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"She’s cute,’ Alpha Kane smirked, nudging his brother.
Simon didn't look at him. His eyes were already fixed on the Omega behind the service counter. But he'd never admit that. "I'm just waiting for my order."
Kane's smirk deepened.
The Omega stole a glance at Simon from the service counter, catching the annoyance filling his features. She felt the weight of the stares she drew from the others. The four alpha brothers had shifted the energy of the entire cafe the moment they walked in.
She loaded the tray and carried it over to their table.
"Alphas," her voice was soft, practiced. "Your cappuccinos," she said, setting down two ceramic mugs in front of Simon's twin brothers, Callum and Connor. "Your Acai bowl, Alpha Kane, and..." The scorching heat of Simon's stare made her gulp hard before saying, "Mocha... brown b-butt-buttercream..." He snatched the paper bag from her, not letting his fingers brush against hers, not even accidentally.
Not again. His control had slipped last night, and he would never let that happen again. It was already hard enough not to look at her. He was annoyed that his brothers caught him staring at her. As she nervously licked her plush lips to wet them, which were the softest shade of rose, something low in his gut clenched with an urge he refused to name.
"What's your name?" Kane asked, his curiosity piqued by whatever had hooked his brother's attention so completely.
"Hazel, Sir." Her eyes were warm, honey brown, the very color of her name. They flickered briefly to Simon before dropping away.
"How old are you, Hazel?" Kane's tone was light, almost amused, as his gaze drifted to the hickey that painted the curve of her neck. Her hair was pinned into a neat bun, exposing the line of her throat, her skin the color of fresh cream with a tiny hint of blush.
Simon's jaw tightened. He knew exactly how warm that skin was, how impossibly soft. He'd pressed her beneath him two nights ago and hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since.
"Twenty," she said quietly.
Connor's brow shot up. "And you haven't gone into heat yet? Not even once?"
"Late bloomer, probably," Callum offered with a shrug.
"Enough!" Simon growled, leveling his brothers with a warning glare. "You can go." He told Hazel before getting up from his seat.
Once she'd disappeared behind the counter, Connor leaned back in his chair with a lazy grin. "Bro, you've no idea what you're passing up. She's petite, with probably small boobs too. And if she hasn't gone into heat at twenty, she's got no clue how to fuck."
"He's not wrong," Kane said, watching Simon carefully. "Try fucking an Omega in heat, wild and desperate with lust, and you will forget this little Hazel ever existed."
"Oh yes, absolutely! Knotting an Omega is the best kind of pleasure out there." Callum said, getting excited about the Omega he and his other brothers were to share at night. They could never convince Simon to join them.
Simon said nothing. His eyes drifted once more to the counter where Hazel stood, her back to them now, her slim shoulders drawing together slightly as if she could feel his stare.
He always called omegas filthy and too promiscuous for his taste, and yet, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Omegas were born to pleasure the Alphas and breed for them, and Simon found it repulsive. Their pack, the Titan Ridge Pack, was alien to the concept of a fated mate. Just like their dad, Kane and the twins loved wild sex and their omega harems.
"Ebony will be going into heat anytime today. The way she sucks me down like her favorite dessert, fuck, you got to taste it to know what we are talking about," Connor added.
"No, thank you. They are all yours," Simon said and left without sparing another word.
Hazel sighed in relief when she heard the clunk of the closing door. "Back in a sec," she murmured to her coworker, slipping away before anyone could ask questions. She found her locker at the end of the narrow hallway and grabbed her purse tucked in the back. And inside it, the small pill case she never left home without.
It was that time of the month again, when she was supposed to go into heat. But she secretly took pills to suppress it. She'd been taking them since her eighteenth birthday. She had no idea what the heat felt like because of the pills.
The heat typically lasted for about three days, and the slick the Omegas produced was irresistible to the Alphas, triggering their rut like a chemical command. Even Omega males went into heat sometimes, and their sexual urges would make them insatiable, sometimes hurting an Alpha female when too lost in the lust.
Only an Alpha male could knot, and only an Omega in heat could endure it. The heat would pass after three days, creeping back each time after about two fortnights.
Hazel could suppress the heat by taking just one pill at the beginning of her cycle.
Until Alpha Simon.
Since Alpha Simon had laid his eyes on her, one pill wasn't cutting it anymore. Even with no slick, her sexual urges had turned stronger lately, and the way her scent affected him, she had a feeling that his wolf could pick up on something the other Alphas couldn't.
'Day three,' she told herself as she gulped down the second pill with a handful of water from the breakroom tap. Her heart was still racing. It hadn't stopped racing since she'd stood at that table, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.
She closed her eyes, pressing her fingers to her chest to take a deep breath.
'Don't think about it.' But the memories of the other night were already surfacing, making her think about when he lost control and touched her for the first time.
It hadn't been the first time he'd summoned her to his room. Five months ago, he had called her to his room out of the blue and told her to strip, just like that. She'd stood in the low light of his bedroom, confused, heart hammering against her ribs, and done as she was told. He'd watched her touch herself, his hand moving slowly over his own hardness, his eyes never leaving her, dark, unreadable, devastating.
When she reached for his cock expectantly, he hurled hurtful words at her, saying it was off limits. Every month since then, he bullied her like he hated her, called her his slave, and came all over her body a dozen times, but never touched her. And he didn't let her come. She knew he was afraid of losing control.
The other night had started the same way.
"Kneel," he ordered. She fell to her knees before the word left his mouth, waiting for his next instruction that always followed: 'Strip.'
She looked up at him when it didn't come.
He was staring at her, standing completely still, pools of emerald green eyes fixed on her with such longing intensity that she slicked her panties, even after taking two pills. He crossed the room slowly and crouched low in front of her. His fingers found the thin straps of her camisole.
"Are you fucking teasing me? What the hell are you wearing?" He growled, ripping the sunny yellow camisole with one solid tug. She cupped her breasts with practiced ease, like he always ordered her to, plumping them up for him to look at her pebbled nipples.
He let out a low, guttural sound of anger this time. His canines emerged under his lips. He grasped her chin, his fingers digging into her skin. "What are you doing to me?" Unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled out his hardened cock and pressed it against her lips. "Suck me off."
"Alpha..." With flushed cheeks and pulsing pussy, she stared at him in confusion, too scared to touch what was off limits.
"Don't bat those eyelashes at me like that!" He thrust his cock into her mouth, pushing himself all the way down her throat. "Oh fuck!" He lost his alpha tone for a moment, taken aback by the sensation. He suppressed a bark when she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and placed her other hand on his thigh. He loved her touch, and he hated how much he loved it. As spit dripped out of her mouth from gagging, he massaged the column of her throat, helping her take his full length in.
Tugging on her hair, he forced her to gaze up at him while thrusting himself in and out. "You love this, don't you?" His words were a throaty murmur, lost in pleasure.
"Mm-mm..." She shook her head and moaned on his cock when he pinched her nipple.
"I'll fuck your brains out if you moan like that one more time." He suddenly stopped and pulled out of her mouth, wiping the spit off her lips.
She stared at the hard edges of his torso as his shirt slipped off his shoulders. Her eyes blazed with lust at the sight of his raw masculinity. He scooped her in his arms and pinned her to his bed, his cock growing painfully hard against her thighs.
His mouth crashed onto hers like a storm breaking. He was hungry and forceful, and she met him with equal heat as the need to come devoured her. She wrapped her legs around him as he pulled her flush against the hard line of his body. His tongue plunged deep, sliding against hers and sucking on it, groaning and tangled in lust.
When her nails clawed at his back, his canines came forward again, ready to mark her. He sucked on the spot where he was planning to mark her, nipping and soothing it with licks until he heard a hesitant voice call to his wolf: Mate.
Was that her wolf? He tore away from her, pushing her hands off his body.
"Get out!"
"Um-"
"You heard me. Get the fuck out of here before I rip that pussy up."
"Hazel... Hazel, hello! Come back to earth, pfft." A hand waved in front of her face. She blinked, the fluorescent hum of the breakroom rushing back in all at once. Her coworker Jade's voice snapped her out of her lustful thoughts. Jade was also her best friend and an Omega.
"Will you be done soon today? Ebony went into heat." Her bestie's voice was faint and indistinct, as meaningless as background noise from the TV monitor in the hallway."Uh-"
"Hazel, what's going on? You are burning up. Are you feeling dizzy or something?"
"No, no, I'm all right, she replied, quickly shutting her locker door. "Let's go watch Ebony and the Alphas tonight."
She wanted to see what the fuss was all about and why Ebony was so into getting fucked by a bunch of Alphas all at once.
She beamed at him triumphantly, eyes glazed, completely ignoring the word 'punishment'. After two weeks of late nights, trying and failing and trying again, she got him to cum at last. A lot. "Finally!" She said, practically levitating."You shouldn't have done that, Princess." His voice was barely above a breath.His fingers instantly closed around her nape, cupping it and tipping her head back until her throat was fully exposed to him. She grabbed his shoulders for support, feeling something low in her belly tighten."I wanted to wait until you went into heat," he said, dragging his mouth along her neck, sucking hard at her skin and licking harder."It'd have been so much easier on your tight, little pussy," he rasped, lips grazing her throat with every word. "But you had to push all my buttons and make me so desperate for it. My wolf is telling me to pin your face down on this bed and fuck you so hard and deep you'd forget your own name." Moans spilled from her in waves, soft at
The next morning, once Callum and his brothers left for the training grounds, Savannah approached Lucie and Maisie at the breakfast table. Both sisters were several weeks pregnant and glowing with contentment. Looking at them made something hollow open up in Savannah's chest, making her mate bond with Callum feel incomplete. She confided her deepest insecurity, that she was failing Callum where it mattered the most to him. She hoped they could share what had worked for them with giving midblowing blowjobs."I think he's just playing you," Maisie said. "At least from what I heard from Connor, your mate is crazy about you." "Yeah, he probably enjoys it a lot and wants to prolong it as much," her sister added. "Why else would he spend every night with you?""But he doesn't stay. He leaves once he makes me come."The two sisters shared a look before bursting into giggles. "Well, of course," Lucie said, smiling. "He has to go jerk off in his room. Can't have blue balls for weeks.""Are y
Pulling out of her mouth felt like prolonging his own torment. She stayed on her knees, looking up at him from below, watching him stuff his length back into his pants. "You're just finding excuses not to mark me, aren't you?""You haven't really given me the one reason that would make me mark you.""What reason? You gave me enough reasons to pack my bags and leave with my dad tomorrow." She began to pull herself up from her knees. His hand came down on her shoulder, pushing her back down."Is that a threat? Try leaving and see what I do to you." He pressed his cock to her face through his pants, grinding it slowly, feeling it twitch against her cheekbone.He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "I want you to crave my cock as much as I crave your pussy. I won't have it any other way." His hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head further back and pressing his bulge to her lips. "I don't like scared, timid, or jumpy. I don't want your nervous, edgy hands on me, so full of doubt a
Within two weeks of the mating ceremony, Alpha Dante showed up at the Titan Ridge Pack. Something was wrong with his daughter. Usually, she was so chatty with him that he had to cut her off gently to get back to pack business. But ever since her fight with Callum, she hadn't been talking to him properly. Her messages were short, and her calls were brief. Dante was so pissed when Callum hung up on him rudely that he reached out to Callum's uncle, Ronan, and requested that he get involved as well. Ronan eyed Camille, who accompanied Dante, with interest. "I thought you said you were taking her away with you for your daughter's sake?" "Yes, I challenge your nephew to look at his ex-girlfriend while my daughter is sitting right next to him." "Dad!" Savannah shot him an exasperated look. His sudden appearance with Callum's uncle had already put her in a bad mood. She couldn't stop judging him for showing interest in Camille, who was almost two decades younger than him, and now he was ma
"You are such trouble," he said, voice husky with desire. His eyes flashed a breathtaking sunlit gold, and his canines lengthened in his mouth, just for a moment, before disappearing. Her heart thrashed in her chest at the low growl.His hungry fingers slipped into her panties. She grabbed his wrist and squeezed it in her hand. "No... stop." She tried to shove it back but he didn't stop. Wrapping his free arm around her tightly, he rubbed her pussy."Don't pretend like you don't want it, baby." He moved his hand in and out of her panties, letting the heel of his palm graze her clit over and over.The pressure in her core rose sharply, and her nails dug into his forearms. Pleasure came rushing in seconds."Sweet fuck," he groaned, licking his warm fingers off her release and placing them back on her swollen pussy lips. "You moan like a sweet little prey. Gosh, the things I want to do to you," he muttered against her ear, moving his lips down to her neck.Her brows knit together at the
She felt him standing far too close, close enough to notice her uneven breathing."Wow, for someone who looks so innocent, your dreams are super filthy."She said nothing. Her chest continued to rise and fall in shaky, unsteady breaths as nerves coiled tightly inside her."Look at me, princess." The rough, gravelly edge to his voice made her heart skip a beat. Her deep gray eyes lifted to his, and he could see himself in them."Princess?" She repeated softly. He took a step back from her, releasing the grip on her arms. She was too caught up in the moment to take her hands off his chest yet."You're a spoiled little princess. Your daddy sheltered you far too much. I think you should stop being so delusional and imagining things that never happened. Even worse, dreaming about me doing things to you.""You know it happened." She pushed her hands harder into the solid warmth of his chest and closed the distance between them. "Are you afraid of admitting that your wolf lost control?"He