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The Alpha growled, and he froze. Never did he anticipate the Alpha getting off him. Golden eyes were trained on him the entire time, though.

What was happening?

Max knew the more powerful wolves had a hard time controlling their animals, a lone Alpha especially. This shifter, however, watched him with a strange kind of disciplined patience. Was this really an Alpha werewolf?

He didn’t know what came over him at that moment, but he reached for his human half and shifted. Max felt foolish, still wearing his backpack and nothing else. He took it off and left it on the ground.

“Um. Hi.”

Oh great. Those were the first words that came to mind? The Alpha edged toward him. Max’s back hit the wood again and finally, the Alpha started to shift. In beast form, this guy was sure as hell impressive enough, but the man that replaced the wolf was beyond stunning.

This unknown Alpha must be at least six feet four, and every inch of him was covered in hard muscle. His mouth watered, gaze moving from those powerful thighs to the enormous monster between the stranger’s legs. It didn’t escape Max how the Alpha’s cock hung thick, upright, and primed for him.

Lust hit him like a sledgehammer. The Omega wolf in him, not long ago fearful of Jon and his buddies, felt the exact opposite toward this stranger. Deciding it was rude to stare, he lifted his gaze. This guy was seriously ripped, not an inch of fat on him, unlike some of the wolves from the pack who took steroids to bulk up. Scars and various old wounds crisscrossed the Alpha’s body, from rake marks to bullet wounds. 

Did this guy fight in some kind of war perhaps?

He didn’t know what overcame him. Max wanted to touch and explore. Shit. It was happening. His skin itched for contact. All his. All his wolf wanted to do was offer this domineering Alpha its throat in submission. Would that impressive cock fit in him?

It was mating season and every single year Max spent it locked up in his room, horny and with no one to unleash his sexual frustration on. Something caught his eye. On the Alpha’s left pectoral was scarred flesh healed over. With a shock, he realized it was an old brand, right above the Alpha’s left nipple.

“JX93,” he murmured out loud, wondering what it meant. 

His fingers twitched, and he began to trace the brand, but callused and strong fingers closed over his wrist, the grip like iron.

Max gulped, finally looking into that harsh but handsome face. The Alpha’s black hair was shaved short, drawing Max’s attention to the perfect angles of his face. His nose looked broken, but it didn’t distract Max. 

It was the eyes that stopped Max cold. They were pitch black, capable of piercing his soul and there was no hint of softness there. He swallowed.

“Let me go,” his voice sounded weak, breathy.

He didn’t think the Alpha could speak until then.

“Your body says otherwise, little Omega.” 

Oh Lord. That voice. It was deep and smooth, just like honey. He could imagine the Alpha whispering dirty things into his ear. He couldn’t take his eyes off those lips either and the way they curved to a cruel and killer smile capable of melting his bones. 

To prove his point, the Alpha rubbed their bodies together, making Max aware of his own hardening cock. He groaned. He could lose himself in the heat of the moment, to this stranger. That was dangerous, his human side warned him. This stranger was capable of undoing all his hard-earned defenses, and he didn’t even know this guy’s name yet.

At the very least, the Alpha didn’t seem to mean him harm, yet anyway.

They both wanted the same thing.

Was it crazy, the way Max reacted around this man? They hadn’t even gotten to doing anything yet.

A vicious Alpha would see what he wanted and take without asking. This man, however, didn’t simply shove his cock inside Max. He seemed to want something else.

“What’s your name?” Max whispered.

“Jagger.” 

“Like the singer? I’m—”

“Max Rogers,” the Alpha finished.

“Wait. How do you know that?” 

Max forgot about what he wanted to say next because Jagger began nosing his way to the side of his neck, sniffing him. The press of Jagger’s lips against the side of his neck sent his pulse racing with need. 

What did it matter Jagger knew his name? The Alpha’s dominating presence, his scent, and strength were so addictive, and he wanted more. For some unexplainable reason, Max knew Jagger would never in a million years hurt him. How he came to that conclusion, he had no clue. 

The one thing he knew was the fact the wolf in him wanted out. 

He began to spear his fingers across the Alpha’s hair, but Jagger gripped his wrists, easily shoving them above his head. The wood dug into his back, but he was turned on.

“Wait,” he interrupted.

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Throwing his head back, Max let out a cry and came, shooting his spunk all over Jagger’s fingers and spilling some over Jagger’s stomach. Looking satiated, Max let out a sigh. Finally, the Omega looked at him with bleary eyes.

“We’re far from done, Omega,” Jagger warned. “That ass is mine to wear out. Mine to take.”

“I know. I want to feel you inside me now.” 

Jagger put his fingers in front of Max. Not needing instructions, Max licked them dry, reminding him of a cat. 

“Demanding Omega. Do you need me to remind you who’s in control here?”

“You,” Max answered. The Omega hesitated. “I’ve never done this before. Will you teach me?”

“Me neither but I’m aware of the mechanics.” His answer seemed to shock the hell out of Max.

“Wait. You’re kidding, right? Are you telling me that to make me feel better?”

“No. I never lie.” Jagger rubbed Max’s belly and stroked Max’s soft dick. It no time, Max’s cock stirred back to life at his touch. “Why would you think that?”

“It’s just…have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You’re like walking man-candy.”

Jagger wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, but it sounded like a compliment. “I’ve lived most of my life in a cage.”

“Prison. Ah, that sort of explains a lot…”

Jagger curiously studied Max. “That doesn’t scare you?”

“What crime did you commit?” 

His harsh bark seemed to make Max nervous. “Nothing. I was innocent, so were my brothers.”

Max relaxed. “I see.”

Why this Omega seemed to trust his word instantly, Jagger didn’t know. Fuck. Max didn’t belong to his world, didn’t deserve to be taken captive and back to the facility. Max belonged out here, free to live out his life. Max was sunlight, and Jagger couldn’t bear putting Max in the dark.

A decent bastard wouldn’t be straddling Max. If he had any good bones left in his body, he’d get off Max, make sure the Omega was safe and say their farewells. Jagger was a monster, though, and he couldn’t back off now, not when Max was beneath him, legs spread, cock already growing hard. 

His own dick was close to bursting. Jagger would go insane if he didn’t sink his prick into Max’s slick and ready ass.

Besides, he wanted this and so did Max. Jagger didn’t want to live this miserable world without tasting a piece of heaven. One fuck and that was all. When tomorrow arrived, he would escort Max to some safe location. Report to McAllister that he lost track of the Omega.

McAllister might see through the lie and Jagger would no doubt have to pay for the consequences of his actions. It was worth it, though.

“Hey, did I say something wrong?” Max asked, beginning to rise, but Jagger placed a hand on his chest.

“No. Forget it.” 

Jagger kissed Max on the mouth, softly and tenderly. That felt good, too. Max’s smile seemed to light up the cave. 

“I’m ready,” Max declared.

Jagger lifted Max’s legs over his shoulders and positioned his dick at Max’s entrance. 

Knowing rushing this would hurt Max, Jagger entered slow and steady. Fuck, but it was a severe test of his control. Max’s ass muscles clenched around his dick. 

“You’re so fucking tight. Breathe,” he told Max.

Max’s chest rose and fell. Jagger pulled Max’s hands above his head, not to hold them down, but to spread his fingers across Max. It worked. Once Jagger passed the tight ring of muscles, the rest went smoothly. Finally, he was balls-deep inside his Omega.

“You’re so big,” Max whispered. “Somehow, it feels so right.”

Jagger knew what Max meant. He could sense their wolves, eager to mate, but Jagger would make sure it never went that far. If he gave Max his mating mark, he would be dragging his sweet Omega down to hell with him.

“I’m going to make you see stars.” Jagger never went back on his promises. 

He began to move. Jagger started with slow strokes at first. Sounds of pleasure slipped from Max’s mouth, telling Jagger he was doing something right at least. Max sank his fingers into his shoulders, leaving half-crescent marks, but he didn’t mind. 

“Faster, please. I want—” Max seemed to fumble for words.

It didn’t matter. Jagger knew what his Omega wanted. He hammered into Max, faster, going deeper with each thrust. Jagger planned on going to Max’s most intimate places, to make sure Max would always remember their first time together. 

Shifting his hips slightly, Jagger pushed into his Omega. Max’s eyes widened, and he gasped. Realizing he hit Max’s sweet spot, he aimed for it repeatedly. Jagger reached for Max’s dick and began to pump up and down. 

“Oh God. I’m going to shoot.”