LOGIN“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. I will go hard and fast. Your hands stay on my thighs at all times. If I ask for a color, you respond immediately. One tap for green, two for yellow, three for red.”His thumb dragged slowly along my lower lip before he released me.“Do you understand?”My mouth filled with saliva. I nodded and shifted closer, anticipation tightening every nerve in my body.His hand shot out and tangled in my hair before I could think. He pulled my head back until I was forced to meet his gaze. A small, helpless sound escaped me.His pupils were blown wide, swallowing the color of his eyes, his upper lip pulled back slightly in a feral snarl.The alpha was losing his composure.“Words, omega.”Heat shot through my stomach at the sound of it. The word should have felt degrading—nothing more than the label stamped onto my biology—but instead it burned through me like fuel. The urge to press myself against him, to mark him with my scent and claim him just as fiercely, p
My eyes tracked him as he stalked across the room and lowered himself into a high-backed chair. The loss of his proximity gave me just enough clarity to realize where I was.The room was larger than I’d expected. A wide bed sat against one wall, sheets dark and neatly made. Along another wall hung an assortment of implements arranged with deliberate care. Some looked like whips. Others resembled paddles or straps. I had never seen most of them outside of movies, and certainly never imagined them in a bedroom.There was also a large X-shaped contraption bolted upright near the corner that I deliberately ignored.The room and its contents were a stark reminder that I was very likely in over my head.But I would never let him see that.He leaned back in the chair like a king claiming a throne. His long legs were spread, posture deceptively relaxed. If not for the obvious strain of his erection beneath his pants and the tension along his jaw, he might have looked casual.“We have much to
I followed the alpha through the club. He moved with quiet certainty, steady and unhurried, and the crowd parted for him without question. People shifted out of his way instinctively, as if they recognized authority even here.I had to weave around dancers to keep him in sight, my shoulder brushing past warm bodies as the music pressed in on all sides. He didn’t look back to see if I was following. He didn’t need to.He led me to the back of the club and through a set of padded doors. The music dropped instantly, reduced to a muted, rhythmic thump that pulsed through the walls rather than filled the air.We stood in a narrow hallway lined with the same padded material as the door behind us. The lighting was low and deliberate, casting soft shadows along a row of identical doors that stretched down both sides. Each one was closed. Each had a small number and a sleek keypad mounted beside the handle.The door closest to me bore a red 1.The air smelled wrong. Clean, but aggressively so,
The air was warm, scented with leather, perfume, and something sweet beneath it, a mingling of everyone’s presence without the sharp, aggressive musk that came with alpha posturing. Nothing here felt like a challenge. Nothing was trying to dominate the room.People stood in small, loose clusters, not pressed together the way they were in bars, but angled toward one another with deliberate intimacy. My mental image of a kink club was both right and wrong. Some people were dressed the way I’d expected, leather, harnesses, lace, skin on display. A woman knelt beside a barstool in a delicate set of lingerie, her posture calm and proud rather than ashamed. Others wore jeans and button-downs, looking almost out of place until you noticed the way they touched and were touched.I tried not to stare, but it was difficult not to. Toward the center of the room, a small stage had been set up, and a beautiful young man stood naked, restrained against a frame while someone delivered careful, rhythm
Finding the club had been an accident. I had gone into a bar down the street, but it only lasted a few minutes before the overwhelming scent sent me back outside, my head swimming and my skin crawling as if I had been submerged in something too thick to breathe through.I wanted the smell out of my nose and off my clothes, so I walked. I had always loved walking at night. The crisp air usually calmed me, and the city felt softer after dark. Strings of lights lined the streets. Voices drifted out of open storefronts and half-lit windows, a low murmur of other people’s lives continuing on without me. It had always been comforting.It used to be comforting, anyway.Being an omega changed that. Walking alone at night was dangerous in a way I had never known before. I’d been hit on plenty of times in my life, but now the attention felt sharper, uglier, the words stripped of even the thin veneer of charm.“Hey, little omega, I got a knot over here for you,” a man shouted from the mouth of a
If I were going to need an alpha, then logic said I should start by finding one.Logic, it turned out, was wildly optimistic.The first man I met smelled like expensive soap and entitlement. He had chosen the restaurant, the wine, the conversation topics, and by the time my drink arrived, he was already telling me what kind of omega he thought I was.“You’re lucky,” he said, smiling in a way that suggested he’d mistaken himself for a prize. “Most alphas wouldn’t be this patient.”“Patient with what?” I asked.“With you,” he said, as if that settled it.My body went cold, a quiet withdrawal I didn’t have to think about. Something in his presence felt wrong, not dangerous, just… grating, like a frequency that never quite resolved. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.I finished my drink and told him I had an early morning.He texted me twice before I got home.The second alpha was better on paper. Polite. Wealthy. A good reputation. His scent was mild, almost pleasant, and that so







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