Page 159 of Psycho Beasts

She purred.

My balls tightened.

Her ridiculously lush lips, stained red like the cranberries that wafted off her, mouthed something.

“No,” I responded mindlessly.

My alpha warrior worried too much. As her omega, it was my job to calm her.

I needed to show her that I would take care of her. “Look, Sadie.” I grabbed my cock and pushed it down, precum weeping from the tip at the proximity to my alpha.

There was a reason male omegas were priceless treasures, and it wasn’t just because we calmed alphas and unified packs.

Females had locks inside their pussies that stroked alpha cocks.

But it was omega men who were called the masters of female flesh and the enslavers of pleasure and rumored to be blessed by the moon goddess herself.

Our cocks vibrated to a frequency that no enchanted sex toy had ever been able to match; our knots were attuned to a clitoris and instinctually ground against it.

We were sex gods.

Sadie snapped something about Clarissa, and rage unfurled through my chest. How dare she mention an inferior alpha in my nest.

A whine ripped from my throat.

I wanted to scream at Sadie, shove my teeth deep into her flesh, and ram my cock into her tight pussy.

It took every ounce of self-control to say, “No. Never. Only Sadie.”

Sadie didn’t say anything, and my stomach twisted.

She was going to reject me again because she recognized I wasn’t good enough for her.

She disapproved.

“Please, Sadie.” My heart was breaking.

Instead of her leaving like I expected, her purr rumbled louder, and the growing rage in my chest immediately extinguished.

I relaxed.

My alpha was pleased with me.

Sadie needed to see my cock. I had to show her that I was good enough for her, that I would only bring her pleasure.

I tried to show her, but my prideful alpha wouldn’t look down, and a chuckle rumbled through my chest.

Such a little brat.

Sadie licked her luscious lips, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I was barely cognizant that we were speaking.

Her golden skin flickered in the flames, catlike features mesmerizing me like no alpha had ever done before.

I saw her face in my daydreams and my nightmares.

I grabbed the silky skin of her sharp jaw—I couldn’t help myself—and I traced my fingers across those berry lips.

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