Lyra's Heat

Lyra's POV

The floor was hard and cold beneath my knees, but it felt like it was on fire. I was fucking burning up. Every breath I took felt like it was scratching my throat.

Every heartbeat felt like it was pounding in my clit.

I was soaked, with wetness seeping down my thighs and dripping onto the wooden floor. The smell of my body was strong and overwhelming. I'd been in this state before, but not like this.

Not in this state.

Not how desperate, shameless and feral I was.

I was on all fours, mouth hung open, panting like a bitch in labor.

"Mhmm" I muffled a moan, my fingers digging into the wooden floor. My hips humping and grinding against the air. My breath came in short gasps, my pussy pulsating, already swollen, sensitive and swollen. As I rocked my hips back and forth, my erect nipples rubbed against the floor, desperately searching for something that never came.

I was moaning, gasping, panting, my body trembling.

But there he stood, watching me, snarling.

Kael.

The Alpha of my pack, the man who was supposed to be my mate, who was supposed to claim me, to relieve me of my heat lust.

He stood tall, his body shaped by battle and strength, with his arms folded across his chest.

Kael wasn't always like this, no.

Before the great war, before the council had forced him into occupying the alpha throne, he used to be cheerful, smiling at me like I was someone worth it.

But something had changed, something he didn't dare share, something that made him look at me as though I was cursed.

But, what could it be?

His golden eyes seemed impossible to read. He had a scent of pine and authority. He was my mate, my fated partner.

But the way he looked at me was like I was worthless. No, it was even worse, like I was an animal in distress that needed to be relieved of its suffering.

I heard my wolf whimper inside of me. I knew she could feel it too, that bond that pulled us towards him,screaming and yearning for his touch, for the relief that came with it.

I needed to be claimed by him, I needed to feel his knot deep inside of me, to break me. Every nerve in my body screamed for his monstrous cock, for his brutal thrusts into my ready pussy and the possessive, claiming bite of his fangs deep into my neck.

But he did none of that instead, he just stood there, eyes fixed on me, not moving, not even caring.

"Oh fuck, please…please…I…" I whimpered, my breath hitching with raw desire. "Kael plea…..please I…I need you!"

He didn't even flex his muscles or blink.

"What do you think, Lyra?" He finally spoke up with scorn in a low, deadly tone, his lips twisting with disdain and disgust. "That I would fuck a shameless, filthy Omega crawling and begging on the floor?"

My stomach churned.

Deep down, beneath my heat, my heart pounded vigorously in my chest.

Why was Kael hurting me like this? What did I ever do wrong to him? Was it because of my rank as an Omega! Because my heat made me weak? Or maybe…..just maybe he was scared of what accepting the bond might unleash?

His words pierced deep into my soul but it had no effect on the growing heat as my pussy clenched, desiring him even more.

I shouldn't have reacted this way, I shouldn't have enjoyed this.

But I did.

Goddess, I loved it!

"Kael, please" I whimpered again, crawling closer as I dragged my aching, soaking wet body towards him. "I…I would do whatever you say but….but just please, Kael, Alpha. Just fuck me, touch me. Even if it's a finger, a taste, anything! I would fucking take it"

I breathed heavily, pressing my face to his crotch area. My dignity had flown out of the window, my pride shattering four hours ago after my heat came like a thief at night.

I was trembling with lust, gasping, panting, the wooden floor soaking with my dripping slick.

I knew my scent filled everywhere. The pack would easily detect my scent but at this point, I couldn't care less.

He clenched his jaws, looking down, his stern gaze fixed on me as something flickered in them.

It wasn't lust, no.

Just a pure look of disgust.

"Disgusting," he said, his voice low. He pushed me with his foot, not roughly, but enough to send me falling.

But there was a flicker of something in his eyes….like guilt? Like he wanted to stop himself from rejecting me but just couldn't? Like the rejection could be the only way of protecting me from something deadly that I knew nothing about?

I landed on my back, my legs spread wide, my pussy exposed. My thighs shook as another wave of intense heat washed over me.

I lifted off the floor, a cry stuck in my throat. I felt hollow, still aching with need. "Kael—!"

"I reject you, Lyra," he snarled, his voice cutting. I screamed. Not just from hurt, but from everything. The rejection hit me hard, like a sudden shock.

I felt it in my body, my feelings, and my soul. My wolf cried out, hurting inside, as our connection broke, leaving a painful, empty space.

But then again, my pussy throbbed even harder with lust.

I moaned, collapsing as my whole body shuddered, subconsciously rocking back and forth against the floor looking for anything, any damn thing that could just relieve me of that burning desire of lust. But unfortunately, there was nothing, just air.

I slowly tilted my head, looking up at him.

"You don't deserve me, Lyra" he growled as he spun his heels and walked away, his boots echoing on the wooden floor with soft, controlled thuds.

He didn't spare me a glance, neither did he show any hint of regret.

I laid there, trembling, my slick pooling between my thighs, rejected with the feeling of abandonment.

Still I was still so goddamn aroused and dripping wet that I could barely think straight. I had never been so disgusted with myself, but unfortunately, I couldn't control it.

Whimpering, tears dripping down my cheeks, I turned into my side, body shuddering, hills still thrusting forward like a little bitch begging for a cock she wasn't going to get.

Then, it hit me.

An intoxicating scent that made my wolf excited, making another surge of heat pool between my legs.

It didn't belong to Kael, no.

It belonged to something else, or someone else, darker, more spicier and forbidden.

I became alert, my senses on high alert. My wolf calmed down, and I caught a new scent, a different kind of Alpha.

His smell was dark and intense, like danger and lust mixed together. I didn't recognize him, but my body responded strongly. A low warning sound rumbled through the room.

My breath hitched, my heart racing vigorously in my chest.

Then, I saw him.

He emerged from the shadows like a demigod, shifess, barefoot with his muscles flexing on full display with everything move he took.

His eyes glistened with silver hues, his cock, goddess, it hung heavy and hard, dangling between his thighs, already leaving with precum.

A slow, erotic smirk danced in his lips as he devoured my body with his gaze.

"Hmm….well, well" he hummed, his voice booming with feral intensity. "Looks like someone has been abandoned, left to suffer alone with reckless abandon of need and feral desires"

I whimpered, slowly pushing my body up to meet his gaze.

"Wh…what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He gave me no reply as he just watched me writhe and whimper.

I pursed my lips, shamelessly begging in a trembling voice. "Plea….please I…I need…"

He cut me off. "Little bitch, I already know what you fucking need"

Sighing softly, he crouched down beside me, his fingers curling into my hair with a firm, possessive grip.

"Listen…." He snarled, yanking my head back, tilting it until our eyes locked. "Don't worry little slut…" his voice boomed into my ears, dripping with raw lust. "I'll put that heat to good fucking use"