#vindeetaker

"Diedrich," My name is a whimper of desperation on those glistening lips, then he glances back at me, eyes glassy and hair is plastered to his forehead. "Alpha…"

A heat swirls through my blood, and I let out a shuddering breath. "You... you are..."

At nearly seventeen, Vincent is late to present.

He had always said he was supposed to be an Alpha, like his father.

"...an Omega."

"Help, it- it hurts… I need..."

Vincent's rear raises up, presenting himself to be bred, and his trousers are utterly soaked through the back with slick.

Slick that is meant for me. He sought me out. Built a nest in my room, with my possessions.

A wave of dizziness sweeps over me as blood rushes from my head to my groin, and it is as though my body is possessed.

I do not remember kneeling before the bed. Nor grabbing his hips and ripping his trousers down. I only remember spreading him to swipe my tongue over the source of his heavenly scent, and how my head implodes with the taste of Omegan heat.

"Like nectar," I murmur mindlessly, and delve my tongue in. He whines as I lap at him, bidding me to take more as his flesh bruises like ripe fruit under my fingers while I hold him open.

Licking the froth of lilies and honey from my lips, I dip a finger into his little seam, and a gush of slick seeps out with a lewd squelch.

"Oh, God," He pants, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on my digits. "Alpha, yes!"

Omega wants. Needs. Cries for. Take care of him. My hindbrain commands.

I slip a second finger inside, sliding in as far as I can before curling it up into his tight heat.

Vincent tenses, mouth falling open with a gasping moan and he clenches around me. Flushing prettily, he fists the sheets, lashes spiky with tears.

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