His Omega, His Punishment
Slow at first, teasing, imagining not him but freedom: running through the rain-soaked forest, wind in my fur, the bond snapping like brittle bone.
But lies. My mind conjured him anyway—his dark eyes devouring me, his voice a gravelly command: "Touch yourself for me, sinner. Show me how you drip without my cock." My pace quickened, fingers plunging inside, curling to hit that spot he'd mastered, the one that made stars burst behind my eyes. Thunder masked my whimpers, lightning flashing in time with the building coil in my core. "Taehyung," I gasped, hating the name on my tongue, but it spilled out anyway—filthy, needy. "Fuck... harder... punish me..." My wolf howled in ecstasy, urging me on
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