“Fuuuuck,” wheezed Jules. “Yes. Oh, God, yes. That’s what I want. That’s what I need. Don’t stop. Knot me. Knot me, Sully. Knot me until the sun comes up in the morning. Don’t pull out and don’t stop until neither of us can move.”

Hearing Jules beg for my knot was a very special brand of pleasure. Pleasure that felt damn close to pain. It spoke to my soul. It spoke to an old part of my brain I’d never used before. The words landed and dissipated. They broke me open. They undid former versions of me, untying them until it was like they’d never existed. They folded under and over and through each other and then they pulled tight. They gave rise to something new.

An alpha.

In that second, I stopped feeling like I was an alpha because of a set of confusing characteristics I’d inherited. Who I was wasn’t random. It wasn’t good or bad luck. It was no accident. I was a leader. A wild man. A wolf. I was built to make others cower. I was born to choose my own path, to run at the front of a pack. I was a predator. I was born to hunt and to kill. I was born to take the first bite.

The first.

The first.

The room burst into vibrant color. I gnashed my teeth and snarled, sending spittle flying, as I pushed Jules forward onto his knees. The sounds I made belonged outdoors. They belonged in the woods. I grunted and growled. I didn’t come close to trying to stop it. Why would I? I was an alpha. Jules was an omega. Everything was as it should be.

I drilled my knot into Jules. Rearranging his insides with long, hard strokes that made him cry out in ecstasy. I thrust into him in a way that made his head whip back and every muscle in his back tense on impact. I did what he said. I gave him what he asked for. He screamed in pleasure the first time he came on my knot. The second time, too. The third time as well.

I was relentless. I fucked him and fucked him. His arms gave way first. His legs followed suit not long after. He lay prone on the rug. Face down. Legs splayed open, with me kneeling between them. I used both hands to lift his hips to the height I needed them, and I kept thrusting as if my life depended on it. When I came, I thought I might die of pleasure. It crashed into me. It hit me from all angles. I thought it would kill me. Maybe it did. Maybe I died for a few seconds and came back to life. I can’t say for sure, but that was what it felt like.