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Willow's Pov:
It was hot. Every part of my body burned with a fire that I couldn't escape, leaving every inch of my feverish skin covered in sweat. I needed something... someone...
"Mate," my wolf whispered to me in aid.
Yes my mate! I needed Max.
My neck began to ache. I needed my mate to bite me, to knot me, to fully claim me. Where was he?
My limbs shook as the fire seared my asshole. I felt so empty! I needed something to fill me up. I needed my mate to force his cock inside my tight, virgin opening. I needed it rough. I needed him to use me, to breed me. Fuck I felt so empty it hurt. I shivered with need as I cried out for Max and moments later he appeared before me.
"F-fuck your gorgeous," I moaned, taking in his glorious body with hooded eyes. "Please Alpha, knot me! I need you so much. Please touch me! Use me, I need you so bad right now!" I screamed as boiling waves of desire rolled over me, causing me to tremble with the longing to be filled.
"Roll over omega, show me that aching hole of yours. In fact, get it ready for me," he ordered causing chills to break out across my skin and I hurried to obey.
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I woke up with a gasp, feeling my fingers pressed up against my tight opening. My mind was spinning, startled by how vivid my dream had been and I realized, with a start, that my sheets were soaked through with sweat and slick and that I'd cum in my panties, despite my tiny dick still being rock hard. I blushed furiously, thankful that I was alone in the bed.
I'd never had a dream like that. Anytime, before I'd come of age, when I dreamt of Max, the dreams had been innocent and tame. We would be holding hands, perhaps kissing softly, and then he'd pull me close and whisper sweet nothings about how he'd never touch anyone but me. He might even tell me I was good enough for him and that he was sorry for assuming that I was just some dumb kid back then, mending my shattered, young heart.... But this dream, this dream was nothing like that. This dream had me begging like a wanton slut to be used and used harshly, thoroughly. My blush deepened as I continued to gasp for air, my hands shaking.
What had the dream meant? I'd only masturbated the one time so I couldn't be sure but... was I... was I ready to be fucked? If I told Maxwell about the dream, would he immediately bend me over and shove his cock inside my tight, innocent hole? I shivered at the thought, unsure if my response was to fear of pain or fear of pleasure... or even both. All I knew was that I didn't like feeling so uncertain. I took Maxwell's shirt out from under my pillow and pressed it against my nose, letting the scent of my mate comfort my frazzled nerves, all the while knowing I'd feel so much better if I were actually in Maxwell's arms.
He probably didn't want me there though, I mused. And besides, I would look weak for asking.
So I hugged his shirt closer, finally putting it on, ignoring the stains of cum from the night before. I'd never been one to dress so sloppily but, for once, I really didn't care. I felt a little better once my mate's scent surrounded me and I kicked my feet out of bed, considering a visit to Maxwell's bedroom, despite my brain protesting. My stomach chose that moment to growl and I hurried to stand, deciding to make myself some breakfast instead as I quickly changed my soiled underwear for a pair of thin sweatpants so that I could be more covered.
When I made my way to the kitchen I was surprised to see that it was still dark out. When I finally got a look at a clock, I groaned, finding that it was only 4 am.
"Great, my rummaging might wake the alpha," I grumbled to myself as I noisily grabbed a pan.
'If you don't want him here, why are you intentionally being so loud?' My wolf thought smugly as I slammed the refrigerator shut.
My body broke out in chills, fuck that dream.
"Just shut up," I muttered, not wanting to acknowledge how desperately I still wanted the handsome alpha, despite all the years of pain, hurt and confusion.
Much to my cock's apprehensive delight, Max appeared a few minutes later, while I fried half a dozen eggs.
"Are you always going to be this loud, this early in the morning?" He demanded, glaring at me through puffy eyes.
"If I want to be!" I snapped as my cheeks pinked up. I'd hoped he'd be happy to see me but I guessed not and I felt my cock deflate in embarrassment over ever hoping for such things.
He sighed, seeming annoyed and then looked down, truly studying me. "Hey my shirt, you found it! Mind giving that back after you change?" He asked.
"I'm wearing it," I huffed, truly not wanting to start a fight but refusing to give it back. I needed it more than him. I needed his scent.... I needed the reminder of our intimacy.... I needed some part of him on me since I couldn't allow myself to actually get close to him. He had plenty of shirts.
"You're going to wear it all day?" He asked, looking incredulous.
"Yes, maybe longer!" I snapped coldly, accepting the dare.
"Fine. Then we are spending all day in town with the humans and we might even spend time with other pack members. That way everyone can see you dressed in your alpha's cum, since you're so determined to keep my shirt," he ordered, challenging me.
I blushed, not liking the idea at first.
What he suggested would be humiliating. Everyone would probably think I was some sick sort of freak, when all I had wanted was my alpha's smell all over me, without having to ask him to release his scent. Was that really so bad? Although, the thought of everyone knowing Maxwell had cum because of me did somewhat appeal to me. The king was mine, after all.
"Fine!" I barked, not one to give up.
He snorted in irritated amusement. "Maybe we'll even visit your parents," he threatened in a dominating tone, taunting me with a sly grin.
Instantly, my cock got hard and I gasped as my hole slicked up, flushing with shame. I loved the thought of them seeing their precious commodity so debauched; regardless of if I'd actually done much. They'd put me through so much to make sure I was pure and I wanted to shove it in their faces that I wasn't so innocent anymore! Maybe I was a freak?
"Mmm, you like that Princess," Max purred cruelly, telling me rather than asking, as he came up behind me, crushing my back to his chest as one large palm reached down to smother my small, hard, needy cock as I gasped for breath.
Damn that fucking dream. I didn't have the strength or want to push my mate away, even though my heart hammered right along in terror.
This was all so new!
I was so abashed and humiliated by the conversation and how my body responded to it but as he slowly fisted me beneath my pants, I realized, with a moan, I didn't want him to stop. All at once, many needs began to arise within my omega and me. I wanted him to mock me, just as much as I wanted him to be tender with me. I wanted him to make me cry in shame as my tiny cock wept along, just as much as I wanted to be kissed, babied and praised. I wanted to be his submissive little bitch, his whore, but I also wanted him to adore me to the point that he would never even look at another wolf. I wanted all of his love, affection and attention, while he teased and degraded me at the same time. I wanted him to hurt me, just for him to kiss it better.
What was wrong with me?
I was so confused and ashamed of my longings. None of them made any kind of sense to me and I feared getting what I wanted just as much as I feared not getting it. I hadn't even had sex yet, I was terrified to have it, but somehow I was ready to be my alpha's toy? I shivered as my cock throbbed painfully, frustrated with my thoughts and achingly aroused. I suddenly wished he'd kiss me and tell me I wasn't fucked up but I didn't want to ask, still so concerned about presenting a tough face. Despite the fact that I was subconsciously pushing my ass up against Maxwell's hard cock in time with how he fisted mine.
I whimpered, unsure of what I needed, wanting my mate to take control but not knowing how to ask.
Maxwell's fingers left my cock and slowly trailed up my body, lightly tweaked my nipples through his shirt, letting the fabric pull at them roughly and I gasped in pain. Slick and precum oozed out of me and I blushed at my leaking.
He only chuckled and as he moved his hand slowly back down my body, he whispered, "One day baby omega, when you're ready, I'll chain you up and I'll position you so that you're spread open for me, your hole gaping from how often you beg me to fuck it. And you're so obedient, aren't you Princess? You'll willingly destroy your hole for me. You'll be ruined for anyone but me and your gushing pussy will always be ready and willing. You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be on display for Daddy, with your slutty little hole open, dripping pools of slick down your slim thighs, just waiting to be taken?"
"Fuck," I whispered, trembling as he spoke, half wishing all his twisted thoughts would happen now and half terrified of the idea, as my brain latched on to the word "Daddy". Fuck I wanted him to be Daddy... whatever that meant... I wanted it and so did my wolf.
"Then what?" I gasped, letting my head fall back against his body; impossibly hard as I subconsciously began to hump my cock into the palm that had resettled against it.
"Hmm what would you like? All tied up and at my mercy... should I whip you?" He teased as he lazily touched my cock so light that it drove me insane.
"Or maybe, I should put nipple clamps on you and tighten them until you scream," he husked.
