Her cries pierce the air, in pleasure and pain, waves of need running through her like a current. Her body betrays her, and it’s fucking killing me. My alpha claws at my insides, howling, begging, threatening to take control if I don’t step in and helpher. She clutches desperately at the sheets, knuckles straining, spine arching, then her fingers come to her pussy. She rubs frantically. Deliriously.
Take her, take her, take her. She wants it. She needs it. My cock throbs, the pre-cum now soaking through my boxers as my alpha smashes against my chest, begging to be let out. My skin ripples with fur. I’m losing control.
“Please, Alpha! Please!” she shrieks, voice cracking, not understanding why we don’t move, each word another stab of guilt and torment. Her heat is in force now, pupils blown wide, her omega in full control. “Knot! Alpha, knot!”
She doesn’t understand. What she’s begging for is the very monster I’m trying to protect her from.
“Why? Alpha, please! I need you!”
Tears stream down her cheeks while she rubs herself and sobs, and I hate myself more every second.
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Chapter 5: Silas
Ghost set a ward boundary around the cabin. I find the vacuum effect unsettling, having only experienced it through Deidre’s coven before this. I suspect I’ll always associate that sensation with horrible shit. But we’re encased in a shield, so if anyone came looking, they would see and hear nothing but woods.
I gather water, kill a few rabbits, skin them quickly. My alpha is furious with me, my wolf so close to the surface my arms keep erupting in fur, knees threatening to bend into hind legs—but I chain both beasts down with iron-clad control while we prepare provisions for our mate.
Ghost stalks the perimeter, beyond the wards, searching for any signs of the witches. It’s evening now, barely a full day since we arrived. With the gut-wrenching cries from my mate inside the cabin, it feels like it’s been weeks.
I thrust my hands beneath the spigot, the frigid water cutting into my flesh like shards of glass as I rinse off the bloodand fur from the rabbits. Every nerve ending screams—sounds pierce my eardrums, scents overwhelm me, my skin crawls with awareness.
Mona’s cries tear through the cabin walls from inside and rip into my chest. Broken sobs, periodically twisting into guttural moans of pleasure as she gets herself off. But the relief is hollow, each time she wrings an orgasm from her body, it sounds empty.
I left her alone in there. She’s rubbed herself raw, her pussy puffy and used, yet still aching for a knot, for anything we could give her.
It makes my heart race. I can’t go in there. I’ll ruin her.
Her pleas aren’t consent. It’s a cruel fucking twist of nature, a biological imperative. It’s not real.
Itfeelsreal, though.
Ghost likened an omega’s heat to giving birth. “Read about it,” he explained clinically when I asked if he knew many omegas. “Deep, intense pressure followed by sharp, visceral pain. Unrelenting need, torturous if unfulfilled. When satisfied—sweet ecstasy. For both parties.”
He’s mostly kept to himself. Though each time he returns to the cabin, I can see the control slipping—nostrils flaring, muscle in his jaw twitching, gaze lingering on the closed cabin door a half-second too long.
He’s faring better than I am, though.
I stand outside the door with a full pitcher of water. I need to check on her. She needs to drink, to eat. The barrier feels like the entrance to hell—what waits inside is my greatest desire and my downfall.
Mona cries again, but the sound is different. Raw, urgent. High-pitched. Something’s wrong. My feet move before my brain catches up, and I’m through the door before I remember to prepare myself, to put up my defenses.
Mona launches herself at me the second I open the door. The pitcher of water crashes to the ground. She’s already claimed my shirt for her nest, but her fingertips turn to claws and she rips into my jeans. I hiss and try to pull her off, but she’s feral, mad with pain and lust.
“Mona,” I snap. Her claws slice open at my thigh, and she shoves her hands through the hole in the material. I groan when the sharp tip of her finger scratches against my cock as she tries to grab it.
“Fuck,” I rasp. One moment I’m pushing her away, the next I’m dragging her closer. I just want her too badly. Ineedher.
I’m losing control. My alpha and my wolf are working against me. My fingers shake as I fumble with my zipper.
“Knot, I need a knot,” she chants, pawing at me.
My agreement is unquestioned, and I’m naked in seconds. I let my cock spring free, like it’s been caged for years. She’s a blur of movement, lunging for me and tackling me to the ground. My head cracks against the hard floor, but she grips my cock, and then all the pain leaves my body.
“Alpha,” her omega pants, and then she impales herself on me in one violent, claiming motion.
It’s euphoric. I nearly choke as I suck in a breath.
