Human Omega - Part Five

Police officer and alpha werewolf, John Tate, never planned on taking a human omega. He was supposed to be civilized. Nice. The exception to the rule. But one whiff of Ian Bones on the full moon and all of Tate's morals and ideals go out the window. Ian smells like his , and Tate's wolf has no intention of denying them what is rightfully theirs...

This story contains some dark themes before the happy ending, including kidnapping, unfair punishment, abuse of power and dubious consent. Do not read if this bothers you.

(This 21,000 word story is part five of a five part serial The boxed set will be available Friday September 12th.

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Ian shuddered. He scrambled to get into the position Tate wanted, letting the alpha’s hand guide him. He ended up perched on his knees on the edge of the mattress, Tate’s hand lending him balance. Tate let go of his neck, stepping back and observing him with a cocky smirk. Ian scrambled back an inch, feeling like he was about to fall off the bed.

Ian loved it when Tate got cocky. It usually meant he was going to have an orgasm that rocked his world.

“You like me like this, don’t you?” Tate asked, letting his eyes roam up and down Ian’s naked body. It made Ian hyper aware of how naked he was, and of how clothed Tate was.

He nodded, knowing that Tate could feel the desire crashing through his body - just like Ian could feel how turned on Tate was by Ian’s arousal. It was a delicious feedback loop.

“Stick out your tongue,” Tate ordered. Ian did as he was told, though he felt a little silly kneeling there with his tongue hanging out like an eager puppy. Tate just grinned, reaching down and grabbing his bulge, giving it a squeeze. He then lifted his hand up and ran his palm over Ian’s tongue, wetting it. It tasted like sweat and come, and Ian realized that Tate hadn’t washed or showered at all after the night before.

Fu*k that was hot....