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
Apparently, when Greg said he would take her home, he would take her to his home. It was a work night. A sensible part of her told her to refuse, knowing full well what would happen if she was left with the Alpha in a private space. But her wolf, a major part of her being, was already thrumming with delight. ‘Finally’, it cheered. Carrie examined the helmet in her hands. Was it really this heavy? Probably. It was supposed to protect the head after all.Greg’s bike was massive. The sharp bodywork was a striking blend of intimidating and sleek, characteristic of the Alpha. Like its owner, it was tall, lean, stylish, and most importantly, rebellious and agile. It looked like a machine built for controlled chaos. That was exactly how she would describe Greg in her life. “First time on a bike?” Greg asked. He took the helmet, unlocked the buckle, and positioned it over her head. “Ready?”“Yes,” she said. Before the helmet engulfed her head, she added, “And yes, my first time.”She took
“Maybe he’s actually a millionaire,” Winona announced, lifting her eyes off the tablet she had been scrolling on for the greater part of lunchtime. Carrie quirked an eyebrow. “Then why is he working here?” “Because he wants to. Isn’t that what rich people do? Just whatever they want?” Carrie shook her head, ignoring her secretary’s random thoughts. Whatever the young Alpha does outside the office was none of their business. Although in reality, she was more than curious to know why he was at the party and how. Winona practically knew the young Alpha’s social media accounts inside out, investigating them thoroughly as if it were part of her job description. Her Alpha, she thought. Her spirit omega was rejoicing in her. Her Alpha.She could hardly remember what it felt like calling her previous mate as hers, but it was certainly different from this. Greg had told her to call him her Alpha again and again while he fucked her hard and fast just how she liked it. Carrie blushed, th
“Where’s Ava?” Greg suddenly asked, noticing the absence of the Omega. He and the team were having lunch together. It had become a custom after they caught him sneaking away and forced him to join the group since then. Greg didn’t understand the need to include him when he only sat quietly for the majority of the time. His table mates stopped talking, making him regret asking. But he was curious as to why Ava was missing. “Stomach bug,” Nina replied. “She’s at the infirmary. Oh, actually, she said she wanted some hot tea, but I have a meeting after this. Can you bring her one, Greg?” “Sure.”Beside him, Nico whistled. “Way to go, Noir!” He cheered, hitting him on the back. If encouraging was what he was going for, he missed. Greg dreaded doing so, not wanting to send the wrong message as always, but not rude enough to turn his back on someone in need. He finished his meal and excused himself before the others were done. No One batted an eye, contrary to when he attempted the sam
My Alpha. The words echoed in his mind, and Greg couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t know it would feel this good. He felt giddy and warm and pumped up even after their vigorous fuck session that left his boss snoring back in the villa.She was deeply asleep, and Greg didn’t have it in him to wake her up. He’d arranged a new set of clothes for her and left a note before returning to the party. If he had a choice, he would have stayed and slept next to his Omega.His Omega. Greg grinned.“Where have you been?”The smile was instantly wiped off his lips upon hearing the hurried voice of his half-sister.He turned around and found her standing with both hands on her hips, her perfectly shaped eyebrow quirked up, and her red-painted lips set in a stern line. She was a spitting image of their mother.“Outside? Fresh air,” he lied.She clearly was
Before she could even recover, he mounted her fucked his cock deep inside her pussy. It was still gaping and incredibly sensitive from the peculiar finger fucking, but that didn’t dampen the pleasure. If anything, it added to the already overloaded sensations. She was so wet from her previous orgasm that he slid effortlessly, bottoming out against her cervix.“Ohhh,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around her waist and fucking herself into his massive pole.“Has he fucked you this good, Carisa?” The Alpha demanded. She squeezed her eyes shut, submitting to the delicious girth of his hard cock.“No!” She hissed. Greg rammed his length into her willing cunt without remorse. “That’s right. And no one will ever fuck you this good other me. Your body is mine, Carisa.”“YES!” The way he said her name, in outright possessiveness, made her clench. “All yours, my Alpha.”She met his hot, dark eyes and reached up to cup her hand over her sharp jaw. His desire was sweet in the air she breathed.
Her scent decorated the air. “What—Ohh,” she gasped, unable to finish her words.She shivered when he dove straight to her pussy and gave it a hot, wet kiss. “Greg,” Carrie moaned, throwing her head back while his tongue traced the length of her slit. “Gods, yes!”He flicked her clit with his hot tongue before taking the swollen nub between her lips and sucking. “I love it when you moan my name, but remember your place, pet.” One sharp slap hit her wetness, making her scream.“I’m sorry, Master,” she cried out.The Alpha smiled approvingly. Licking her with his skilled tongue, she writhed while moaning loudly. It was all she could do not to erupt in orgasm. She wanted to make it last. She wanted to get fucked by his tongue for hours and let pleasure cast a shadow over everything else she was feeling.She spread her legs wider, welcoming his thick tongue as he circled her clit and delved into her dripping hole, tasting every inch of her needy cunt as if he had ownership of it.“Ooohh
“I don’t want to hear another word,” he said pointedly.Carrie was just about to open her mouth in protest when he pulled her hair down and kissed her possessively. He stood up and unbuckled his belt. “Let’s put that pretty mouth to use, shall we?” He pushed down his pants, showing off his thick erection behind his boxer briefs. “Pull them down. Use your mouth.”Carrie crawled to him. She was still dazed from the previous events, but she bit on the garter of his boxers and pulled it down like he instructed. His hard cock popped out and hit her cheek. His scent swirled around her, and a shot of lust passed through her.“Now suck, my Omega.”She did. She licked the head of his cock sampling the salt of his precum leaking from his slit. The arousal that dissipated earlier came in like a rush of wind. He tasted wonderful. Somehow better than before. Again, she licked the pulsating head, coating it with her saliva.He groaned, showing his approval which she took as motivation.Carrie le
Surprise, confusion, agitation, anger, and relief all fought inside of her, making her into an overwhelmed pot of emotions boiling over and threatening to spill. No. She was already spilling. Flawed assets, Albertus had said. She was flawed, she knew that. But that wasn’t all she was. Carrie was much more than her reproductive system. Still, hearing it from the man she once swore herself to, the man she disappointed gravely, felt like a stab in the heart. One that caught her by surprise. As it turned out, no matter how strong your guard was, facing your dark past would still make you stumble.Her lips quivered as another sob escaped her. “Shhh,” a voice cooed softly above her, paired with a gentle pat on her back. “I’m here, Carrie.”Warm arms wrapped around Carrie, pulling her back to reality. Greg was here. Not Albertus. Greg, who wanted her. Greg, who stuck with her during her cycleBut she was still broken. Defective. Greg was a young, good-looking Alpha full of vitality a
As soon as she located the powder room, Carrie made her move. The guests milled around the room, and she squeezed between silks, velvets, and brocades, greeting and smiling at those she recognized but never sparring a second to stop. When she walked towards a long table lined with crystal flutes of champagne, Carrie snuck one bubbly for encouragement. Her heart thudded with a nervous thrill. A couple swept past her, the woman’s beaded gown catching the light where the man’s hand was firm against her waist. “Carisa?” The man stopped, taking his partner with him. The thudding in her chest took a sudden crescendo. The lust drained out of her body. Still, she paused and turned.“Albert,” she smiled. Run! Her spirit omega was screaming in warning. “I thought I’d see you here.” Her ex-husband flashed her a condescending smile. “You really made a name for yourself.”Carrie forced herself not to roll her eyes. “I did.”The Alpha looked the same, but different. Time had sharpened his
The moment she stepped into the grand ballroom, she was swallowed into an alternate world of gilded decadence. Carrie looked up at the chandeliers overhead, spilling golden light across the polished marble floors. A slow melody was being played by a live orchestra tucked into the corner. The music mixed with the laughter that was ringing out, low and conspiratorial. All the guests mingled with their associates, leaning toward one another.She took a champagne from the passing server before mixing in with the crowd.Carrie spotted at least three board members, a couple of executives, a few of their business partners, and plenty of familiar faces. She even noted two or three politicians among the throng. But was man of the night was yet to be seen. Lucius Cavendish, a close relative of the Blackbirds, turned 75 recently and was formally announcing his retirement today. He held an important seat on the board for almost as long as Carrie was alive so his retirement meant a huge change i