A Delicious Sinful Bite

FUCKED BY AN ALPHA AND A ROGUE KING.

I shouldn’t be here.

The thought repeats itself as I smooth down my dress for the third time, fingers trembling slightly. Zuta insisted I stay for dinner—her father’s meeting with the Rogue King was “just politics,” she’d said, waving her hand dismissively. But everything feels wrong tonight. My skin is too tight, too hot, like I’m burning from the inside out.

“You okay?” Zuta whispers, leaning close as we take our seats at the massive dining table. Her father, Alpha Kade, sits at the head, and God, I force myself not to stare.

Kade is… enormous. Shoulders that could carry the world, arms thick with muscle that strain against his fitted shirt. I’ve spent countless nights imagining those arms, imagining him pinning me down, his weight crushing me into the mattress as he fucks me raw. imagining how his thick cock would feel splitting my Virgin pussy open.

“Alina?”

“Fine,” I squeak, cheeks flaming. “Just warm.”

And I am. Impossibly, unbearably warm. There’s a prickling sensation building beneath my skin, a restless ache settling low in my belly that makes me shift in my seat.

The double doors open, and the Rogue King enters.

My breath catches.

He’s different from Kade, leaner, with an edge of danger that radiates from him like heat shimmer off asphalt. His eyes sweep the room and land on me for just a fraction of a second, and something primal jolts through my core.

“Darius,” Kade greets him, standing. Even his voice does things to me, deep, commanding, the kind of voice that could order me to my knees and I’d thank him for it.

Focus, Alina.

I press my thighs together under the table as they exchange pleasantries, discussing borders and treaties and things I should be paying attention to. But all I can think about is Kade’s hands, those massive, rough hands, and what they’d feel like gripping my hips, holding me in place while he pounded into me ruthlessly.

The ache intensifies.

Something’s wrong. This isn’t normal. I’ve had crushes before, spent plenty of time fantasizing about Zuta’s father in the privacy of my room, but this… this is different. This is consuming.

“The northern territories remain contested,” Darius says, his voice a smooth rumble that seems to vibrate through my bones. He’s seated across from me now, and when his gaze flicks my way again, his nostrils flare slightly.

My core clenches violently.

“We can negotiate terms,” Kade responds, but his attention shifts too. Those storm-gray eyes, the ones I’ve imagined looking down at me while he splits me open, land on me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch.

Can he tell? Can he smell it?

The thought should terrify me, but instead, it sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs. I imagine him shoving back from the table, stalking toward me, those big hands wrapping around my throat as he growls that I’m his—

“Alina, you’re flushed,” Zuta murmurs, concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

No. I’m not okay. I’m burning alive, and every second that passes makes it worse.

“Just need some air,” I manage, starting to stand.

Bad idea.

The moment I move, something shifts in the room. The air grows thick, heavy with a tension I don’t understand. Both men have gone utterly still, their gazes locked on me with an focus that’s almost predatory.

Kade’s jaw tightens. “Little Omega.”

“Excuse me,” I interrupt, my voice breathy and desperate even to my own ears. I practically flee from the room, Zuta calling after me in confusion.

I make it to the hallway before my legs nearly give out, and I brace myself against the wall, panting. The cool stone does nothing to ease the inferno raging under my skin.

What’s happening to me?

My dress feels like sandpaper, every brush of fabric against my nipples sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my core. I’m wet, embarrassingly, obviously wet, and the empty ache inside me is growing unbearable.

I need… I need… get out. Maybe find a save corner. I need to touch myself. I need some relived. I think I’m in heat. I’m in a freaking heat and I haven’t even found my mate yet.

I hear Footsteps behind me. Heavy, deliberate.

I turn, and Kade is there, filling the hallway with his presence. His eyes have darkened to thunderstorm gray, pupils blown wide, and the way he’s looking at me, like I’m prey, like he wants to devour me whole.

“Alpha,” I breathe, and even I can hear how the word comes out: pleading, needy.

He takes a step closer, then stops himself, every muscle in his body going rigid. “You need to go to your room. Now.”

But I don’t want to go to my room. I want him to crowd me against this wall, want those huge hands all over me, want him to rip this dress off and fuck me until I can’t walk.

“I don’t…” I shake my head, words failing. “Something’s wrong. I feel—”

“I know what you feel.” His voice is strained, rough. “You’re going into heat, little Omega.”

Heat. Fuck. I know.

The word detonates through my hazy mind.

“First heats are unpredictable,” he continues, still maintaining that careful distance even though I can see the way his hands flex, like he’s fighting not to reach for me. “And yours is… strong.”

He can smell it. Of course he can smell it. Every Alpha in this house probably can, and oh God, that includes—

Another presence appears at the end of the hallway. Darius. The Rogue King’s eyes are molten gold, fixed on me with the same barely restrained hunger I see in Kade’s face.

“You didn’t mention,” Darius says quietly, dangerously, “that there was an unmated Omega in your home.”

“She’s under my protection,” Kade growls, and the sound goes straight to my clit. “She’s off-limits.”

“Is she?” Darius takes a step forward. “Because her scent is saying something very different.”

I whimper—actually whimper—and both men go impossibly still, their focus sharpening on me like predators scenting blood.

This is bad. This is so bad.

But my body doesn’t care about bad. My body is screaming for them, for their touch, their teeth, their knots. I want Kade’s massive frame pinning me down, want to find out if the Rogue King fucks as dangerously as he looks, want them both.

“Alina.” Kade’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. “Go. To. Your. Room.”