The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega
He paused for a heartbeat, pinning me to the sheets, savoring the way my body trembled around him.
"I'm in heat," I gasped, fighting for breath. "And you… you're a fucking Lycan. Do your magic!"
With every agonizing withdrawal and sudden plunge, the tension in my gut tightened. I arched my back, nails digging into his shoulders as a guttural groan ripped from my throat.
"I had no idea you were this starved," he growled, the predatory rumble vibrating through my chest. He nipped my ear, his voice a dark husk. "Who knew you were such a filthy little Omega?"