An Omega’s Fight
Not even when thick streams of blood dripped down his arm.
"You cocky little shit," he shouted, his nose almost smashed against my face, he was so close. Inside my wolf winced at his loudness, omega instincts flaring, before he he shoved them back down and reacted. I lurched forward, (as much as I could with his hands on my neck), and chomped down on his nose. Copper flavored liquid flooded my mouth, as if I had bitten into a gusher filled with melted pennies. I bit harder, getting a satisfying crunch, followed by gurgled scream from Deven.
He dropped my neck and ripped me off: his nose stayed in my mouth.
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