The harrowing Mate Hunt where the most prestigious and beautiful omegas from the 5 tribes are selected and fought over to the death.
What follows George after being claimed by a mysterious man speaking of ancient tales of fated loves is a catastrop...
I whip my head up to be greeted with the mask of my alpha. All my self control leaves me as soon as I can smell him. I begin babbling incoherent phrases, begging for him to help me, mark me, mate me as he takes me in his arms.
"I just came to remark you with my scent so you can make it through your heat easier. I can't stay." He apologizes, rubbing his scent glands against my own. I whine at the contact but soon begin crying.
"Please! Please just mark me alpha!" I practically scream
I watch as he stiffens at my words and he begins to lose his control. Before he can regain it, I quickly kiss him. Pushing my body flush against his own.
I hear myself moan at the feeling of my alpha finally flush against myself. At first he resists, but finally he gives in, slipping his tongue into my mouth.
I whine at the new feeling, melting into the kiss. My body screams at me to do more and I oblige. I find myself moving, searching fo any kind of friction.
Finally. Finally I'm getting what my body has been craving. Finally I feel my body cool, and my thoughts become clear. But just before it completely dissipates,
I feel myself get pinned to the floor. I cry out in surprise as my alpha towers over me, holding my hands tightly above my head.
I whine in frustration as I'm denied my relief and let out a strangled moan. In search of any sort of relief I buck my hips upward, only to have them firmly held down by my alpha.
"Omega." He pants. His hair is damp with sweat as it sticks to his mask. His lips are parted and red from kissing me. Slowly his mouth grows closer to my neck. My mind explodes with different emotions and opinions. My omega sighs in relief knowing what's about to come, but as his fangs grow near I receive a different feeling.
His lips gently press against my neck before pulling away again. He pants, still hovering over me, frustrated. He runs a shakey hand through his damp hair before returning it back to my waist.
"I'm so sorry, my omega," He gasps. "But I can not do what you ask of me."
A/N: Heeeeeyyyyy guys. It's been awhile, huh? Sorry about that. I had sone trouble with my family and friends. I needed a bit of time to myself before continuing this, but as this story get closer to where I want it to be I'm going to need some help.
Any writers of spice, fluff, or angst please let me know if you'd be interested in helping me put with this story. You would, of course, be credited for your work. I want to continue this book but I don't think I can do it alone.
Thanks for reading!
-Kayl
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