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.

JAYDEN’s POV

“I-I want you to claim me…” I whispered. “Mark me. Make me yours.”

The only thing that followed was silence.

Rafael went still inside me, his length pulsing inside me. My wrists were still cuffed above me, my skin slightly red from pulling too hard.

“I can't mark you. Just take my length like a good pretty boy.” He growled and resumed thrusting. “I want to see you cry.”

He was so thick. So deep. I could feel him all the way up in my stomach like a hot, throbbing brand that stretched my insides open and ruined me inch by inch.

Never have I imagined my first time would be like this.

I tried to say something. To tell him it was too much, that I couldn’t handle it, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a high-pitched whine.

~You good down there, slut?~

My wolf. That loudmouthed little menace who decided to make his grand reappearance at the worst possible time.

~Got a royal Alpha length in you and you’re crying. Babe, do you even know how legendary that is? You better arch your back and take that shit with pride.~

“Shut the hell up,” I gasped aloud, my face burning.

Rafael chuckled above me, his voice all gravel and hunger. “Talking back to your wolf while I fuck you? That’s adorable.”

Then he shifted his hips and I swear… I saw stars.

I was so overwhelmed, it felt like I was being split open. But, I never wanted him to stop. Every push, every grind into my insides made me clench around him and cry out.

“Such a tight little hole,” Rafael groaned. “You were made for this.”

“Please…” I moaned, writhing under him.

“Please, what?” he asked, his hips suddenly rocking in slow, deep strokes that made me sob into the mattress. “Use your words, brat.”

“Please fuck me,” I cried. “More… just—don’t stop…”

He lowered himself, his breath hot on my neck.

“You’re gonna stay open for me like a good little bitch,” he whispered, biting down softly. “Take everything I give you. And when I say cum, you beg.”

“Yes—yes, Rafael—please—I’m yours—”

He stopped thrusting and flipped me over. Maybe, he was confused. I didn't know. A second after, he laid on the bed, facing up. He pulled me onto his body. “Ride me.”

“I-I haven't done that before.” I stuttered.

“There's always a first time.” He smirked.

His hands reached out to my waist, guiding me down onto every inch of his length like I was nothing but a toy molded for him.

“Look at you,” he growled, licking his lips. “So damn fucked out, still trying to ride me like you’re not about to collapse.”

My fingers dugged into the sheet, moans exiting my mouth as I shut my eyes, trying to suppress it.

“You always this noisy during sex, or am I just fucking you stupid? Oh. Forgot you're a virgin.” He taunted.

I couldn’t speak. My thighs were shaking. Sweat coated my chest. My length was still caged with that denial plug, throbbing, and leaking all over his abs.

He thrust up into me—hard—and I gasped like a damn pornstar. “You want to cum so bad, don’t you?” He whispered, then he bent my back and licked sweat off my chest.

“Please…” I gasped. “Take it out. Let me cum. Please…”

He finally reached down, wrapped his fist around the base of my length and yanked the denial plug out.

I exploded.

My release shot out of me, hitting his jaw, neck, chest and one heavy spurt landed on his lips.

He licked it clean and he moaned. “Fuck… you taste better than I imagined.”

Then he grabbed me—tight—and rolled us over, slamming me on my back with his length still inside. His abs flexed above me, his skin sticky with my cum, his silver eyes burning.

“You think I’m done with you?” He rasped.

He started to pound into me. Not gentle. Not slow. Just deep, raw, and greedy thrusts. I gritted my teeth, gasping, my body jolting with each hard slam.

“F-fuck—Rafael—slow down—”

“No,” he growled. “You came all over me. You made a mess. Now I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your name.”

~Not us getting folded like a wet towel. Rafael’s snapping our back like we owe him money.~ My wolf cackled.

I couldn’t keep up. His grip bruised into my hips, dragging me to meet every thrust. “You’re gonna feel me for days,” he panted. “You wanted to be claimed, didn’t you?”

“I—I forgot—” I gasped.

“No,” he snapped, biting down on my shoulder. “Say it. Say you want me to mark you.”

His length slammed into that spot inside me again and my body convulsed.

“I want you to mark me!” I cried out. “I want to be yours!”

Rafael didn’t stop. His thrusts got rougher, deeper. He grunted into my neck, his whole body tensing over me.

He was close.

Tears slipped down the corners of my eyes. Not from pain. Not from shame. Just… pure ecstasy.

I felt it all—the stretch, the heat, the release—as his length twitched inside me, pulsing hard before he came with a deep, guttural growl.

His release filled me—hot. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.

“R-Rafael—wait—” I gasped.

“Shut up,” he growled against my ear, his breath ragged. “I’m not done. I want more. I need more.”

His length, still hard as steel, kept pounding into me. His hips slammed against mine like he was trying to burn me into memory.

I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.

I was used. Fucked. Ruined.

And I loved every second of it. Though, it was painful.

He snarled suddenly and yanked me upright like I weighed nothing. Then, he pinned me onto the bed, my back crushed to his chest. His arm hooked tight around my stomach as his length speared right back into me—deeper, angrier, and wetter with our mess.

I screamed. “R-Rafael—please—”

His mouth was on my throat, sucking harsh marks into my skin while his length carved every nerve inside me raw. His free hand slipped between my legs, jerking my leaking length in rhythm with his thrusts.

~This is an exorcism. We’re getting spiritually rearranged.~

My eyes rolled back. My body jerked like a marionette. I could barely feel my legs. But my hole twitched. Each time he pulled back, it clenched for him. It begged. It dripped.

White heat exploded in my spine as he hit a certain spot inside me. I choked on a gasp. “You—You hit—what the fuck was that—?!”

He bit my ear. “Your prostate,” he growled. “And now that I’ve found it, I’m never missing it again.”

He hit it again. And again.

I cried. But the tears on my cheeks were from bliss. Every thrust made my toes curl, my hole clench, and my length throb.

~We’re gonna pass out. At least, it’s worth dying doing what I loved.~

“I’m gonna cum again,” I sobbed.

“You better,” Rafael grunted, pounding harder. “And you’re gonna cum on me this time. I wanna feel you lose it while I fuck you through it.”

With a strangled, filthy scream, I came again, harder than before. He snarled and slammed deep into me one final time.

JAYDEN’s POV

My release painted the sheets beneath me, my body trembling. A second later, I felt Rafael slam in deep and with a primal grunt, he let go inside me again.

We both collapsed.

His body was still pressed to my back, his chest heaving against me, hot and sweaty. Then he pulled out.

Our cum—his first and second load—began to drip from my fucked hole.

I whimpered, trying to close my legs.

But Rafael?

He slid down the bed slowly, like he was admiring the mess. His silver eyes locked between my thighs. His tongue swiped through my folds.

I bit my lip and moaned softly as Rafael licked me.

Even the mess on the bedsheets, he scooped it with his tongue. Before I caught a flash. It was a shadow on the balcony window. Someone had been watching.

I blinked and my heart skipped. But when I looked again, it was gone.

Still cuffed, “Come here,” I whispered. “Kiss me…”

Rafael looked up. His lips were glistening with our mess.

But instead of leaning in, his expression turned to stone. He stood up and walked to the drawer, took the keys, and unlocked the cuffs one by one without saying a word.

I sat up slowly, confused. “Rafael…?”

He didn’t look at me. “That’s the end.”

“What…?”

He finally turned. And when he spoke, his words cut. “I just made you what you really are. A filthy little Omega. The first taste was mine. The others can enjoy you now.”

“You didn’t mean that…”

His smirk was cruel. “I meant every word.”

He started pulling on his pants like I hadn’t just begged for him. Like I hadn’t just cum all over his body. Like he hadn’t licked it up like a fucking addict.

“Don’t catch feelings,” he said. “You said you would do anything. I took what I wanted.”

“But—” I croaked. “You said…”

He stepped closer, gripped my chin hard. “Say it.”

My mouth opened on autopilot. “Yes, Daddy Alpha.”

He let go of my chin and turned his back. And just like that, I watched him walk away.

My heart weeped. But as I stared at his broad shoulders fading into the hallway, something in me snapped too.

Fine.

You want a filthy Omega? I will be the sluttiest one this pack has ever seen.

Let’s see how long you stay away.

~~~~~

I sank deeper into the tub, letting my head fall back against the edge. The water had gone cold, but I couldn’t bring myself to move.

The soft candlelight flickered across my skin, casting shadows that danced across my chest but even in that quiet glow, I still felt raw.

I told myself I wouldn’t think of him again. But I did. His name echoed in my mind like a curse I couldn’t cleanse from my blood.

My thighs shifted under the water as my hand trailed down over my chest, over the spot where he had once kissed me. I sucked in a breath when my fingers grazed lower.

Even the memory of his voice made me shiver.

“Stay still, Omega. I want to taste you when you cry.”

I whimpered. My hand wrapped around my length, already semi-hard from thoughts I swore I had buried. But they clawed their way back.

The way his tongue had rimmed me, slow and filthy. The way he had gripped my thighs like they were his property. The way his mouth had spoken blasphemy against my skin and then baptized me in sin.

I stroked myself slowly, letting the ache twist low in my belly. My head lolled to the side, water sloshing gently around me, my thighs slick and trembling. The tip of my length throbbed under my touch, but nothing, not even my own hands could compare to Rafael.

He was fire. He was fury. He was the Alpha who shoved my legs apart and said: “So damn fucked out, still trying to ride me like you’re not about to collapse.” And I had moaned under his touch. I had begged for more.

One of my hands drifted lower, between my cheeks, teasing where he had once licked and fingered me open like I was dessert. The memory made my eyes roll back.

That moment when his tongue had pushed in. The stretch. The hot breath against my hole. The way he held me down so I couldn’t squirm away from the waves of humiliating bliss.

My body jerked, my breath hitching as my fingers circled that spot. The pressure, the burn, the tension crawling up my spine. It was all too much.

“My length. That’s all your body should ever crave, Omega.”

I whimpered loudly. I wanted to cry. But instead, I came hard.

The orgasm slammed through me like punishment, violent and sharp. My cum spurted into the bathwater, my thighs shuddering as I gasped and let the high drown me.

My eyes were glazed. My chest heaved. But I didn’t feel better. Not even close. Because no matter how hard I touched myself. No matter how far I sank into my own fantasies… It was always Rafael. Always him. Only him. Even when he called me useless. Even when he left me. Even when he made it clear I was just a stupid little Omega to him.

And now?

Now I was just a slut, touching myself to the ghost of a man who had thrown me away for the past week. Or maybe… I could get a chance to see him at the mating ceremony tomorrow.

Even that, would be just watching from afar.

From afar. Simply from afar.

Would that even quench whatever heat that has been heating up inside me?

I want Rafael. Maybe, I might get him tomorrow.

A thought crossed my mind before a smirk played on my lips.