the Omega’s slick dripping from my mouth. “You’re still begging?” I smirked. “You almost ran off crying minutes ago.”

“I—I know,” he whispered, his voice wrecked. “But I want more. Please…”

I leaned down and gave one last wet kiss to that throbbing, dripping hole. Then, I pushed up and wiped my mouth.

“You’re lucky I’m generous.” Then, I reached for the drawer.

He blinked up at me through wet lashes. His legs were shaking, his length still hard and untouched, leaking precum like a faucet.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Educating you,” I muttered. “Now hush.”

I returned with lube and cuffs in one hand, something small and shiny in the other.

His eyes widened while I grinned.

I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. “No squirming,” I whispered.

The cuffs snapped into place with a beautiful click.

“You said you’ve never done this before, right?”

He nodded.

“Well,” I said, kissing his throat, “lesson one, when you're with an Alpha, we take our time.”

I dropped between his legs again, but this time… I didn’t lick. I let my fingers glide over his entrance, teasing, circling, and letting him feel the pressure.

Then slowly, I pushed one finger in.

He arched, crying out.

“Easy,” I murmured. “Breathe through it. I’m prepping you.”

~He’s so tight I can’t even get one damn finger in without him crying. Typical virgin Omega.~

“Because he IS one, asshole,” I snapped back at my wolf. “And he’s mine tonight.”

His thighs trembled.

“Good,” I said, curling my finger just right. “You’re taking it so well.”

Then I slid in a second finger.

He shrieked. “R-Rafael! That’s too much—oh fuck!”

“Shhh,” I whispered, licking his inner thigh. “It’s just two. You’re doing perfectly fine.”

He tried to wiggle, but I had him pinned.

When I pulled my fingers out, he whimpered. His hole twitching and begging for more. His length was red, slick, and throbbing in the air.

I smirked.

“Lesson two,” I said, turning to the drawer again, “is that good boys don’t cum unless I say so.” I held up the small metal device—the plug for his length tip.

His eyes snapped open. “What—what the hell is that?!”

“A denial plug,” I said sweetly. “It’ll keep you from cumming. You’ll feel everything… but you won’t get to let go.”

He shook his head, breathless. “Y-You’re insane.”

I kissed his thigh. “And you’re hard as fuck,” I said, taking the plug and slowly sliding it into the head of his length. “So clearly, you like it.”

He screamed as he arched, tears welling in his eyes but he didn’t tell me to stop. I got up and reached out to the side drawer. I pulled out a condom.

~Don’t you even think of that condom. He’s clean. I want him raw.~

My wolf’s voice rang sharp and possessive inside my head, like claws dragging over metal.

I hesitated, holding the condom in one hand while the Omega trembled beneath me, still cuffed, flushed, and stretched from my fingers.

I dropped the condom.

He whimpered as I dragged the lube bottle over his length, slow and deliberate. The slick sound of it made him tense.

I flipped him to his knees, his chained hands crossed beneath him, his ass in the air like a perfectly desperate display. His back arched so beautifully, his hips trembling like he already knew what I was about to do. His hole was still slightly open from my fingers, glistening and twitching, begging to be filled.

I stroked my length once, coated in lube before I eased forward, pressing the tip of my length against his hole. He gasped, his hips jerking away on instinct.

“Shhh,” I murmured, gripping his hips to hold him steady. “Breathe. Just the tip.”

“R-Rafael… I can’t—I’m not ready—”

“Yes, you are,” I whispered. “You're perfect.”

I pushed in—slow, torturous inches. His body tightened, shaking under me. “Ah—fuck—it’s too big—”

“You can take me. You’re doing so good.” I murmured, pressing my lips to his spine.

He cried out again, his voice hoarse. “It burns—Rafael—it’s—”

“You’re fine,” I said, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Your body’s just getting used to being filled.”

He moaned, his voice letting me push deeper.

“Fuck—you’re tight,” I breathed, gritting my teeth, burying myself to the hilt. “You were made to take me.”

He shuddered, his arms trembling in the cuffs, his mouth open in a silent scream.

Unexpectedly, his body surged with a wave of something different—raw, uncontrolled. He jerked, his hips bucking back, a strangled growl falling from his throat.

He wasn’t just overwhelmed anymore. He was in heat.

He thrashed in the cuffs, his eyes glassy, sweat dripping down his temples.

“Rafael—let me go—please—I can’t—”

“You're staying right here.”

“Please—I need—need to cum—need to move—”

“Not now,” I growled under my breath, my teeth clenched. I reached down and gripped Jayden's hips tighter, forcing him still. “Breathe, Jayden. You're just in heat. It’s normal.”

“I—I can’t—I feel—ah—”

“You're just desperate,” I whispered. “And I’m going to help you through it.”

He shook beneath me like a fevered creature. So I flipped him over gently, laying him on his back. That denial plug was still locked in place, teasing his release just out of reach.

And his eyes looked straight into mine.

Fuck.

He was the most beautiful fucking mess I had ever seen.

“You’re mine,” I whispered before I pushed back in slowly, watching his face, inch by inch.

He gasped, arching slightly as I filled him again.

“That’s it,” I breathed, brushing his hair back. “Let me feel you.” I moved gently again and stopped as he clenched around me like his hole’s got a heartbeat.

“Rafael,” He whimpered, “you’re not moving—please—fuck me—”

I smiled. “No.”

“W-What?”

“I want to feel you like this. Feel how you moan when I stretch you open. Every damn inch.”

I rocked into him, letting the drag of every inch push a sound out of him.

“Ah—ahh—please—just—harder—”

“You’ll take it how I give it,” I whispered. “You’re not just a hole to fill, Jayden. You're mine to enjoy.”

He cried out again, his back arching, his hips trying to rise but I pinned him down, my length dragging slowly through his tightness, milking every twitch and gasp.

His head dropped back, his eyes wild. His heat, in full spiral. “I-I want you to claim me…” he whispered. “Mark me. Make me yours.”

I froze. Because deep inside, I knew once I claimed him, I would never let anyone else touch him again. And this wasn’t just about sex anymore.