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.

Afterward, I couldn’t move. I collapsed onto Jules until I caught my breath. Until I came back to myself, and it occurred to me I was crushing him. When that happened, I rolled over gently, taking Jules with me, so we were both lying on our sides. I curled my legs up close to him. My dick was still hard inside him. Knotted and thick. I tried to pull out, but it made him flinch when I did it.

“Stay,” he moaned.

I carefully reached back to the sofa and managed to grab hold of the throw blanket and a pillow. I lifted Jules’s top leg and slid the pillow between his knees to take some of the pressure off his hole. He sighed his thanks and fell fast asleep before I’d even covered him with the blanket.