MasukThe Omega's Curse.(4) The drive to Voss’s cabin took three hours. Elias spent most of it half-asleep in the passenger seat, legs spread, one of Voss’s thick fingers lazily pumping in and out of his leaking hole to keep the heat from spiking too hard. Every few minutes Voss would pull over on a quiet stretch of road, yank Elias’s pants down, and fuck him quick and rough in the front seat until another load of cum swelled his belly even more. By the time they reached the remote wooden cabin deep in the pines, Elias’s hole felt permanently open and sloppy, dripping Voss’s seed down his thighs with every step. Voss carried him inside like he weighed nothing. The cabin was simple but solid. One big room with a massive bed covered in soft furs, a stone fireplace, and thick logs that blocked out the rest of the world. Voss laid Elias on the bed and stripped them both naked. “Last wave is coming,” Voss said, voice low and certain. “Tonight we break the curse for good. No more cheap motels.
The Omega's Curse. The third night hit harder than the first two. Elias woke up shaking, skin burning like he had been thrown into a fire. His hole would not stop dripping. Slick ran down his thighs in steady streams even when he was not moving. His cock stood painfully hard, red and leaking. Every breath made his belly tighten with need. Voss was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed watching him with those cold blue eyes. “It is peaking. I can smell it. Your body is screaming for a real breeding this time.” Elias reached for him, hands shaking. “Please, Voss. I need you inside me now. It hurts.” Voss stood up and stripped slowly, letting Elias see every inch of his muscled body and the thick cock that was already hard and dripping pre-cum. He climbed back onto the bed and pulled Elias into his lap so they faced each other. “Ride me first. Show me how bad you need this rogue cock.” Elias did not hesitate. He straddled Voss’s hips, lined up the fat head with his soaked ho
The Omega's Curse. Elias barely slept that first night. Every few hours the heat flared up again, dragging him awake with fresh fire in his veins. Voss never left the bed. The rogue alpha stayed buried inside him most of the time, knot locked or cock half-hard, ready for the next wave. By morning the motel room smelled like sex and slick and alpha cum. The sheets were ruined. Elias lay on his side, body limp and covered in dried cum and sweat. His hole felt puffy and sore, but still leaking. His belly looked softly rounded from all the loads Voss had pumped into him during the night. Voss woke up first. He rolled Elias onto his back and pushed his legs open without asking. “Morning, cursed boy. Heat still biting you?” Elias nodded, voice rough from moaning all night. “It is quieter now, but it is coming back. Stronger.” Voss smirked and slid two thick fingers into Elias’s hole, stirring the mess inside. “Good. Means you still need me.” He pulled his fingers out, shiny and wet, an
The Omega's Curse. Elias woke up in the cheap motel room with his body on fire. Sweat soaked the sheets. His cock stood hard and leaking against his stomach. Between his legs, his hole dripped slick so much that the bed underneath him felt wet. The heat had come again, worse than last time. It burned deep in his gut, making every breath feel like too much and not enough. He knew what would happen if he did not get help soon. The curse that made him a rare male omega meant these heats could kill him. His body would keep producing slick and need until his heart gave out from the fever. Doctors could not fix it. Normal alphas could not handle the strength of it. He needed someone strong. Dangerous. Someone who could knot him through the worst waves without breaking. With shaking hands, Elias grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The dark web ad was still saved. One line only. "Rogue alpha for omega heats. No limits. Cash only. Call if you want to survive the night." He dialed the n
Rival Alphas.4 The full moon hung huge and silver above the clearing where the two packs had gathered. Everyone felt the pull. Fur rippled under skin. Eyes glowed. Tempers sat on a knife edge. But tonight was not about war. Tonight the alphas had called both packs together for something no one expected. Jace stood on one side of the wide grassy space, heart pounding hard. His body burned with the strongest rut he had ever felt. His cock pressed thick and heavy against his pants. Slick already leaked down his thighs, soaking the fabric. He could smell Kade across the clearing, that wild alpha musk stronger than ever. Kade stepped forward into the moonlight, shirtless, muscles gleaming. His golden eyes locked on Jace and did not let go. The packs murmured. Betas shifted nervously. No one understood why the two rival alphas looked at each other with hunger instead of hate. Jace walked out to meet him in the middle. Their packs formed a loose circle around them, watching, waiting. “N
Rival Alphas. The secret meetings became a drug neither of them could quit. For two weeks they snuck away every few nights. Sometimes in the neutral cabin. Sometimes deeper in the woods where no one would hear the growls and moans. Each time started the same. Angry words. Shoving. Then clothes ripping and bodies slamming together like they wanted to break each other. But tonight felt different. Jace stood at the edge of the river that marked the border between their territories. The water rushed loud in the dark, covering most sounds. He had told his beta he was going for a solo run. Lie after lie. All because his body burned for the rival alpha again. Kade stepped out from the trees on the other side. His scent hit Jace first. Stronger than before. Heavy with rut. Jace’s own rut answered instantly. His cock hardened fast. Slick leaked hot between his cheeks, soaking his jeans. They did not speak at first. They just stared across the narrow stretch of water. Then Kade crossed in
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