Page 2 of Quickies

“I can walk away and leave you alone,” I told the omega. My fangs itched, and I swirled my tongue around them.

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me with his mouth open.

“There are things in these woods, boy. Other things with ears and noses. I can go, but you won’t be alone for long.”

His nostrils widened, and he groaned softly. His lips quivered, and he shifted, keeping his legs tucked under his ass.

“Is that you?”

I frowned. “What?”

“The scent.”

Yes, he smelled me. His gaze flicked to my groin. My pouch distorted my pants, swollen, my dick ready to grow out. A wet spot formed at the front. A pink flush flooded the omega’s cheeks, and he quickly looked away. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came.

“You like my scent,” I said, “and you want my knot. I have two pack mates, strong young alphas, and we don’t have an omega yet. We’ll take care of you.”

“There’s three of you?” He gulped, blood rushing into his cheeks.

“Your heat is strong. You’ll like having three alphas knotting you. You’ll never have to be empty.”

He stared at me, gaping like he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“Are you a virgin?”

Taking a shuddering breath, he nodded.

What a lovely gift! How did I get so lucky?

“Why are you here alone? Didn’t your father find you a human mate?”

“That’s none of your business.” Even as he snapped at me, a low whine tore out of him.

“If you don’t want my knot, I’ll get you home. Where is it?” I didn’t want to do that, but I had to at least offer.

“No!” he yelped. He looked more afraid of that than of me. Huh.

“Do you want me to fuck you? A were’s dick is bigger than a human’s.”

He inhaled, his fingers digging into the moss and dirt. The deep breaths wouldn’t help him. He’d only get more of my scent into his lungs. It would make him wet and pliant.

“Will you bite me?” he whispered.

“Not unless you ask for it. And when I give you the mating bite, I’ll put pups in your belly. You’ll likethat.”

He snorted disbelievingly and shook his head.

But his body must have decided for him. Shaking, he unfolded his curvy legs and dragged the tunic to his waist, showing me his groin. With his eyes squeezed shut, he lay back. His chest lifted and sank with harsh breaths.

“Don’t bite me.”

“I won’t.”

Not this time around.After I make him fall in love with my knot, I’ll bring him to our lair, and we’ll mate him. He’ll have three mating scars on his neck and a belly full of our puppies, and he’ll love it.

I unfastened my belt, letting my weapons drop to the ground. Then I knelt before him, pressed his legs up to his chest, and pushed my nose against his pink, slick flesh. Roses, honey, butter.

I flicked my tongue out. Such a tasty hole. He must be our omega.

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