Tangled in Temptation

As I muttered a curse under my breath, the man chuckled in response. "Oh, that filthy mouth of yours is getting me excited," he remarked, his voice laced with amusement. I was taken aback by his reaction.

I noticed that his eyes had completely transformed, now shimmering with a golden hue, resembling those of a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

There's no doubt that this man is in a rut.

Based on our current situation, it seems like he sees me as an omega providing services for an alpha.

I'm torn between feeling relieved that he doesn't see me as one of those who have tried to harm him, and being more concerned for my safety as I now find myself becoming the prey instead of him.

Observing him, I couldn't help but think that this man was completely oblivious to what was happening outside.

He seemed unaware that there was an organization hired to assassinate him.

His sole concern was how to fulfill his rut.

So... All of the work was done by the eldest brother.

I clenched my fist in frustration, realizing that I should have paid closer attention to that person more.

I snapped back to reality as the man climbed onto the bed, forcefully pinning my wrists in place.

"Get off me!" I exclaimed, but he paid no heed.

Without delay, he pressed his lips against my neck, hungrily nibbling and licking, sending shivers down my spine.

The surge of electricity coursed through my entire body, particularly in that spot. I closed my eyes and silently cursed myself for the reaction I couldn't control.

"You're hard."

"Shut up."

My heart raced as his lips continued to explore the sensitive skin of my neck. Despite my initial resistance and frustration, I found myself getting lost in the intoxicating sensations that emanated from his touch.

His persistence and confidence stirred a mixture of conflicting emotions within me.

As his kisses grew more urgent, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of desire mingling with my anger. It was infuriating how effortlessly he could elicit such a response from me.

The inner battle between my mind and body intensified, leaving me torn between pushing him away and surrendering to the intoxicating pull he had over me.

Suddenly, he unfastened my trousers and firmly grasped my manhood. He began to stroke it slowly, causing my thoughts to fade away, leaving my mind completely blank.

I felt as if my sanity had finally abandoned me.

I bit my lips, trying not to suppress a moan.

His hand continued to stroke me faster, pushing me toward the edge of self-control.

Each touch intensified the overwhelming sensations, making it harder to resist. My breaths became shallow and erratic as I succumbed to the pleasure enveloping me.

"Ahh!... Fuck! No!"

I attempted to close my legs, but he was fast. He swiftly removed my trousers, positioned himself between my legs, and continued to stimulate me.

His strokes became faster, intensifying the pleasure.

I could feel the evidence of my arousal—a thick liquid flowing from within me.

His hand swiftly lifted my black shirt, exposing my already erect nipples. With precision, he captured the right one in his mouth, his wet tongue encircling it in a sensuous embrace.

He sucked on it fervently, akin to a hungry child.

Simultaneously, I felt the tip of his finger trace circles around my opening. A gasp escaped my lips as a potent surge of pleasure built up within me, intensifying with each passing moment.

"Don't..." I managed to utter, my voice trembling.

"Don't what?" he responded teasingly.

As he asked me that question, I realized that I didn't even know what I was going to say next. My mind became a blank slate, unable to form coherent thoughts or words.

I don't even know what comes next after the 'don't' anymore.

Despite my inner voice insisting that this should be stopped, my body had already become a willing servant to the desire that I hadn't even known existed within me.

The scorching heat of the moment was overwhelming, yet my body willingly embraced the flames, ready to be consumed by its fervor.

This was the first time I had made such an impulsive decision. Without a plan or any precautions, I allowed my body to take control and satisfy my desires.

For the past fourteen years, I have been careful and determined not to make things worse than they already were. But that promise, which I had eagerly followed, was easily discarded due to my instinct as an omega.

As a recessive omega who was also close to being a beta, I sometimes forgot my true nature. But now, at this moment, I was being reminded.

The overpowering desire to be consumed by an alpha had taken hold of me.

I gasped and arched my back as his tongue found my nipples once again, while his finger finally entered my wet entrance, creating sensual sounds with each movement.

Every time his finger penetrated, I could hear an embarrassing noise emanating from within.

His skillful hands both played my front and back while sucking my nipples. He's doing it all at the same time.

I was lost and unsure of what to do. The pleasure I was experiencing was overwhelming.

Part of me wanted to kick him and run away because this was all new to me. However, the pleasure was too intense to resist.

I... don't want it to stop.

The pleasure kept intensifying until I could no longer hold back, and I reached my climax. My semen splattered, covering even my glasses, and leaving me feeling dizzy and weak.

I could feel my body trembling as a result of my orgasm.

My head felt light as if I were floating, and the only thing I could think of was the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

"That's incredibly hot," he remarked, his gaze fixed on my vulnerable state.

It was incredibly embarrassing.

I wanted to complain and blame him, but who was I kidding? I had willingly allowed him to do this to my body, and now I was too exhausted to even utter a single word.

"It's a shame that your costume got dirty, but you no longer need these anyway," he said, taking my eyeglasses and earpiece and throwing them somewhere. Afterward, he positioned himself between my legs without hesitation and entered me.

My mouth suddenly opened as pain surged through my body.

The pain intensified, causing my body to tense up and my breath to hitch. I tried to suppress the discomfort, but it was impossible to ignore. Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of both physical pain and emotional turmoil.

He began moving with a forceful rhythm, his actions fueled by desire and a hunger for satisfaction.

Each thrust sent waves of discomfort through my body, making it difficult to find any pleasure amidst the pain.

"Ahh!... It hurts! No!" I tried to push him away, but the pain increased with each thrust, and he remained unaffected.

He continued thrusting relentlessly, while all I could do was scratch his back in an attempt to retaliate, but he didn't seem to feel anything.

"I never expected my brother to give me a virgin omega. I'm sure he paid you well," he said, insulting me. However, his words did not affect me as pleasure began to mingle with the fading pain.

The situation worsened as his pheromones grew stronger. They overflowed to the point of suffocation, causing me to lose my sanity even further.

As the hours ticked by, the once-darkened sky began to illuminate. The warm rays of the sun penetrated through the glass wall.

It's already noon.

I don't know how many times we did it; I lost count of it. His cum was already dripping on my legs, but he was still not satisfied with it and continued to ram my body.

He fucked me so hard and ruthlessly that even my consciousness could no longer endure it.

My vision slowly faded into darkness, and the sounds around me faded into silence.

The last sensation I recall was the pain in the back of my neck.