When Greg was seven, he and his mom went to an ice cream parlor after soccer practice. They lived in a small town in the province with his grandma and grandpa. Georgia worked as a clerk at a music studio downtown, making just enough to put a roof over her son’s head and food in his stomach. She was a beautiful woman. Kind too, always smiling and greeting the neighbors. That was why they sometimes got free cupcakes from the bakery, free flowers from the flower shop, and free ice cream too. His mother was charming, easygoing, and always so genuine with her words and actions. That day, one of his soccer teammates was also at the ice cream shop with both of his parents.“Why is there only you, mom?” The seven-year-old him had asked. It was something that had been bothering him.“What do you mean, honey?” Georgia asked softly.“Roger and Ronny have a mom and dad, Macy has two dads, but you’re the only one I have.” When he was even younger, he thought his grandparents were his parents t
Carrie paced across her room. The clock was ticking continuously, and she counted each sharp sound to stay calm. Her room was a mess. Sheets are strewn haphazardly on the bed, spilling over the floors, bath towels on her ottoman, on the chaise, the clothes she put on the first couple of days but decided to take off due to intense heat were in the mix on the floor somewhere.A storm hit her room—that was the only way to describe it. Carrie didn’t want to clean up, though, finding comfort amidst the mess. Her scent was strong in each item, and being surrounded by them made her feel secure. Her room had become her fortress—her nest. The heat took her by surprise. It had been so long since her last cycle that Carrie forgot how painful it was.Since she was a young girl, her heat cycles had been exceptionally hard. Irregular cycles were not that unusual to young girls, but after turning eighteen, she knew something was wrong with her. The first night, she thought she was about to be bro
She bounced on the bed when he dropped her as if she were a piece of dirty laundry. Greg examined the room, a disappointed frown forming on his face at the sight of all the messy fabric. Her essence was in every item, now dried up but still prominent. “You live like this? No wonder you’re so needy.” He shook his head. Her instincts told her to fight back, but her wolf luxuriated at the humiliation. With the abruptness of the scene at her door, only now did she have the time to really look at him. His familiar large frame towered over her. He wore his usual button-down shirt, but the lower part of it was darkened with dampness from her cunt. He looked the same. The Greg she knew at work was confident and in control. Except now, his eyes were blazing with desire. The eagerness in his looks was replaced with authority.“On your knees and turn around,” he instructed sharply.Carrie scrambled to do as he said. When she was finally facing away, she heard him unbuckle his belt. Carrie quic
Carrie looked peaceful. The dim light of the lampshade illuminated the soft edges of her face. Her breathing was light and steady, a complete opposite of her gasps a couple of hours ago while Greg pounded her senseless.Now, he lay down on his side, facing her sleeping figure. He used his arm as a pillow so he could properly see her. Greg stared at the woman beside him. With his eyes, he traced the bridge of her nose, the plump curve of her slightly open lips, her chin, her slender neck. He tugged the sheets higher over her chest. Even in her sleep, her beauty transcended. Greg smiled like a fool. Was that creepy? He couldn’t help it. This was beyond what he wished for. Soon after he came, Carrie begged to have him again. She was practically crying in plea, pushing her reddened ass at his crotch, wiggling it invitingly. None of his mother’s teachings covered this territory. Sure, Greg knew to be kind, to deal with things calmly, to always stay in control of his emotions even when
“Please… please… I need to cum!” Carrie cried out, writhing helplessly on her kitchen counter.Greg closed the lid of the pot and smiled slyly at her. “Simmer for five minutes. I think you can endure it.” He came over to her, leaning down for a quick peck. Carrie moaned on his lips.Greg was making breakfast. While he did, he instructed Carrie to hop on the counter and pleasure herself with the toy he found in her room. Carrie submissively held the vibrator to her clit and did her best not to reach climax before he finished making their meal.“I can’t hold it any longer,” she whined.The Alpha smirked. “You can, Carrie, if you want me to fuck you properly. I might even let you pick the position.”The thought was enough to make her convulse in pleasure. Greg laughed, watching her suffer.It was torture. Normally, she wouldn’t be able to reach release with just a vibrator on her clit and no penetration. But having Greg watch her, smelling his enticing pheromones, quadrupled her lust. K
Carrie slid his cock through the opening of his trousers. It sprung up, standing tall and proud. She gasped at the sight of it, her eyes widening as if it was the first time she was seeing it. As if it was the first time she was seeing one.Greg watched her watch it pulse and leak a drop of pre cum. Her desire thrummed in the air around them. That was how he knew he wouldn’t be able to come home yet. It was already Sunday. Greg had spent the whole weekend at Carrie’s place, attending to the Omega’s sexual needs. He couldn’t tell if she was still helplessly in heat or if he had woken something in her the same way she did to him.Obviously, Carrie liked submitting to his demands, but if Greg was telling the truth, it was him under her control. Her insatiable hunger fueled his dominant nature. He could smell, feel, and see her desire, how much she yearned to have him, taste him.She looked so beautiful in her knees in between his legs, salivating at his cock. Greg was dressed and ready
Before her alarm clock rang, Carrie was already up and awake. She’d gotten up early, unable to sleep after the dreamlike weekend she had. A quick nap once Greg had left just after midnight was all she needed, and she was ready to face the new week.If anything, she felt more energized than she had ever before. Maybe it was the post-heat vivacity.Carrie decided it was best to clean up, considering how much mess she accumulated over the course of her cycle. When her alarm clock blared, she was already in the living room, mopping.At work, she greeted the security guard, who gave her a bright smile. “Pleasant morning to you too, Chief Carson,” he said with a quick salute. He seemed a bit weirded out, but Carrie ignored it, feeling too spirited to overthink her surroundings.“Good morning, Chief,” Ava said when she got out of the elevator. “Good morning,” she greeted her and nodded.“You look amazing today,” the girl suddenly blurted out. “What’s your skincare routine?” That came out
On the way to the parking lot, Greg spotted a familiar figure in a tailored grey pantsuit and white pumps. She was leaning on her car, phone to her ear.He slowed his pace, watching the woman talk to someone on her phone while tapping furiously on the hood of her car. She was stunning under the warm light of the lamppost. Her porcelain skin glowed over the gentle curves of high cheekbones. Her tall nose was refined and below it, her alluring red lips set into a tight line. She looked up just as he was approaching, and the frown on her face quickly faded.“Never mind,” Carrie huffed. “Yes, thank you.” She ended the call and slipped her phone into her bag.“Car problems, Chief Carson?” A delighted scent ushered him closer. Good thing no one else was around because it would surely catch attention. “Yes. I can’t seem to get it to start. I’ve been trying for half an hour now.” She kicked the tire of her car.“Have you called for help?” He walked towards the car, examining it. The silve
Greg watched her sleep. The quilt hid her nude form, but even with his eyes closed, he could make out the softness of her curves, the sharpness of her bones.He wanted her. Even as he looked at her now, he longed for her, to touch her, to kiss her. For her touches, for her kisses. He could hear her heart beat steadily, her breathing even and slow. Light was leaking from the tiny gap between the curtain, so Greg knew they would be getting up soon. He nudged her gently, whispering sweet words to wake her up. It didn’t take long before Carrie turned over and gazed at him with half-aware eyes. “What time is it?” She asked groggily. After the night they had, he knew she was tired. “7:30.”His boss groaned, nuzzling on his chest and murmuring her protest. “We need to get up.” He poked her sides, willing her to move.“No,” she groaned, making him laugh. She looked cute like this.Unable to help himself, his hand moved slowly over her supple body. From the roundness of her breasts, dow
The second the door of Carrie’s hotel room closed, they were on each other.Carrie reached out and brushed her hand along his chest. Her skin felt warm and soft. All pretense fell. He brought his hand to her neck, to guide her to him as they took hurried steps back to the bed. The plan had been to part to their own rooms after checking in, but even in the elevator, they could barely resist each other. Not when Carrie was still slick from their flight activities. No words were said, but the mutual understanding was there. Greg eased her coat off her shoulders and was surprised by what he found.“You naughty girl,” he growled. She must have taken off her clothes when she excused herself to the powder room while they were checking in.Gone was her business attire.; Carrie had nothing but a lacy lingerie under her coat. Greg recognized the plunging neckline. It was the same as her top. Did she have it on earlier? Greg was amazed by how she managed to make such salacious clothing look
She felt the hand that was on her knee move up over her skirt, trаvеlіng uр her lеft leg with thе fіngеrtірѕ саrеѕѕіng thе іnѕіdе of her thіgh. He had managed to push her pencil skirt inches over her knee.Carrie wasn’t sure whether or not she was lucky that she was wearing a tight skirt. One thing was for certain: this act he was pulling was starting to make her wet. “As I’ve mentioned before, for this simulation, we’re focusing on the engine system, especially around thermal performance, propulsion behavior, and real-time risk assessment,” she enumerated, trying to focus on the discussion rather than what was happening under the table.Biting her lip, she fought a moan when he scratched the length of her left leg, causing a run on her stockings. Carrie realized how wasteful it was to spend time with the Alpha when most of her clothes got ripped and torn for his own pleasure. Although they do end up naked at one point and stay like so for the whole time they were together, so perhap
From his spot on the second floor, Greg could see his boss saunter inside the airbase, her lush curve of her hips swaying in her pencil skirt. Her low-cut blouse presented a good display of her cleavage, making Greg wonder whether this was her usual airport attire. How lucky her previous business trip companions were. As she made her way to the escalator, Carrie spotted him, and a soft smile appeared on her deep red lips. An overwhelming desire took over Greg. He gripped the railing he was leaning on, the hollow metal denting a little. Calm down, he reminded himself. But he felt his pants getting tighter. It kind of scares him how badly he wanted her. He stood to meet her halfway in the terminal. “Greg,” she greeted.“Chief Carson,” he replied with the same level of professionalism he received. “Did you wait long?” Carrie asked, still sounding formal even when her gaze was blazing with desire. “I’m sorry for the delay. I had to attend a meeting with the CEO.”Greg did his best
Greg was buzzing with excitement. Despite all his complaints about Mandy treating him like a child, he felt the same way he did when he joined his very first school field trip to the zoo.He had slept soundly last night after a steamy call with his boss, but he was yet to see her today.Greg, like the eager wolf that he was, looked forward to spending the weekend away with his Omega. Sure, they were together almost every day, but a different setting had a promise of something new, and while he was very much comfortable in their own houses, Greg welcomed the chance to spice things up with open arms.It was a work trip, he reminded himself, and his spirit Alpha. He had seen the itinerary, and they would be attending the Flight Testing Supervision the whole day on Saturday. They would be flying back by Sunday afternoon, giving them a few hours to wander around town.Greg had looked up a few spots to check out during their free time. A restaurant,
Mandy poked his suitcase, already posing to open it.“Step away from my things, girl,” he warned from the kitchen. He rushed to the living room where his half-sister was assaulting his suitcase and rolled it away to the hallway.Mandy protested, but flopped back on the couch once the suitcase was out of reach. “I’m just checking! What if you left something? Did you have enough clothes? How about your toiletries? You have your deodorant, right?”“You make it sound like I smell.”“You don’t,” she assured. “Oh, but after an auto shop session, it’s like you used motor oil as scent suppressants,” Mandy laughed, hitting the couch as she guffawed at her own joke.“Good thing I won’t be doing any manual work.” He walked back to the kitchen and continued plating the pasta she brought for dinner. “Why are you even here?”No answer. O
“How about this one?” Winona held out a pair of lacy underwear. From the floor, she frowned at her friend. “It’s a business trip, Winona.” Although, she had been contemplating whether to bring something fancy. With the trip coming in a couple of days, she had employed Winona to help her pack. Her companion was running errands himself, taking care of the stuff he was supposed to do over the weekend.Normally, Carrie would bring a preset collection of business attire she reserved for trips like this, but this coming trip wouldn’t be like any other trip. “It’s a weekend getaway with your mate,” she replied matter-of-factly.Her mate.That made her warm and queasy. Any thoughts about the Alpha made her warm and queasy. “His not my mate.” Unfortunately. Her friend scorned, looking somewhat peeved. “But he’s knotted you, right?” “Winona!” She scolded with disgust. She balled a shirt and threw it at her friend.“What? It’s not a bad question. In fact, it’s essential information,” Winon
Greg was already packing his things when a notification popped up on his screen. Already half inside his bag, he pulled out his notebook to free his hand. An email from his boss. Subject: Weekend Business Trip – Flight Testing SupervisionHi Greg,I hope you're doing well. I wanted to inform you that you’ll be accompanying me on an upcoming business trip this weekend.We'll be overseeing key testing phases, and your presence will be valuable in handling on-site documentation, coordinating with the technical team, and assisting in preliminary evaluations. It’s a great chance to observe the process up close and contribute directly.Please clear your weekend schedule, and I’ll be sending you the detailed itinerary, travel arrangements, and any prep materials by tomorrow. Be sure to bring all relevant documents, safety gear if applicable, and a notepad—there’ll be a lot to take in.Let me know if you have any questions or need help getting things ready.Best regards,Carisa Carson, Chie
It was an odd hour, Carrie checked on her alarm clock. Outside was still dark, and the only light in her room was a streak from the lamppost outside. She had no idea what time she fell asleep. Carrie felt sore in random spots but completely warm all over. She smiled, remembering the tender attention she had received the night before. The Alpha had explained what happened between him and Ava at the infirmary. The gossip chain got it all wrong, as always, and the fact that he ditched his peers for her was enough to assure Carrie he wasn’t—wouldn’t look at another. Once they sorted out the misunderstanding, he proposed they stop her punishment, but Carrie insisted on continuing. It was her fault that all of this happened. Now, her butt was still red. Moving caused her bruised skin to rub on the sheets, and each touch made her wince. Still, she snuggled closer to the Alpha until she felt his groin on her behind.Immediately, she felt a response. His arm tightened around her waist, his