Slave Me, Daddy Alpha 4

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.

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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.