BREED YOU OMEGA

LACHLAN

Lachlan couldn’t explain what it was that had clouded his judgment like that to take an omega in his throne room.

In all his years the king had never once found himself unable to control his arousal or the need to fuck.

A forced rut?

To Lachlan, it was a phenomenon he’d never once experienced and didn’t need to.

A Lycan Alpha wasn’t to be likened to a werewolf Alpha.

Lachlan was the last Lycan Alpha of his bloodline, and while most werewolf Alphas experienced ruts regularly, for Lycans it was sparse and had never been as intense for the Lycan king on the rare occasions of his rut.

This was different. It felt as though there was an invisible force driving Lachlan, and the Lycan Alpha couldn’t resist.

It was the smell of this foreign omega before him. It had to be the smell because King Lachlan had never smelled anything so divine and intoxicating in his life.

He wanted to sew himself deep into this omega’s flesh, to make every inch of him a part of Lachlan.

Lachlan knew the myths about fated mates, the tales he had read of a time where the moon goddess b blessed wolves and Lycans with mates.

A time where male omegas were cherished until they became poison, a curse.

And this smell, the scent that enveloped Lachlan, making him into a mindless beast as he rearranged the omega underneath him the way he wanted. Lachlan would wait until this haze passed to figure it out. But first…

First, Lachlan needed to satiate his hunger for this omega.

He planted a hand against the omega’s nape, forcing him into place as he used his free hand to spread the omega’s ass cheek.

Slick gushed out of the omega’s hole, dripping down his thighs, and Lachlan had the mind to lean down and trace every drop with his tongue.

He wanted so badly to path those cheeks with his hands and dive in for a taste of the omega, but that could wait.

The Lycan king wasn’t satisfied yet.

The first round in the throne room had only slightly taken the edge off for a few minutes. Long enough for Lachlan to carry the omega from the throne and to one of the guest quarters in the main palace with the speed of light

He’d barely had the omega on the bed before another intense wave of his rut had hit him again, and Lachlan felt like he was on the edge of going feral if he couldn’t get his cock inside this omega in the next second.

The Lycan crown moaned deep as the honey-dew smell of the omega’s slick hit him, and if Lachlan wasn’t so out of control, he would’ve lapped at the omega’s hole for a taste.

His Lycan pushed to the surface, a warning growl on Lachlan’s lips as he pinned this front over the omega’s back and the omega tried to move away.

He lined his cock with the omega’s leaking hole and, in one powerful thrust, slammed back in.

The shrill sound of the omega’s scream echoed off the room, filled with pain as Lachlan fucked him through it without waiting another second.

Deep, long, powerful strokes that pushed the omega forward on the mattress. The feel of the wet, tight heat gripping Lachlan’s cock was beyond euphoric, he had never felt anything like it before.

“Your hole is sucking me in so well, omega,” Lachlan praised. “How are you so tight? Shouldn’t be so tight omega.” Lachlan moaned, covering the lithe omega underneath him with his massive body as his thrusts increased with speed.

“I want to live inside you forever. Want to fuck you always. So fucking tight, so hot…” In the minutes that followed, the legs of the bed gave out beneath them from how hard Lachlan was hitting every point inside the omega.

Yet it didn’t deter the Lycan Alpha. His moves only faltered for a split second before he picked up pace again, pounding into the omega beneath him like his hole was only meant for Lachlan’s cock.

The omega was so tight it almost felt painful. But Lachlan murmured promises to him, promising to work him open with his cock, to batter his hole until it was used to taking his Alpha’s cock, promising to stretch him so good the omega would want nothing else but his cock.

Evren’s cries had turned into whines, pleas, whimpers and words that he probably wouldn’t remember once the haze of the heat was over. He couldn’t explain why it felt so good having his hole battered by the Alpha who now owned him.

Lachlan drilled into him, driving his cock all the way to the hilt and Evren howled.

He could feel him. He could feel the Lycan King in places that Evren never would’ve dreamt was possible.

The deeper the Lycan Alpha drove into him the more Evren was convinced that he could feel the steel shaft pushing against the mouth of his womb.

How was that possible? It shouldn’t be. But Evren could feel it, and the sensation was nothing like Evren had ever felt before. Not like he had anything to compare it with.

He was a whimpering, sobbing mess, begging for things that he didn’t think were possible. “Please… please Alpha.. please..” Evren didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew it wasn’t for the Alpha to unhand him.

He wanted… There was an itch inside him that needed satiating.

“Going to knot you, Omega… Going to breed you so good. Pump you full with my seed.”

Evren had no idea words like that would be his undoing, but his mouth slackened, a whimper escaping him as his cock began spurting for the second time that evening.

His legs spread further apart, his back arching, “Yes, yes, Alpha, breed me, please, please, want your knot… need it…Please knot me… Alpha… Want your knot, please. Make me your omega… make me your bitch.”

He would come to regret those wanton pleas later but that didn’t matter now.

His Lycan Alpha complied, rolling his hips fervently, and grinding against that spot to meet his Omega’s needs.

Evren sobbed as he felt the Alpha’s knot starting to swell against his ass. And Lachlan fucked him thoroughky, harder and faster as if his life depended on it.

The swelling in his knot brutally opened Evren’s hole, tearing him open and wider to receive his Alpha’s seeds as Lachlan released loads inside Evren.

One powerful thrust, harder than the last popped his knot inside the omega, the base swelling even more as spurts after spurts of cum gushed out of his cock, and his knot swelled enough to seal the omega’s entrance, keeping Lachlan’s seed from leaking.

The last thing Evren would remember was the feeling of being so full and yet feeling so horny as he whined needle for more before darkness dragged him under.