Firelight dances across the walls of the cave. I sit naked beside the flames. They do nothing to warm me. I have become numb. My entire life I have spent doing what I thought was right. Slaving away for my pack, doing what I was told. Now I am nothing. Just a naked, broken omega.
Thomas enters the cave. He is naked as well, in his human form. Tall. Broad shouldered. His chest is covered in dark hair, dappling his pecs, running down his abdomen, down his thighs. A patch of hair surrounds his penis.
I can't remember the last time I saw a human man. I don't think I've ever seen one naked. I have no idea why he asked me to appear as a human. Probably to make me more vulnerable. I am nothing but an object to this Thomas, after all. Just a commodity to be paid for. Just a possession. A whore.
He sits the opposite side of the fire to me.
"The silver hurt you?" he asks.
I look down at the red flesh. "It's fine."
Why is he trying to make small talk? He doesn't possible think I could like him after taking me away from his pack?
"Are you hungry?"
"No."
Silence falls. Then, "come here," Thomas says. "Now."
I should be scared. I should be terrified. But I am just numb.
I obey him, shuffling around the fire beside him.
He places his arms around me and pulls me close. My heart stops beating. I have to remind myself to breathe.
"Relax," he tells me. "I'm not going to hurt you."
I let myself lean into him, feeling his warmth seep into me. Exhaustion from all the fear overwhelms me. My eyes flutter closed.
"Angel," he whispers. "You're so beautiful."
My eyes fly open and I freeze. He is looking down at me with a stern expression on his face. I try to jerk away from him but he tightens his arm around me, holding me in place.
He bends his face to meet mine and kisses me gently on the lips.
I have never been kissed before. It feels so good. He feels so good. My arousal grows and before I know what's happening, I begin to kiss him back.
My heart races. It's pounding so hard, I can hear the blood pulsing in my ears. His musky, masculine scent is like a drug overpowering me.
Thomas breaks the kiss. "I'm sorry."
I look into his eyes. They are a deep, rich brown. I feel like I could get lost in them.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," I say.
A spark of surprise shines behind his eyes. Then he gently moves a strand of hair from my face then inches closer to me. He places his hand on my shoulders and pushes me back onto the furs.
He kisses my collar bone, then moves down to my breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking on them gently. The passion takes hold. I wind my fingers through his hair and pull his face up to mine. Our mouths meet, mashing together. His hot tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan into his mouth.
Overwhelmed with desire, I claw at his back, digging my nails into his flesh. He growls, a deep rumble from within his chest that sends shivers through me. I feel his manhood hard against my thigh. I need it inside of me.
He nudges my legs apart and moves between them. I feel the tip of his penis probing at my entrance.
Then he freezes. I can see him battling with himself. A thousand emotions flit across his face.
"I'm sorry," he says, pulling away. "I don't know what I'm doing."
Hurt races through me. My whole life I've been taught I'm nothing. But am I so disgusting I'm not even wanted as a whore?
"Is it because I'm an Omega?" I stammer.
Thomas looks at me with a pained expression. "No! Angel, no. It's not you. It's me! I'm a monster. I don't want to hurt you."
"But..." I struggle with my own conflicting desires. "I want you to."
He frowns. "You want me to?"
"Yes. I want you to make love to me."
My words are like magic. He moves at lightning speed, back on top of me. His swollen penis pushes against my entrance and with a hard thrust, he penetrates me, pushing his entire length into me, all the way to the hilt.
I scream in pain.
Thomas freezes, his cock buried deep inside of me. He's breathing hard, with his eyes closed. "I'm sorry," he says.
"Don't be," I reply. "It's just that I'm a virgin."
Thomas' eyes light up with a fierce joy. "I'm the first man to enter you?"
I nod.
He groans and starts thrusting inside me hard. His thrusts are powerful and deep. I run my fingernails down his back, delighting in the mix of pleasure and pain.
Thomas leans back. He grabs my thighs, opening my legs wider. He starts thrusting faster and faster. I pick up my head and watch him, studying him, as he fucks me. I can see his muscular chest heaving as he moans and grunts, panting in rhythm with his thrusts. I can see the wolf in his eyes. The beast, barely controlled. It stares out at me from his eyes, locked inside his human form.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in deeper. His thrusts get even more powerful, slamming into my hips. I scream and moan, my whole body shaking and shivering. I've never felt anything like this before.
My body starts tensing. I feel the pressure building deep inside of me. It's like a volcano, starting to erupt. My eyes fly open and I stare right at Thomas. I'm so close. My whole body is trembling.
Thomas' eyes meet mine. He senses it too. The orgasm. The explosion.
"Come for me, Angel."
I moan. I can't help it. I'm too close to the edge.
"Come for me!"
I clench my muscles tight around his cock and give in. My orgasm explodes through me. He slams in, hard and deep, and holds himself there as I convulse around his erection. Thomas grabs my shoulders, pulling me close. He moves his hips a few more times, making sure I'm coming for as long as possible. Wave after wave of pleasure peel through me.
I feel his cock swelling with his approaching orgasm as it slides in and out of me. I feel his thrusts get more powerful as he pushes himself deeper into me. Then he throws his head back and gives a mighty howl.
Suddenly his wolf is unleashed. His eyes flash yellow and his teeth snap at my face.
I act on instinct I shift, too. I muster up all the energy I have left and shift, turning into my wolf form. I push out with my feet and he goes careening backwards, slamming against the cave wall.
He rights himself, getting back to all fours. His lips are curled back. His teeth are bared. A low, threatening growl radiates from his chest.
"Thomas," I say. "Come back to me."