#alphaomega

The air was thick with pheromones — hot, cloying, a cocktail of lust and warning that hit your brain like static. You’d barely made it to your shared den before Viraj had you pinned against the wall, his body crackling with Alpha heat, hands trembling with restraint that was cracking by the second.

“You went near him,” he growled, voice ragged, barely human. “You let him stand that close.”

“I was just—”

A snarl ripped through his throat as he bared his teeth, pressing his nose to your scent gland. “He could smell you. My scent wasn’t strong enough to keep him back. Mine.”

Viraj’s eyes were feral, pupils blown wide, golden irises ringed with red. The Beta he was snarling about had merely brushed your arm when handing you a folder — but to Viraj, that was a declaration of war. His instincts roared, violent, possessive. He needed to erase that contact, to flood you with him, to mark your womb with the slick heat of his cock until your body sang his name and nothing else.

He grabbed your wrists, slamming them above your head, holding them in one hand while the other tore at your clothes. Seam by seam. Fabric shredded beneath his claws.

“Viraj, please—”

“You belong to me.” His voice was low, trembling with restrained frenzy. “And I’m going to prove it.”

He dragged you to the floor in a blur, ripping open your thighs, shoving his nose between them and growling like a beast. The first swipe of his tongue up your cunt made your spine arch, your moan a helpless cry, your slick leaking down your thighs as your body responded to his Alpha scent — musky, sharp, utterly overwhelming.

“S-so wet,” he murmured against your clit, inhaling like he was drinking you in. “Fucking dripping for me.”

And you were. Helpless. Overstimmed before he’d even knotted you. His tongue fucked you, messy and thorough, lapping every drop of slick, every trembling gasp you gave him. He sucked your clit hard — schlck, schlp, mmnnfh — sending your hips off the floor, legs trembling. You tried to close your thighs, overwhelmed by the intensity, but he gripped them and forced them open.

“You don’t close these unless I say. Got it?”

You nodded frantically, fingers tangled in his hair, grinding against his mouth, desperate and wrecked already. But it wasn’t enough for him. Viraj pulled back and shoved his pants down — and his cock throbbed. Huge, flushed dark red, already leaking pre down the shaft. His knot was swelling already, fat and needy at the base.

Your mouth went dry. Your thighs spread further on instinct.

Viraj lined himself up with a growl that rattled your ribs. “I’m going to fuck you so full they’ll smell me on your skin for days.”

Then he slammed in.

“Ahh—fuck!” You cried out, your walls clenching hard around him, body stretching wide around his thickness. He didn’t pause. He rammed into you, brutal and deep, dragging his cock out slow and slamming it back in until you were sobbing, body jerking with every punishing thrust.

“Take it,” he hissed. “Fucking take it—you’re mine—mine—mine—”

Every stroke hit your sweet spot dead on, your slick squelching loud, coating his cock, your body shaking beneath him. He leaned down, mouth claiming your scent gland, biting hard enough to bruise, to warn, to mark.

He was rutting now — wild, brutal, mindless — hips pistoning like a feral thing, his knot swelling with every thrust, stretching your entrance wide. You screamed as it caught, your body trying to reject it, but he forced it deeper with a low, desperate snarl.

“Ghnn—f-fuck—gonna—knot—yes, fuck yes, I’m gonna fill you up, you little Omega whore—gonna make you breed—”

“Please, Viraj! Cum—cum in me—”

And that was it.

He snapped.

With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, knot locking inside you, his entire body seizing as he came — thick, burning hot cum flooding your womb in endless pulses. Your cunt clenched down, milking him as you came with a scream, stars bursting behind your eyes, slick gushing around his cock as your body spasmed.

You stayed locked together, gasping, trembling, as the aftershocks rolled through you. His arms wrapped around you like a cage, possessive and tight, his teeth still at your throat.

No one else would touch you again.