She was still catching her breath, her cheek pressed against the cold locker, her hands trembling as my knot throbbed inside her. My arm was wrapped tight around her waist, holding her up, keeping her steady. Her heat-slicked thighs were soaked in everything I’d poured into her. But then she blinked. Just once. And her voice broke through the silence, soft and breathless and panicked. “Wait… Damon… is it not too early to meet the pack?” I didn’t answer yet. “I mean—” she kept talking, faster now, words tumbling over each other in a desperate rush, “they’ll all be there, right? The Betas, the Elders I stared at her, my hand still firm around her throat, my cock still buried inside her, locking us together. “I don’t want them to see me like this,” she whispered, panicked now. “I don’t want the entire pack whispering about me. I can’t—please—I’m not ready—” “I’m too young” “Kitten,” I said, and my voice alone was enough to make her stop mid-ramble. “Listen to me. Ri
~Damon~ “Good girl. Now stay right there and don’t move.” My voice dropped lower as I stepped in behind her, the sound of my boots sticking to the blood-smeared floor echoing through the hallway. Her palms were flat against the cold metal lockers, her breath already coming in shallow gasps. Her skirt was hitched high over her hips, the soft curve of her ass trembling, on display, open for me. Her soaked panties clung to one thigh, already stretched, already ruined. I reached down, gripped the inside of her knee, and kicked her legs open wider. She gasped, her body jolting forward from the sudden shift in pressure. “You’re dripping,” I said as I looked down, watching a slow strand of slick trail from between her thighs to the floor. “You’re so fucking ready for this cock, it’s embarrassing.” I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out—already thick, already hard, already swollen with the kind of need that made me dangerous. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroked once,
I groaned low in my chest, the sound spilling out between clenched teeth. I pressed her harder against the wall and dropped my forehead to hers. “Do you want to know what I was thinking while I crushed his cock in my hand?” I asked her, my voice tighter now, slower, like a threat wrapped in velvet. “I was thinking about the way you moan when I take you from behind. I was thinking about the sounds you make when I bite the back of your neck and tell you not to come until I say so. I was thinking about how your little body fits against mine, how your thighs shake after I’ve been inside you for too long, and how much I want to see you that desperate again.” She whimpered, and her hips arched forward. I kept going. “I was thinking about how easy it would be to take you right here. With blood still on the floor. With the smell of his piss and your heat choking the walls. I was thinking about lifting your skirt, pushing your panties to the side, and sinking into you so slowly you
~Damon~ She was standing by the wall exactly where I had left her. Her body was motionless, but her chest was rising and falling fast. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were huge, dilated, locked on me like I was a god she didn’t know whether to kneel for or run from. She had watched everything. And she wasn’t afraid. She was panting. She was trembling. Her thighs were pressed together, and her scent was pouring through the hallway like a wave of heat-drenched sugar and slick. I walked toward her, my boots leaving bloody prints across the tile, my chest still rising and falling with adrenaline. I didn’t blink. I didn’t rush. When I stopped in front of her, I was close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. She looked up at me like she was on the verge of falling apart. Her lips parted, but no words came. I reached out with my bloodied hand and cupped her cheek. “I told you to close your eyes,” I said softly. “I didn’t want you to see that.” She nodded
He wailed, but I didn’t let go. “Feel every second,” I growled. “Remember this every time you even think about another Omega.” That was what I told him before I grabbed his cock in my hand—not with lust, not with mercy, but with the precision of a man about to end something permanently. He screamed beneath me, his voice splitting the hallway as his spine arched off the tile, his heels kicking against the floor, but I didn’t stop. I pressed my knees into the inside of his thighs and spread him open like an animal being prepared for slaughter. He didn’t deserve modesty. He didn’t deserve dignity. He deserved to bleed. He squirmed under me, trying to twist his hips away, but I slammed them flat against the ground with one hand while the other gripped his shriveling little cock between my fingers. He was already soft, already shrinking in fear, and the smell of his urine mixing with the blood from his broken nose made me sick. I looked down at it—at him—and laughed. It wasn’t
~Damon~ I reached forward and grabbed him by the throat. “You knew. You smelled it. You followed her scent down that hallway like a dog with his dick out. You waited until she was alone. You waited until her mind was hazy and her body was weak, and then you pushed her against the wall and told her you didn’t care if she was claimed. You told her you’d bend her over and teach her how to behave.” I looked up suddenly and stared past him, locking eyes with Lyra, who hadn’t moved an inch. She was still frozen in place, her breathing shallow, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. She was watching me with something burning behind her gaze—something wild, something electric. I turned back to him. “And when I told you to let her go,” I said slowly, “you turned to me and said we should share her. That we should fuck her together. That she might even thank us for it.” I leaned in until our foreheads nearly touched. “You said that to me. While my Omega was still trembling behind you