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His Lordship entered the room wearing a black silk robe. He scanned the scene before him, his omegas all bare, sitting on the bed. Frowning, he looked at me.

Nobody said a thing.

He roamed my body wrapped in all that pretty lace and licked his lips. His peculiar eyes seemed to darken. Then he dropped his robe.

His immense shaft stiffened and lifted, pointing at me. His chest was hairy, and the pelt thickened toward his groin. His form looked animalistic and rough compared to the hairless, soft bodies of his omegas.

I lay on the bed, my arms spread and legs pressed together. I didn’t dare to move a muscle.

He slowly crawled over me, his powerful body dwarfing me. The mattress squeaked under the weight.

Without a single word, he claimed my lips in a searing kiss. The command was clear, and I obeyed with relief. I opened for him, letting him devour my mouth.

This kiss was different, so unlike the tender press of an omega’s lips. It stole my breath and invaded my senses. His Lordship’s stubble scratched my cheeks.

A new scent hit my nose. Spice and smoke and something dark, and the hollow feeling in me turned almost painful.

He pressed his knee between my thighs, and I parted my legs. He touched me, and it felt as if he were suddenly everywhere.

He kneaded and squeezed my pecs and ass with his large, coarse hands, and he sucked on my nipples through the lace. I squirmed, overwhelmed, slick pooling inside me.

This was an alpha. An alpha’s touch and scent. Claiming instead of coaxing. Taking instead of teaching.

But I was ready. A needy moan fell from my lips.

Abruptly, His Lordship flipped me around, and I landed face first in crumpled rose petals. Strong fingers gripped the lacy panties and tugged. The delicate fabric tore off my ass like paper, and when he lifted my lower body off the mattress, the camisole ended up scrunched under my armpits. I knelt with my legs spread and bare ass in the air, my chest on the bed.

His Lordship palmed my ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and gave my crease a single lick.

I squealed.

His stubble on my sensitive skin!

The mattress shifted. The pressure came out of nowhere, overwhelming and terrifying. It couldn’t be stopped.

Oh God, this is it. Already?

The thing invaded my body and mind, pierced my soul, and kept growing and growing and growing. The blunt head of His Lordship’s cock entered my opening, stretching me with unstoppable force.

Sighs and hums of admiration rose around me like a song, such a contrast to the brutal invasion within me.

For a heartbeat, I was convinced the thing would gut me, and I’d die, bleeding internally.

But then a warm palm cupped my underbelly, and a hairy chest brushed my back.

A deep, growling voice rasped, “There. What a beautiful gift.”

The hard cock inched deeper, and miraculously, my body accepted it. His Lordship hummed his approval, sounding pleased, and I exhaled as my insides loosened further. All I ever wanted was to please.

His Lordship moved back and forth, sinking further in on each thrust, and small sparks began dancing around the spot where his cockhead rubbed my insides.

“The gift of innocence. Do you know why it’s so beautiful?”

I couldn’t reply.

“It can only be given once. And now it’s mine.”

Those sparks flared in bursts like the fireworks I’d seen while serving at the New Year’s party.