Chapter 6 6

RANDOM FACT: An Omega's first heat is the most unstable. Without an Alpha's stabilizing bite or a Beta's care, the biochemical feedback loop can cause fever dreams so vivid, they are indistinguishable from reality.

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The first thing I feel is overwhelming heat. 

My entire body feels like it’s burning, and I’m thirsty. So thirsty. My vision is blurry as well, and I think I’m in my room… but I don’t know for certain. 

I don’t know anything. 

I try to move from where I’m laying down but something keeps me in place. Something cold… like those tendrils from before, those shadowy things from when I last saw him. 

I want to scream for someone to come help me but that’s when the pain hits. 

My head pounds, feeling like it’s about to shatter in a million pieces. 

Tears stream down my eyes as I try to pull my hands away but the things around my wrist just dig in deeper, biting into my skin in a way that feels like my nerves themselves are twisting. 

All of this hurts. 

It hurts so much. 

And it all boils down to my… member. 

It’s… pulsing so hard. I try to look down through my teary eyes, wanting to see if I can do anything about it but I still can’t move. 

I try to see if I can rub my thighs together, if it’ll help make the pain go away so the fog in my head can clear away for only a second. 

But the second I try to do so, I feel something different from the things on my wrist… more solid. And rough. And so, so cold… one hand wraps around my thigh easily as it pulls each of them apart as it crawls towards me. “You act so defiant, but you keep calling for me. Why do your words not match the scent your body feeds me?”

Karl’s voice feels like a drop of water to my parched lips, my body instantly arching closer to him. 

I feel him lower himself closer… and only for that second, my eyes clear up a bit so I can see his eyes. 

His black long hair cascades over my face like a curtain so all I can focus on are the glow in his eyes, piercing into my face like he can read my thoughts, his voice cool as he says, “Would you like to know how you smell when your body wants me inside you?”

My member— oh, fuck that, my dick practically screams at that question. 

I try to shake my head, try to remember Aaron who I’m sure I’ve hurt somehow but I can’t think. I can’t think. 

Aaron’s who’s always so kind to me. Always so gentle. 

Kael wouldn’t be gentle. 

He wouldn’t treat me like some pity project. He’d do what he wants with me and not care about my feelings. 

And I need him to do it because I can take it. 

“You can,” He doesn’t say it like a question. He says like it’s the truth, like it’s fact, and when he sees the confusion in my eyes, he’s kind enough to say, “Your thoughts are open to me in your dreams. And they are very fascinating thoughts,”

No. 

“Yes.”

In the blink of an eye, like I weigh nothing, he spins me over the bed. I feel something clamp around my neck— like smoke. It forms a collar, tightening before I feel him suddenly pull on it hard. 

My head looks up at him, my stomach fluttering as his face stares up at me from upside down. His hold on my neck doesn’t reduce a little. If anything, his gaze hardens as he says, “You have many things you would like to try. Where would you like me to begin? Here?”

A throaty gasp escapes my lips as I feel him slowly shove a finger inside me. 

My eyes start to close as pleasure stretches through my veins but the collar— leash, I don’t even know anymore, tightens, cutting off the air in my throat as he says, his eyes darkening, “I want to see how you look,”

Fuck you. 

I don’t say it, but I know he hears it as he shoves in another finger. 

It’s too soon— too fucking soon. And it burns. 

But it feels so fucking good. 

The pain hits some part of me that mixes with the pleasure of being filled… and my head feels light, like the little flow of oxygen has cut off my thoughts completely. 

And his pheromones…

They’re coating every inch of my skin. My mouth. My tongue. 

It’s so overwhelming, like it’s trying its way into my brain and all I really want to do is hump him like a dog and hope that somehow, he lets me cum if I beg well enough. 

But my hands are still tied to the bed. 

And he’s not moving his fingers inside me. 

The drowsiness hits even more, my ass arching further upwards as I try to rub my dick into the bed just so I can feel something. Anything. While I try to move my ass into his fingers, but the leash and the things on my wrists make it impossible for me to move. 

A whimper claws its way out of my throat, like a plea as I hear myself whisper, “Fuck…” me. “You.”

Karl Veyne has barely shown any semblance of emotions since we met but this time? 

This time, I see the fire in his eyes burn bright. 

He’s read my thoughts. He knows what I really mean. 

And that I’ll never say it. 

No matter what—

His fingers come out of me, and for a second, it feels like my soul leaves my body. The pain in my head returns and I feel empty, and hollow. 

My body itches. 

Three thoughts flashing through my head. 

Take. Feed. Devour. 

And it’s all directed at me. 

A small scream leaves my lips as his hand meets my ass. 

It burns so badly, but it only ends up shooting more life to my dick now. 

My entire body is shivering, my spine forcing my body into more of an arc so I can push myself more into him. 

So I can feel him. 

I feel so dirty, but at the same time, I don’t care. 

I want to do this. I want him to do whatever he wants with me. 

His hand spanks me again. Harder in the same place. 

The pain flashes through my head, and for a second, I’m sure I’m going to pass out from how much it hurts and how stimulating every inch of my body feels but I feel myself suddenly being placed on top of my thighs facing me, his arms wrapping around my waist to keep me sitted upwards. 

“How long do you think you can hold out?” Kael’s hands are sliding up my sweaty skin, lighting every inch of me on fire before his hand reaches my hair and he grips it tight. “How long?”

I can’t. 

That’s what my body says. 

My thoughts are spiraling again and it hurts to be like this. It feels so overwhelming and I need more. More. 

Why is he asking me all these questions? Why can’t he just take me and do whatever he wants?

I’ll be good. I promise. I will be—

“No.”

That word shatters something in my mind. 

I feel like I’m about to spiral into madness and just as if I’m hit with a bout of rage, I start to kick my legs and wriggle as much as I can. It does nothing but only causes the things around my wrist to hurt me instead. 

My mouth falls open as he grips my hair tighter, the pain sending shockwaves down my body as he moves his other hand down my back, gripping the same ass cheek that he had spanked twice a minute ago. “You do not get a reward for stubbornness,”

Then punish me. Put me in my place, for fucks sake! 

But I don’t want to give in. Not yet. 

And he knows this. 

For a second, I think he’s going to slap me hard across the face just so I behave. And for that same second, I’m not sure if I’d hate it. 

I’m breathless, unable to move or satisfy myself in the way that I really want to because I am being held down like a little whore… but the arousal spiking through my veins grows because I know that deep down, this is what I’ve always wanted. 

Someone who would do whatever they wanted with me and finally put me in my place. 

“I want you on your knees begging, omega,” His voice has my slick pouring out of me even more. And for a brief moment, I think of his tongue down inside me. 

He grips my sore ass. The thought goes away. “Until then, I will enjoy watching you suffer and feed on it instead,”

Wait. 

No. No. No. 

I feel the weight of his body leave before I can move my hands again— but this time, the second I’m sitting up from my bed, I realize that I’m back in my room…

And Claire and my grandfather are staring at me with a worried expression on his face. 

While the entirety of my body is drenched with my slick. “Fuck.”