Chapter 1Chapter TextThe chair is solid against the weight of the omega’s back, though he is considerably lighter right now, breathless and empty. There’s a hole in his stomach, wanting and unoccupied. Glazed over eyes stare at the alpha in front of him. The hole in his gut needs to be filled, needs it as much as breathing. That is another pleasant issue, his lungs are disengaged, stopping him from breathing right. Every touch of the alpha leaves the boy wrecked and breathless, weak beneath him. He sits patiently, not even a breath audible, tamed for this alpha. There’s a soft grunt from the alpha as he kneels to continue his work, hands gliding up the seated omega’s thighs. A gaze as sharp and dark as whiskey settles upon Mark’s conquest for the night, nostrils flaring with the scent of the omega’s elixir, dripping down his thighs without hindrance. He knows what he has done to the omega, revels in it. The gaping emptiness of the boy, that only Mark can fill now. The alpha digs his ha...
