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Why would I want my Omega to stop?

I buck up with a snarl to encourage her.

Angel presses his thighs more firmly around mine. “Even chained, muzzled, and tied down, ain’t it clear, pretty? Let our Omega take what she needs. You’re the good Alpha here, not the bad wolf. She’s cooler already. But I prescribe at least a day and a night of feral rutting like this to make sure she’s out of danger.”

“You’re her Alpha toy.” Rhett sounds amused. “Lie there and take it.”

My eyes blaze, even as I almost come untouched at the thought, until my Omega leans down and kisses me across my muzzle.

I moan, desperately trying to work my tongue free, but I can’t.

My mouth is dry, tasting bitter beneath the leather.

I crave to fuck into her mouth.

Instead, I am forced to watch her as she kisses over the buckles and straps.

Her eyes, which are fogged with desire, meet mine, before she lowers her head to lick down my scent gland.

She whimpers, taking desperate breaths of my pheromones.

I am saving her.

Maybe I’m not broken.

Bad.

Maybe I’m just what my fated Omega needs.

I didn’t make sense, until she came along to join my pack. I’m the rare, feral Alpha with unique pheromones that she needed all along.

Only I can do this.

My shoulders relax, and I stop pretending to fight.

“There you go.” Rhett caresses the arch of my foot. “You’ve got this. And we’ve got you.”

My Omega bends to flick her tongue over my nipples, and I shudder. Then she sucks ruthlessly.

I smile, as my lips are stretched around the leather in my mouth.

Good.

She likes to play too.

She sits up, pinching my nipple.

The intense sensation punches through me.

My cock jumps and spurts.

I pull on the chains, trying to reach for my Omega’s gorgeous breasts.

But I built this metal bed myself. The restraints won’t break.

Angel loops his arm around the Omega’s waist, sucking on the back of her neck over the inked butterfly.

He meets my gaze over her shoulder.