Allen felt tears in her eyes, and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind. The wolf inside was crying and whining, clawing to get out. Allen didn't know what to do.
She whimpered and took a step back from Sebestian. This was all too much.
Sebestian Wolf sensed Allen Wolf's anguish. Sebestian wanted to protect her, to wrap his arms around Allen and never let her go.
So he walked right up to Allen once more and wrapped her around his arms once more. "Shhh, shhh, it's okay."
Allen whined and buried her head against Sebestian's neck. She let his scent fill her nose, calming her down. Her alpha's scent
"Please, please don't judge me," Allen whined.
Sebestian shook his head and rubbed soothing circles on her back. "I would never. Why would I judge you, my sweet omega?"
"I've never been in a relationship before; I am still a virgin. Every fucking time I went to the mating run, no one would go after me. Do you know how bad that makes me feel? That no one has ever wanted me? I mean, sure, people want me, but that's only because I am a fucking omega. I hate being an Omega Sebestian. I don't... I'm only good for sex, right? That's what I have been told over and over again."
Sebestian felt his heartbreak. How could people be so cruel to this beautiful girl? She was so much more than an omega.
When Sebestian felt something wet slide across his shoulder and neck, he knew Allen was crying.
"Allen.."
"I am sorry, Alpha; I didn't mean to say all that. Alpha I am sorry; please forgive me." Allen whined.
"No, no, it's okay. I'm glad you told me."
"I understand if you don't want me anymore," Allen says in a soft tone.
Sebestian sighed and placed a finger under Allen's chin, lifting her head up. "Don't you ever say that again. I want you so much, Allen. I am proud of myself that I get the chance to be your alpha, and I am glad that you're my omega. You need not despise yourself for being an Omega beauty. Sure, you're an omega, but that's what makes you special. And you're not just sexually attractive, sweetheart. You're worth so much."
"I... It's been a long day. Can I go to bed?"
Sebestian nodded and kissed the top of her head. "Of course. Let's get you to bed, darling."
The next day, when Allen woke up, she saw sunlight bursting through the windows and creeping through the blinds behind her closed eyelids. Allen groaned and slowly opened her eyes. When she looked around, she saw that she wasn't in her bedroom anymore, and when she felt a strong arm wrapped around her waist, she started to freak out. She slowly turned her head, and when she saw it was just Sebestian, the memories of last night came flooding back to her. Allen sighed and closed her eyes once more. The next thing she felt was a kiss on her neck, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Sebestian staring straight at her.
"Good morning, gorgeous," Sebestian whispered.
"Morning," Allen replied.
Minutes passed with them lying in silence until Sebestian decided to get up. Allen couldn't help but stare. Sebestian was only wearing sweat pants, and God, it really did something to Allen.
Allen herself was wearing sweatpants and a tank top. When Sebestian stretched, Allen saw his back muscles ripple, and she suddenly started feeling hot, so she looked away from Alpha. Sebestian, who wasn't facing Allen, smirked when he smelled a little bit of arousal coming from his omega. He chuckled and shook his head.
"I am going to make breakfast for us, darling. Feel free to take a shower if you wish." Sebestian spoke over his shoulder and walked out of the room with the same smile on his face.
Allen sighed and got up on the bed. She made her way towards the bathroom, and once she was inside, she closed the door and turned the shower on. Once Allen got undressed and the water was the right temperature, she stepped inside, and she felt like he was in heaven. The shower was amazing. It had a water massager; basically, it had everything Ashly ever desired. After cleaning herself, she got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she froze when she saw Sebestian enter the bedroom and stop in his tracks, looking at Allen.
Allen can see lust in Alpha's eyes because the way Sebestian was eyeing her up and down, it felt like she was going to be eaten alive.
Sebestian took a step and then another step until he was standing right in front of Allen. He placed his hands on Allen's towel, which wrapped around Allen's heap, and leaned in, pressing his face against the side of Allen's neck and breathing in. Sebestian practically purred, and when he brought his head back, Allen could see his pupils blow wide with lust.
"God Allen. Seeing you like this, your scent mixed with my body wash, it does things to an alpha." Sebestian growled.
"I..." Allen had no idea how to respond to that.
"Get dressed before I eat you alive, my little omega. Breakfast is ready, darling." Sebestian said it with a chuckle and left Allen in a daze.
Win and Brandon loved riling their lovers up. Braze was properly in the mood, and he was wild in the sack. They'd give each other a look and then surround him with a dual attack of mouths on his neck and lips until Braze was pliant between them. Celebrating their success, they'd then stand on their tiptoes to kiss over his shoulder. For some reason, whenever they tried to kiss around Braze, he seemed to shift and get in their way, meaning they had no choice but to lean over him. They had first assumed Braze just liked being sandwiched between them. But then Braze seemed to not mind Win or Damon being in the middle as he stayed plastered against their back, and he'd initiate a kiss in the exact same way, often steadying the hips of the person in the middle and making sure they stayed put as he leaned over their shoulder to kiss the other. In fact, Braze often placed himself in a position that made his height over the other person clear. He seemed to revel in plastering himself against
“Hey, Braze?” Damon purred, leaning down to brush his lips against his lover’s ear. “Hmm?” The older man smirked, tracing his fingers up and down the black-eyed male’s sides. “When I’m around you, I can’t think straight.” “Mm. That’s nice, Brandon.: Braze replied distractedly, his eyes devouring the text in front of him as he relaxed back against Brandon's chest, not noticing the pout that his lover sent him. Win snickered softly, sending the Omega an amused grin from his place on the floor. His hands moved absently over the other legs, tracing small designs on his calves. “Really, brother?” The blonde mocked her, smirking slightly. “I would think you could do better than that.” Brandon huffed. “Oh? And what would you say?” “Hmm...” Win tilted his head to the side. You must be tired, because you’ve been running through my head all day." “Is that how you get dates?" The older man inquired teasingly, raising an eyebrow. " Talk in a different language and assume the poor soul you’v
Braze has been touched before. Has had boyfriends who ran their hands over his skin and left behind a trail of hickeys. He’s been taken over by pleasure and felt speared to his very core, but nothing and no one has been like this. With every touch, his body shivers, the warmth seeping down through his skin and straight to his bones. There is a fire awakening in him, kindled by every careful and oh so deliberate touch, into something bright, brilliant, and more. Sex has always been the same, just with different partners. There is no real ‘newness’ about it; just the same actions, the same motions, and the same ending. But this is beyond new. He feels stripped, as if his very skin has been peeled away to leave nothing but nerve endings against bare flesh. There is no escaping his bond, not inside or out, and he can’t remember why he’d ever been hesitant, perhaps because he hadn't wanted this. Brandon is murmuring things—a string of words in a language that is not his own but sends shiv
“Favorite color?” Braze questioned, blushing slightly at the snickers Win gave. “What?” “Of all the questions, you ask that?" The blonde snorted. “How innocent.” “Just answer the question, okay?" He shot back, hiding his face in embarrassment. “Blue,” Brandon answered easily, his eyes amused. “Turquoise,” Braze blinked. “Why?” Win huffed, rolling his eyes. “Only one question at a time, Braze. Alright, when…” A brilliant smirk lit up his face, and the blue-eyed male cringed. “Did you lose your virginity?” “What?” He squeaked, mouth open. “You heard me." Braze asked smugly. “Now talk.” "I-I don't-" He shutter, flailing slightly. Brandon's received a betrayed look for his giggles. It was a game they played now that they’d decided to at least try to be around each other. They could easily open the bond and comb through each other’s minds for the answers, but that would be rude, and this was about trust and honesty. They weren’t ready for that sort of openness. “...two years ago.
“Braze,” Damon murmurs, crowding much too close for someone who doesn’t want this, and he’s not making it very easy for Braze not to turn and wind his arms around him like the bond so cries for him to do. “I’m-” “I think that it’d be best if we pretended this didn’t happen. He answered politely, stepping away from that warm hand and keeping his eyes down. We’ve never been a part of the same crowd, and I see no reason to start now. You don’t want the bond, and neither do I, so just... forget it.” And Braze walked away, strides quick and body tense as he left behind what had supposed to be his dream, his hope, his turning point, his love. What a sick joke. It does not go away, and it is not easy to forget. He dreams, and he finds himself with them, safe and warm and longing, and he forces himself awake. The bond makes everything different; it brings the danger of actually connecting their minds in sleep. Braze can’t let that happen. He needs to pretend, forget, and cover this ache t
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