Anarchy was a prison full of filthy, rutting alphas, and the soft moans of this angel were like tendrils of light cascading across a trench that had never known anything but darkness.
The bond between us was explosive.
We were suspended together, the onlookers no longer capable of taking up space in my mind, while I claimed my mate, but I knew what a show this would be.
She was a sight to behold, skin on full display, back arched as they watched an omega claim her first time. Every sweet sound she made, it was pure and natural, nothing performative.
Her golden eyes were wide as she looked up at me, her pupils quivering ever so slightly, side to side, which only added to thedesperation I felt from her. Every inch of our skin that made contact was a shot of ecstasy rippling across each nerve ending.
It was easy to forget where we were—or how we'd gotten here. It was easy to forget my own name as I drove into her, watching her arch beneath me, breathing quick, a glitter of sweat across her forehead.
I finished once, buried deep in her sweet cunt, filling her until it was dripping out between each thrust.
It sent her absolutely feral, letting out the most desperate sound the moment she felt it, her eyes rolling back as she shuddered from another orgasm. I think she'd been close, but it had pushed her over the edge.
As a male omega, my cum was both in excess and an aphrodisiac in itself. I could also go a few times before I was done.
“You want me to go harder, Little Firefly?”
“Uh huh.” Her eyes were dazed, her nails digging into my arms where she gripped me.
That was good, both because I wanted to ruin her until I couldn't anymore, and because there was a certain expectation of how this performance might go.
Sometimes, the tangled scents of the onlookers cracked the bubble I was in, but mostly, it felt like me and her.
I drew out of her, fixated on the way my cum leaked from her hole, already feeling a feral need to fill her again.
I dropped down from the table and tugged her to the edge, lifting her in my arms and setting her down. There, I kissed her, loving how her fingers crept to my cheeks again, letting me explore her mouth, fingers tangling in her hair.
Then I gently turned her around, touching the small of her back, the other hand in her hair as I pressed her forward. She gripped the edge of the table with one hand, turning her head,eyes seeking me for a moment, then squeezing shut when all she found were the bars.
This was a sight I'd never forget.
Her perfect body bent over for me. She was still breathing hard, and her back arched as she went on her tiptoes as she felt my fingers drop to her entrance.
She was a goddess.
I paused for a moment, feeling another surge of instincts as I considered this moment was shared. At the thought of every alpha in this room wanting this just like I'd have it.
My claim.
My warning.
Impossibly, I believed to the core of my being that if anyone tried to take her from me, I'd destroy them.
The thought, as irrational as it was, was an absolute pillar among my rampaging instincts.
So with my fist still gripping her hair, I pressed my length back against her and drove back intomyomega.
She gasped again, arching back against me, desperate and needy. “Good girl,” I breathed, leaning close, whispering the next words just for her. “You're taking me so well and keeping our pack safe.”
I could feel her through the bond, no longer afraid, instead a storm of need—for me.
She was mine.
VANDLE
The way Sin was fucking Crescent was definitely not the way you were supposed to fuck a virgin, but I couldn't take my eyes from them.